Beautiful young girls. Forced into the world of whoring.
Here are three, shocking stories of young girls forced to submit to man after man, for a fee, but still, against their wills. And when it is against your will, the pain level is already at a high!
A British pimp and his lovely redheaded dominatrix work together to train girls in order to make them SUBMISSIVE STREET SLUTS.
Imprisoned girls in a remote country house are forced into sexual submission by their male and female captor, who also convince passing traveling salesmen that these are FORCED FARMER'S DAUGHTERS.
A father and his new young bride discipline his daughters into docile, obedient young whores, then establish their own family PRIVATE PRACTICE.
All this and more....
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SUBMISSIVE STREET SLUT
CHAPTER ONE
The ravishing black-haired woman was beginning to make the young blonde nervous. She seemed to sense it, and so, she laughed.
"Let's have another glass of wine," she said to the girl. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Honestly, that was not my intention."
"Well, uh, what would make you ask a question like that?"
"Just curious, I guess," the black-haired woman said.
She had been having a nice, leisurely dinner with the blonde, and she had been trying to stay off the subject of sex. But because sex was not only her favorite subject, but her trade as well-being a professional dominatrix and allit had been impossible for her to stay off it completely.
She had talked a little bit about her father, and said that her father had been the first man who ever took her. Then, the black-haired woman had asked the blonde girl if her father had ever abused her.
After all, Reg had told her that the blonde was a runaway.
After a second glass of wine, the blonde looked at the black-haired woman. She did admire her style and her class. She liked the long red fingernails that the woman had, as well as the sleek black outfit that she had on.
"Was it horrible for you when your father took you?" the blonde asked.
And Susan let out a laugh, as if the idea of it being terrific was ridiculous.
Her father taking her when she was young, was one of the things that made her decide never to let herself be abused again.
But she could never tell this to Debbie, the young girl she was having dinner with. After all, her goal was to make Debbie enjoy the passive role.
During dinner, they talked a little bit more, but Susan could not stop thinking about what Debbie had asked her. Was it horrible? Of course it was.
How could it not have been horrible. It happened when Susan was thirteen.
She had always been well developed for her age, at least a year or two ahead of the other girls she went to school with.
Her father was a handsome strong man. He had jet black hair and a kind face. It was only when he went bankrupt and lost everything, that he turned to drink. There had been no tension in Susan's house for many years.
At age eleven, she felt more than she'd felt during the first eleven years combined. He would often be drunk early in the day, and once or twice, she saw him strike her mother hard. He'd almost always be drunk when he hit her mother, and one slap was sometimes enough to make him realize what he'd done.
One night, her mother was out at a neighbor's. They had fought almost all afternoon. He had been drinking since the morning. Susan was in her room reading and studying for a test in school the next day, when he pushed her door open.
She could tell that he was drunk, and tried not to even look at him.
That seemed to infuriate him more. He ran over to her bed and yanked the book out of her hand, then threw it across the room. He screamed for her to look at him when he was talking to her, and when she still refused, he slapped her.
She had always been rather strong, at least inside. Though she was trembling, she gathered up enough strength to slap him right back.
Within seconds, he was hitting her hard enough to almost make her pass out. She never really remembered how her clothes came off, because she was fighting for consciousness. But she was naked, and he was on top of her.
And even though he was drunk, he was rubbing his limp penis near her cunt lips.
She had never even masturbated. She had thought about playing with herself, but she never had the urge to go all the way.
Her father kept her pinned to the bed as he kissed her on the lips, and Susan almost threw up when she tasted the alcohol on his breath. When he exhaled near her face and she smelled the alcohol, she hated it even more.
She tried to scratch his face, and he grabbed her hand and twisted her arm. He almost broke her wrist that night.
The harder he kissed her, the harder he pressed his crotch down between her legs.
Susan had not started to really panic until she felt it getting stiffer between her legs. She felt it starting to get longer and thicker, and when the bone-like structure in the penis got strong, she knew it would hurt her.
When he lifted his body off hers, she tried to run. He grabbed her by the neck, and pressed her back down on the bed. As he kept pressing his hand against her neck, she thought that he was going to kill her.
When he was ready to enter her, all hard and pulsing and big, he pulled his groin up and aimed his cock at her dry cunt lips. He saw how dry she was, then spit on his hand and rubbed the spittle all over his cock.
He looked even more menacing when he was glistening with his own saliva.
He spit on his hand two more times, and the head of his prick was dripping with his spittle when he rammed himself into her. He thrust himself in good and hard, so that her hymen was ripped right open.
Susan felt the blood, and the pain. She felt him throbbing as he started to thrust in and out of her at a nice steady rate.
When he tried to kiss her again, he pulled his hand away from her neck, and she was finally able to gasp for some air.
But air made her more conscious of what was happening. She wished that she would pass out, and that was one reason she pulled her pillow over her head. The other was to keep him from breathing all over her face, and kissing her.
He used her like she was a piece of meat. He kept ramming it in and out of her, and all that she could feel was pain, and more pain.
Her thighs began to ache because each time he thrust in hard, his groin slapped against them, and that slapping hurt.
She had no idea of how long it went on. She just knew that he kept on moving, without ever once resting. There were one or two times when he started to throb, and though she didn't know what it meant then, she did now.
It meant that he had been on the verge of coming. But since he did not come and he kept on thrusting, he must have lost his urge.
When he did come, she felt no relief at all. His cream filled her, but as it did, her cunt walls were being stretched even wider apart. He kept moving, too. She didn't know at the time that his cock would go limp after he came.
He did go limp, too. Not only that, but he passed out on top of her. She could not move until she felt his cock sliding out of her.
Then she pushed him off her body and crawled out from under him.
She ran into the bathroom and threw up, then fell to the floor and cried. When her mother came home, she found Susan crying on the bathroom floor. She went into Susan's bedroom and saw her drunken husband there.
Susan would always hate her mother for what the woman had done.
She helped her husband into their bed, then came back and started to clean Susan up. She took a wet warm washcloth and wiped the dried blood from Susan's cunt. Even though it stung at first, she told Susan it would feel better in a few minutes.
Then, she leaned over and whispered, "Please, don't ever tell anyone about this. Don't ever tell anyone what happened to you. For his sake."
For his sake? For his sake, she would have loved to cut his dick off and ram it down his throat so that he would choke to death on it. Or maybe fuck his ass with it so he knew how torturous an organ it could be.
It was her strength that helped heal her wounds. When she was in bed that night, she felt a little bit guilty, for only a few seconds. For she thought of all kinds of torturous ways to get even with her father.
She felt guilty because, he was her father, after all!
But then again, at thirteen, Susan was smart enough to know that well, she was his daughter! He should have the same respect for her that she should have for him. He didn't. So she wouldn't have any for him.
She thought of all kinds of diabolical plans, none of which she carried out.
Then when she was sixteen, she had her first real date. The boy was named Bobby and he was her first true love. They went out with each other for about a year.
During those three years since her father had abused her, she hadn't even tried to play with herself. She didn't want to touch her own cunt. He had never talked to her about it, nor had he improved any.
His brother lent the family money, and Susan's mother worked days.
When Bobby tried to make love to Susan the very first time, she froze. She did like it when he kissed her on the lips, with a great deal of passion. She liked it when he thrust his tongue into her mouth and she could suck on it.
He pushed her on her back, on the front seat of his car, and he started to open her blouse buttons. He moved his mouth to her large breast and sucked her nipple between his lips, working his tongue over the tip of the nipple.
She felt her body surge with heat. When Bobby started to lick his way down her body she let him. She let him slide her skirt and panties down, and as he looked at her naked cunt, he seemed to be moaning really loud.
"You're so beautiful, Susan. So beautiful. I love how you look."
And he started to run his tongue up and down her cunt lips. He got her cunt nice and hot. When she got wet and her cunt lips spread wide open, he attacked her clitoris with his tongue. She could not believe how that tiny little button was the key to all of her passions. When Bobby sucked on it, she came.
Her skin was tingling all over. She felt him starting to lick his way back up her body, and then she felt it rubbing against her flesh.
She realized that he had opened his pants and slid out of them.
She realized that his cock was exposed, and it was hard, and it was moving closer and closer to her bared pussy. Because he was pressing his body between her spread legs, he was keeping her well spread.
Though she wanted to, there was no way she could close her legs.
He started to rub his cock head against her cunt lips, and she was so tense. She started to cry and begged him not to do it.
And he was loving enough to stop. After all, she was practically freaking out there on the front seat of his car. He probably thought she would have a mental breakdown if he forced himself into her. So he was good that night.
That night when she got home, she looked at her drunken father with hate.
She saw him sleeping on the living room club chair, his belly fat from drink. She wanted to ram a spike in his belly and see all his booze flow out.
She wanted to press her foot against his crotch. No, kick him hard and keep it pressed so that there would be a fierce initial pain, followed by more pressing pain.
Instead, she went up to her bedroom and she started to cry.
She thought, I'll never love a dick, because of him. I'll never be able to take one in my cunt, because of him. He's ruined me for life, that fucking bastard. Oh, how I wish he was dead so I could laugh at his funeral.
She lay in bed and started to think about Bobby's cock. She thought about how she had jerked it off for him, in the end, and how she had liked the feeling of it in her hand. She thought about what it looked like when the come spurted out.
The next time he tried to make love to her, she got tense again. She ended up moving her mouth down to his cock and sucking him.
She did not fall in love with sucking his cock the first time, but she felt that she owed it to him. Bobby did not try to force himself on her, after all.
While Susan sucked her boyfriend's cock that first time, she started to think about something concerning sex. She thought about control.
Her father had controlled her only because he was bigger and stronger than she was. Because she had been too weak to fight back.
And Bobby had some kind of control over her-control enough to get her to go down on him and suck him off, which she was doing.
But as she flicked her tongue here and there, and felt his whole body spasm in response, she realized that with his cock in her mouth, she had a great deal of control. Even though Bobby was acting like he was somewhat powerful, Susan decided that she was still in greater control. Because she had control of his powerful organ.
But that cock was as sensitive as it was powerful. There were certain areas where he seemed to be much more sensitive than he was powerful, and when she worked her tongue against the cock head, she knew that was one of the areas.
It suddenly seemed like he had less power, and she had more.
She thought about that as he came in her mouth, and her tongue flicked back and forth over the shooting come slit of his cock. She thought about it as she squeezed his balls and felt them churn as his cock continued to erupt.
But when he tried to fuck her again, three nights later, she couldn't do it.
She had a close friend, Emily, a curly-headed blonde, who was going through a lot of changes herself. One afternoon when Susan was at Emily's house, her blonde-haired friend decided to tell Susan the truth about herself.
"I'm a lesbian," she told Susan. "I have thought a lot about making love to men and about making love to women, and I prefer women."
Susan thought a lot about that before answering.
"Well, I don't like making love to men," she said to her friend.
"Then you're probably a lesbian, too," Emily said to her.
They were all alone in Emily's house, and they were close enough so that they didn't have to play any games. They both moved their lips toward the other's lips at the same time, so that neither one would really be to blame.
The kiss was filled with much more passion than any kiss the black-haired beauty Susan had ever been involved in. When Emily began to lick her flesh, Susan liked the way her skin began to tingle.
She thought about control. Emily was in total control at the moment. Even though Susan tried to hang on to her own control, Emily's tongue was making her skin tingle too much. The pleasure waves were too powerful for her.
When Emily licked her way down to Susan's crotch, Susan gladly lifted herself up off her friend's bed, and let Emily slide her pants and panties off. The blonde loved the way Susan's red cunt lips looked, and also the way Susan's thick black hairs looked.
She moved her mouth to Susan's cunt and began to lick her."
She could only compare it with Bobby's mouth, and she decided that Emily was much more skilled than Bobby was. But in the back of her mind she thought, Emily doesn't have a cock. And then, but why should I want one? If one was here, I wouldn't want it inside of me anyway. I'm so confused. So totally confused.
Susan tried not to think as she felt Emily's tongue licking her deep inside of her cunt.
She couldn't think after a while, after she let her sexual pleasures take over for her completely. She even realized that there was no sense in thinking sometimes. Sometimes it was just better to lie back and let it happen.
It didn't even bother her when Emily began to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. She knew she could never be able to take a cock in, but the fingers were all right.
Susan decided that she, too, was a lesbian. At least she decided that when Emily was licking her cunt. Emily made her come a few times.
Then the curly-headed blonde sat up on her knees. She began to open her blouse buttons, and then she slid out of it. Her tits were beautiful.
She slid out of her pants and her underwear.
Susan looked at Emily's fine blonde hairs, and at her red cunt lips. She slid her fingers there and began to stroke Emily. There was something intriguing about touching the cunt of another woman. Susan liked the feel of it.
"Now lick me," Emily said to her. "Lick me, Susan."
She hadn't even thought about reciprocating. As soon as Emily mentioned it, Susan didn't know if she liked the idea of it.
But she slid between her friend's spread legs, raised her head up, and moved her mouth to Emily's cunt. She started to flick her tongue in and out of Emily, and she felt the way Emily's clit stiffened and throbbed.
At least she didn't have to worry about choking on this clit, the way she had to worry about choking on a cock. And though she ate her friend and made her come more than once, she still missed having a cock around.
That puzzled her. She could not stop thinking of a cock, even when the two of them were eating each other.
On her way home, she was a mass of confused thoughts. It was still afternoon, and the sun was shining bright, and Susan was thinking, no I can't be a lesbian.
I liked having my cunt eaten by Emily. But I liked having it eaten by Bobby.
I didn't mind eating Emily, but I didn't love that. I do like sucking Bobby's cock, even if it is longer. I like making him feel like he's in control, but knowing that I'm really the one in control. That turns me on the most.
But what else do I want a cock for? I'd like to get it in my cunt, but it scares me. I'd like to feel it in my cunt. I bet I could have the same kind of control over it in my cunt that I could in my mouth.
Probably even better control. But I can't take it in. I can't.
She was almost hysterical when she walked into her house. She heard a snorting sound from the living room, and realized that her father was passed out drunk on the living room couch. She looked in at him with hate.
She saw him rubbing his crotch a little bit, and she started to smile.
Revenge is sweet, she thought. I think it's about time.
Susan worked as fast as she could. She ran down to the basement and found a long thick cord, then found one of her father's carving knives.
She ran up to his room and found one of his thick leather belts.
When she snuck back into the living room, she was happy to see that he was still sleeping. He had one hand over his head, and she gently reached for the other one and pulled it over his head, too. She made a slip knot with the thick cord.
She slid it over his two wrists and pulled it gently, until it was tight. Then she started to wrap the rest of the cord around his wrists.
When they were secured, she tied the end of the rope to one of the couch legs.
Then she started to unbutton his shirt. As she did, she could see the way he was moving in his sleep. She looked down at his crotch and noticed that there was a bit of a bulge there. When she opened his pants and pulled his cock out, he was hard.
Susan slid her mouth down to his cock, and heard him moan. He thrust upwards, to try to get it all the way into her throat.
When she pulled her mouth back, he made a move to slide his hand behind her head.
That was when he opened his eyes and realized he was bound.
"What the fuck?" he said, and Susan stood right up near the side of the couch.
She looked down at her bound father, with his upraised pecker.
"It's all your fault, you bastard," she said to him. "It's all your fault."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, and she thought, maybe he doesn't remember what he did to me when I was younger.
So she told him all about it. He acted like it was all new to him (she never did know for sure if he was acting or if he really didn't remember), and she might have let him go, were it not for what he said next.
"So you decided that you have to get another try with your old man, right?"
"You fucking disgusting piece of shit bastard," she screamed at him. "I decided, dear prick-face Daddy, that revenge will be sweet."
"Just suck my dick and shut up," he screamed, and she grabbed his belt.
She smashed him right across the cheek with it. If he had been content to be a bound passive victim before, he was no longer. He tried even more desperately to pull his hands free, and as he did, she laughed and lashed him over and over again.
"You made me bleed, and now you're going to bleed yourself," she screamed, and she made sure to lash his chest hard enough to make him drip with blood.
He did not lose his hard-on, she noticed. It was still sticking straight up in the air, and the head of it was even throbbing.
When he seemed almost uncontrollably violent because of the lashing, and she wanted to calm him down a little bit (even though she knew he could not free himself, she did want to shut him up) she took the large knife.
She grabbed his cock head and then she held the blade of the knife against his upraised cock shaft. He had been squirming around like crazy up until that point, to try and free himself from the bonds that kept him confined.
"Make one more move and you'll be able to suck your own dick," she told him. "Only it won't be attached to your body, Daddy dear."
She really did want to cut his dick off, just like she had thought that night.
He did stop trying to squirm free. He rested his ass down contentedly on the couch and looked at her, waiting to see what she was going to do.
Somehow, with him lying on his back, with no use at all of his hands, his cock did not seem to be as menacing as it usually was.
She slid her hand up and down the shaft, and rubbed some of his come drops all over the head of his cock. Then she knew what she was going to do.
Susan stripped herself from the waist down. Her cunt was still pretty wet from her encounter with Emily. It had gotten a lot wetter as she had started to abuse him.
When she straddled him and began to lower her cunt down on his cock shaft, he tried to ram it up, to thrust it up into her, real hard.
She lifted her cunt, so he just ended up thrusting into the air. She grabbed the knife, and that time, moved it to his throat.
"You don't know how much hate I have for you," she said to him. "You can act like you don't remember it, or maybe you don't, which is even worse. But I lost my virginity to you on one of your drunken nights, and I haven't had a cock in me since.
"Don't smile and think it's because I want your cock again. You'd have to be an asshole to think that. Well, Daddy, let me put it this way. You are an asshole. You'd have to be a fool. And you are no fool.
"Now I want to sit on your cock slowly, but surely. I want to see if I can bear to take a cock all the way into me for a second time. Don't try to thrust up and ram it into me. Don't try that again.
"Because if you do, Daddy, I won't hesitate for a moment. I will slice your throat right open and leave you here to die."
She was pressing the knife against his throat, applying more and more pressure as the hate surged through her. When she pulled the knife back a little bit, she saw that there was some blood. She knew he could feel it.
Her threat not only made her feel powerful, but it worked on him. He kept his ass pressed down against the seat of the couch as she started to move her cunt back down on his cock, attempting to take him in for the second time....
It was not hard to take him in that time. Not hard at all.
She felt as if she was in total control, and she was. That control idea surged through her mind and helped her body to relax. After all, if she was in control, there was no way in the world that he could hurt her. Well, he could, but if he did, her control would allow her to do more than hurt him. It would allow her to kill him. .
When she was sitting all the way down on his cock, she was impressed with herself. She could feel the base of his shaft pressing against her clit, and her whole body was surging with a kind of heat she had never felt before.
So this was what having a cock was all about, she thought.
Susan started to slide her cunt up and down his cock shaft at a slow, steady rate. She was doing it to turn herself on.
When he asked her to go faster, she told him to take a flying fuck!
When he started to throb and she sat all the way down on him so that he would not come right away (she wanted to enjoy the pleasures for as long as they would be working for her) and he begged her to keep moving, she moved the knife near his mouth.
"I'll cut your tongue out of your throat, if you don't shut up!"
And so he did shut the hell up, and she was able to bring herself off. She rode up and down on his shaft for a long time, coming a few times. When she felt him starting to throb inside of her, and decided to take him all the way she smiled.
She could hear him moaning as he came inside of her cunt.
She felt the way his throbbing and coming at the same time made her pussy spasm so that she had another orgasm. When he started to slide out of her, she slid her lips near his ear and she whispered to him.
"If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you while you sleep."
She meant it, too, and he never did tell her mother. But he did assume that this was the start of a new relationship with Susan, which it was not. At least not to her. One night when her mother was out, he tried to attack her again. He told her how he wanted to tie her up this time, and she rammed her knee into his balls.
When he doubled over in pain, and almost fell on her bed, she kicked him in the face as hard as she could, then ran out of her house.
She did not go back in until her mother got home.
Living with him made her stronger and stronger as each day passed by.
But there was always a threat that one day, he would be in control. When she graduated from high school, she took all the money she had and moved to New York City.
She got herself a job as a secretary, but despised it.
She could not stand working for men who she knew were much more stupid than she was. She would take a letter and have to correct the grammar, and practically re-write the entire thing, because her bosses were all assholes.
As far as a sex life went, she didn't have one for a few years. She would meet a man and make it with him, but he would want the control.
Then one night, she heard about a club, where the females were the ones in control. The first time she went there, she wore a frilly white dress, and felt totally out of place. She saw what the dominant women were wearing.
They were wearing black, black leather, black boots, black silk.
She didn't stay too long, but was there long enough to see some Amazonian redheaded beauty publicly humiliating the whimpering male slave who had come with her. She did many things to him, including peeing on him.
Then she asked anyone who had to pee to pee on his face. Susan wanted to, because he looked like such a sniveling motherfucker.
The next time she went there, she came prepared. She had gone out and bought herself a black silk blouse, and a black leather skirt with a slit up the middle.
She had on black knee-high boots, and best of all, she had on an attitude.
There was a handsome blond man there who wanted to be abused, and Susan learned how to do a lot that night. She was learning as she was practicing, and she noticed that a handsome black-haired man with an English accent kept suggesting things.
He was the one who told her to place her booted foot on the naked blond man's shoulder, then to make him lick her boot all over.
Susan, who wore no panties under her leather skirt, felt the way her cunt tingled when she saw the blond man licking her boot.
She saw to it that he left his wet traces of spittle all over her leather.
He licked his way up to her cunt, and she allowed him to lick her cunt for a few seconds. His tongue was good, and he made her get wet. She waited until he seemed to really be into it, and then she pulled back.
"Now lick this boot," she said, and when he protested, claiming he had already licked one, and deserved her cunt, she sneered. "And who the fuck put you in charge here, you wimp? Who the fuck said you make any rules at all? Certainly not I. Not I. And I didn't hear anyone else. Where the fuck do you get off saying that?"
And as she spoke, she was handed a leather whip, by the black-haired man with the English accent. She lashed her bound blond slave man over and over again across the chest, until there was some blood.
When he pleaded with her to stop, and then started to call to some of the others in the club who stood around and watched, telling them he wanted out, Susan laughed.
"You don't want out. If you weren't turned on, you wouldn't have a hard-on. And look at your dick. It's raging hard. You love this abuse, pecker-face."
But because she had drawn blood, she felt bad. She pulled him back up so he was sitting on his knees, then slid out of her skirt.
She pressed her cunt against his mouth and felt his tongue starting to work on her. He slid it in and out of her cunt lips, working over her clit. She managed to rub her leather boot against his erect dick.
She knew he was really into leather when he came all over her boot. No one had even been jerking him, really. She had just rubbed her expensive black leather boot against his dick, and that made him come.
She was outraged that he had come all over her boot, and she moved it back to his face and made him lick it all off. Actually, he refused her first command, but one brutal lash to his back made him start licking off his own come.
Later that same night, at the bar in the club, the black-haired man with the English accent approached her, and asked her if he could buy her a drink.
Susan was always willing to have someone buy her a drink. And since she had established herself as a woman who had to be in total control, and knew that he saw it, she didn't think of him as any kind of a threat to her.
During their second drinks, she even jokingly asked him if he wanted to be abused.
"No, not at all," he said, cringing at the suggested. "There are a lot of British men who like it, obviously because of our strict English schooling. But not Reg."
"Reg?" she asked him. "Short for Reggie, is that right?"
And he nodded his head. She told him her name, and then asked him what a man like him was doing in a club like this. They both laughed at the way it came out.
"I mean," she tried to explain, "you don't want to be abused, I've noticed."
"Yes, that is true," he said to her. "I don't want to be."
"But that's what this club is all about. At least I thought it is."
"I'm here looking for the right person. I need someone to work for me."
"Oh, really?" she asked him, and she was a little bit suspicious. "Tell me, exactly what kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a pimp," he said, and before she could say anything, he laughed. "No, I know what you're thinking. A pimp. A sleazy disgusting pimp. But do I look sleazy? No, not at all. I'm somewhat high class. I don't work with girls off the street. I train them and when my customers call, I send a girl over."
"And what would you want with me?"
Susan asked him. "Oh, I know. You probably have some clients who want a dominant female."
Reg smiled at her, then shook his head no.
"No, not quite. Though I believe a lot of men secretly desire that, that isn't what they ask for. Most of them ask for a passive female. A female who will submit to almost anything that the man wants."
It was her turn to smile, and her turn to shake her head no.
"Reg, you are talking to the wrong girl here. Does it look like I want to play passive for a man? Passivity is not where it's at for me. I need to be in control. I will never again let a man control me. Never."
"Yes, I can tell," Reg said to her. "That's why I'm so impressed with you. Susan, you seem to have it all wrong. I want you to work with me."
"To work with you, as opposed to working for you?" she asked him, and he started to nod his head. She knew that she was catching on.
He started to tell her exactly what he would like her to do.
There were many young runaways who could make good money being submissive whores. He had come across a lot of young girls who could do it right, if only they could be trained to be totally submissive. But it was hard for a male to train a female.
If the girl was just starting to be trained, then chances were good she might freak out if the man went too far with his powerful cock.
"But if a girl is being trained by another girl, there's less of a threat. You can use a dildo instead of a cock. But you're both women, and you will be able to relate with each other for that reason alone."
Then he told her how much he would pay her to train each girl.
It was an incredible amount of money. It was much more than Susan would make working for those assholes who she was smarter than to begin with.
So she agreed, and between the two of them, they had sent many young passive whores out into the world. Reg had himself a steady flow of submissive females who were trained to be submissive, and then worked for him, going to the appointments he set up.
Debbie was a new girl Reg had just come across a few days ago. He had let Susan know that Debbie seemed to have a lot of problems. She didn't talk too much about her past, but she was willing to sell her body for money.
Reg had reserved this table for the two women, so they could have a fancy dinner and talk, so Susan could get to know Debbie, and eventually take the girl home and begin to train her to be a submissive slave to any man who wanted her.
And as Susan got a little higher on the wine, she shook her head.
"No, Debbie, I guess it wasn't so horrible when my father took me," she told the young wide-eyed blonde. "After all, it made me realize how important it is for a girl to submit to a man." Debbie seemed to buy the lie.
CHAPTER TWO
Reg had his new client just where he wanted him. The dude was so coked up and feeling fine. After a while, however, the black-haired Englishman knew that he'd have to get one of the girls in the room.
For along with the coke high came a sex high. And Susan seemed to be taking much more time than Reg had thought she'd take. So he pushed a small button, and a pretty blonde girl walked into the room. She was about Debbie's age, but had this waif-like look which made her seem younger.
Reg nodded at the table where they were sitting, and the girl moved there and got down on her knees. She leaned over and tooted two lines of coke which were cut on the table, then sat up and smiled at the blond man.
"Keep him entertained for a while, luv," Reg said to her.
She knew what that meant. She leaned over and moved her small face to the man's crotch, pressing her mouth against the bulge in his black suit pants. He looked at Reg and smiled, and Reg winked at him.
"Karen's a good one. But you'll see the other one. You'll like her better."
The man ran his tongue over his lips as he looked back down at blonde-haired Karen. He opened his tie and his top shirt button, then started to slide out of his jacket. He looked at Reg and said, "It's getting hotter in here."
"Yes, she is. She's a hot one, aren't you Karen, luv?"
The girl nodded her head, ever so humble and subservient. Then she began to open the new client's zipper, and as she did, he slid his hand to her hair.
"Not yet, baby," he said to her, and he pulled her mouth back to his crotch so her heated lips would send heat waves to his prick.
He wasn't fully hard yet, and he seemed to be a little bit ashamed of pulling himself out of his pants when he wasn't hard. Throughout his entire life, before he had become so wealthy, whenever he'd start to get it on with a girl and his cock would be out before it was hard, the girl would sometimes laugh.
Because, the blond man knew, when it was limp, it was real limp.
When it was hard, however, it grew and grew and grew, until it was about ten inches long and so thick that most women had to open their mouths real wide to take him in.
Once, a girl he'd been with who pulled him out when he was limp and started to play with him as he grew, exclaimed, "Isn't it ever going to stop growing?"
And the blond man had been even more impressed with himself.
Reg handed him a drink as they continued to look at the silent films. For at the moment, films were all the Englishman could offer his new client. As he watched the blond man taking a sip of his drink, he glanced at his watch.
Susan had better have a good reason for being late, he thought.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," the blond man said to Karen just then. "That's it. Now you can pull my big fat pecker out of my pants. Now you can pull it all the way out. Look at it and tell me what you think of it."
Reg tried not to look over. He was not interested in any cock other than his own. But since he was sitting on the sofa with the blond man, he couldn't help but glance over. When he got a look at that long golden pecker, he thought, Susan had better teach this Debbie bitch right. Because Debbie's going to have a huge prick to deal with.
Karen had been trained already, the right way. As soon as his cock was out of his pants, she opened her mouth wide, and slid her lips all the way down his cock shaft. She gulped and inhaled in order to take it in her throat, once it reached that far, and as Reg looked at this lovely young whore, he liked what he saw.
Karen's mouth looked real hot pressed against the blond man's crotch. Karen's eyes were half-open. She seemed to be looking down at the man's crotch, giving off a certain kind of lust-filled feeling. It excited the blond client.
"Yeah, baby, what a fuck throat. I wanna fuck it for a while."
As the blond man slid his hand behind the girl's head, he started to pump himself up and down, fucking her throat. Reg knew that was what the man was doing. He could hear the way the girl gagged, and he could see her eyes tearing.
But she never once tried to pull back, which was the way it should be.
Karen was one of the first girls Susan had trained, and Reg was happy to note that Susan did wonderful work. She had somehow taught Karen how to get her throat fucked without trying to fight it off.
When the blond client did pull his hand away from the back of Karen's head, she pulled her mouth back a little, but never all the way. She made sure to keep the man's dick head between her lips. She also slid her fingers up to his shirt.
She began to open the shirt buttons, all the way down to his pants. Then she pulled the tails of his shirt out of his pants, and when he lifted his ass up off the couch, she opened his pants and pulled them all the way down.
"Yeah, you like those balls of mine?" the blond man asked her, as she cupped them with one hand, and seemed to be quite impressed with their weight.
She nodded her head, still not taking her mouth away from his cock.
"Well then, lick them," the blond man said to her. "I want to feel your hot fucking tongue running all over my balls. Yeah, that's nice."
She did suck his balls into her mouth, after running her lips down along the underside of his cock, pressing the shaft against his belly.
After she licked his balls, she was getting ready to suck his cock back into her mouth, but he smiled, then looked at Reg.
"Anything?" he asked Reg, and the British man nodded his head.
"But of course. I told you that. They're all like that."
"Stand up," the man said to the blonde girl, Karen, and she did. "Now take off your clothing slowly. I want to see all of you."
Reg was glad he had decided to call Karen into the room. After all, the man was having much more fun with her than he'd been having watching the films. Those films had only been put on to pass the time, because Susan was late.
They were still running, and as Reg looked up at the screen, he had to smile. The hot redhead, sitting on a chair with her legs spread, sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt, was quite a sight, herself.
But celluloid did not compare to real flesh, and when he glanced over at Karen, he could see the real flesh. He could feel a heat emanting from it, and he could even smell the arousing scent of woman in the air.
And the blond client, just like Reg, was more fascinated with the real woman.
When Karen slid out of her blouse and bared her tits, the blond man sat up higher and then raised his head, moving his mouth to her right tit.
He flicked his tongue against the tip of her reddish-brown nipple, then closed his teeth around her nipple. It was all a test, Reg could tell. The man wanted to see how far the blonde girl would let him go.
Karen groaned just a little bit, but she never tried to push him away. She even ended up sliding her hand to his ear and massaging him.
When he pulled his mouth back, Reg could see the deep-cutting teeth marks in the girl's nipple, and when Karen looked at him, he smiled in approval. She smiled back. One always felt better getting a nod of approval from the man who paid you.
She slid out of her skirt, slowly, sliding the zipper down on the side and then wiggling her ass. As she did, her skirt began to slide down her legs and thighs and ankles, and she stood before the blond man in only her panties.
The man obviously liked the looks of her panties, with the huge wet stain in front of them. He moved his face closer to her crotch, and inhaled.
"Ah, the smell of woman," the blond man said, and as Karen looked down, she saw the way his dick twitched a little bit as he smelled her.
She slid her panties down slowly. Her blonde pubic hairs were trimmed, cut as short as they could possibly be, and she looked hot.
Naked, in the flickering light cast by the running porn film, Karen looked like she might have been about fifteen. Oh, she was older than that, Reg knew, but what counted was how you looked. The younger you looked, the more men you could turn on.
"Yes, beautiful," the blond client started to say. "Very beautiful. Turn around and let me get a look at all of you. Let me get a full look at all of you."
The girl began to turn around, slowly, seductively, swaying her hips the way she'd been taught by Susan.
When her ass was facing him, the blond man told her to lean over and grab her ankles with her hands. As she did, he pulled his hand back and slapped her hard on one of her ass cheeks. She let out a low moan.
Reg saw the red color appear on her ass, then disappear. The blond man saw it, too, and ended up slapping her ass a second time.
Then he moved both hands to her buttocks. He spread them as wide apart as he could and looked at her puckered asshole, not even paying any attention to her cunt.
Just as Reg saw him getting ready to ram a finger in, he said, "Want lubrication?"
"No," the man said to the black-haired Englishman, and Reg said nothing.
He saw the blond man drive his finger into Karen's asshole. It was obvious that she was raw and red inside, and for the first time, she let out a groan.
He slapped her buttock with his other hand, and kept his finger in.
Reg kept his eyes on the blond man, whose own blue eyes were starting to look a little bit crazed. When he saw the fingers on the hand whose one finger was inside of the girl's asshole, he noticed something.
The blond man had long nails. If that one finger in Karen's asshole had a nail on it as long as the others, it was no wonder that Karen was in pain.
She even seemed to be trying to pull herself forward a little, to pull her asshole off of the deeply penetrated finger. But the blond man grabbed Karen's buttock with his other hand, and dug his nails deep into her ass cheeks.
"No, bitch, don't move," he said to her. "You stay right there, like a good girl. I wanna feel you lubing yourself naturally."
Reg didn't understand what the man meant, nor did Karen.
Assholes did not lubricate themselves. They needed lubrication. He asked the blond man, once again, if he wanted some vaseline, lube, anal-ease, anything. Reg had every kind of lubrication you could name in his headquarters.
"No, nothing, Reg," the man said to him. "No lube, but the sweat of her ass."
When Karen turned her head and looked at Reg, he could see that she was in pain. There were more tears rolling down her cheeks than there had been when she'd been choking around the man's cock, but these were definite tears of pain.
"Please, Reg," he saw her say, just mouthing the words.
He slid off the plush couch and moved toward the coffee table, which in this instance, could very well be called the cocaine table.
He took a small spoon and put some of the magical white powder on it, then moved the spoon to Karen's nose. She covered her other nostril and inhaled as hard as she could, hoping the powder would make her relax.
As Reg was doing that, the light suddenly flashed on the wall.
"Fabulous," he said, as he offered Karen another spoon of coke, then another. "Susan is finally home with Debbie. I can cut into her living room."
He slid on the couch and pressed one of the buttons on the arm of the couch. The film stopped, and in its place, on the huge screen, you could see Susan's living room.
Everything was done in black, with a few things in white trim.
"Sorry about that cab breaking down," Susan said to Debbie, as she took the blonde girl's coat. "You were right. We should have walked home."
He watched as Susan went to make Debbie a drink, and he looked at the blond client who was still engrossed with Karen's asshole.
He was starting to move his tongue there, leaving small loads of saliva. They were very small, and though they did lube her asshole a little bit more (any lube would have helped at that point) it was still not enough to make Karen comfortable.
"Look," Reg said to the man. "Susan is home now. Do you see the blonde girl? She's the one I was telling you about. Her name is Debbie. She's young, beautiful, and by
THE ENDof the night, will be a most willing slave."
"As submissive as this one?" the man asked Reg, and Reg nodded. "Ha." He slapped the girl's buttocks again, then drove his finger deeper in her asshole. "I hope for her sake that she's more submissive than this girl. Because this one is not doing so well."
"Karen is one of the best girls I have," Reg insisted.
"But her asshole is not lubricating itself. Where is her pleasure sweat to get her ass wet? If I were to fuck her ass, I'd want it to be with her own sweat."
Reg was trying to control himself, only because he could tell that this man was under the influence of drugs, and could probably take things the wrong way.
"Look, I don't know what you've been reading that makes you think an asshole will lubricate itself by sweating, but it's a crock," Reg said. "Now I have all kinds of lubrication. Because, well, if you rip Karen's asshole apart, she won't be able to use it for a while. And you'll have to pay for that."
"I'm willing," the man said, and as he slid his finger, back a little bit, Reg could see that there was some blood on the man's fingertip.
He looked up at the screen. Susan was just sitting down next to Debbie on the couch. They were having some wine. After Susan sipped hers, she moved her lips to Debbie's and kissed her hard, a kiss that was surging with passion.
Debbie was quite receptive. She opened her mouth and sucked hard on Susan's tongue. Then Susan's hands began to open the young girl's blouse. Reg had only seen her tits once, and seeing them this second time convinced him he was right about her.
She was a hot looking young thing, and she'd pay off in the end.
He saw Susan starting the treatment, real slowly. She slid her lips down Debbie's neck, toward her breast, then ran her tongue around the stiff nipple, slowly and gently. When the nipple seemed to be tingling, Susan sucked it between her lips.
Though he couldn't see the way Susan's teeth began to work, he knew that the slow lip-licking was starting to turn into a kind of teeth grinding, and then a harder biting. Susan did pull her lips back at one point, and Reg touched the control button so the zoom lens would zoom in on it.
"Look," he said to the blond man, hoping it would distract him.
"Very good," the blond man said, and he moved his hand back to Karen's ass and slapped it again. His finger wasn't in her asshole at this moment, and Reg could see that Karen's asshole was trickling with blood.
"Hold on, honey," he said to her, and he heard the man laugh.
"Are you talking to her?" he asked. "Do you think I'm being at all brutal with her? Because I haven't even begun with brutality."
"There are other ways to be brutal," Reg said to the man. "You don't have to draw blood to get your rocks off."
"You don't, perhaps," the blond man said, and as he moved his finger right back to Karen's asshole, he rammed it into her again. And Reg was thinking, no wonder this man was willing to pay me so much money for the right kind of girl.
He wants to make them bleed. He's paying me for one of my girls so he can practically torture her and make her bleed. No wonder. No wonder.
He wanted to stop it, but he didn't. He looked back at Susan who was licking her way down to Debbie's cunt. Both of Debbie's nipples looked like they'd been chewed. Susan slid her fingers up to one of the nipples to touch it, and when Debbie pushed them away, as if their touch was too sensitive, Susan slapped her face.
"Yes, that I like," the blond man said to Reg, and he pulled his hand away from Karen's ass, and slid it to his cock. "And this I like, too."
He pulled Karen down on his lap, and Reg noticed the way the man aimed his cock. He sat blonde-haired Karen right down on his prick, so it slid into her cunt. Not her ass.
He could see Karen heaving a sigh of relief. Her cunt was wet, and as she began to rock back and forth on the man's thick cock base, she was moaning softly. She also no longer had to hold her ankles with her hands, and was able to use her hands for other things. One hand moved to her clit, and she wiggled it.
The other hand moved to her breast, and she squeezed her nipple.
She even started to lick her lips, and Reg noticed the way the blond man was looking over the girl's shoulder, to see what was going on with Susan.
Susan was now eating Debbie's cunt. She had stripped Debbie, and she was on her knees eating the young girl's spread pussy. She was doing it gently at first, then Reg noticed the way she started to bare her teeth.
He could see a strange grin come over Susan's face when she began to bite into the young girl's clit. Susan really did love being a dominant bitch after all, he thought to himself. She got off on it more with men though, than with women. Because of her father.
When Reg had talked with her after meeting her at the private club, he'd asked her when was the first time she'd ever dominated a man? And she'd told him about doing it to her father, to get revenge. The story turned him on then, and still did.
As Susan kept eating the blonde girl's cunt, she was reaching under the couch. She had one of her whips there. She pulled it out, then slowly slid the leather up the girl's leg and thigh, almost all the way to her cunt.
She rubbed the leather whip over the girl's tits. Then she started to pull the whip up a little bit, and smack it down on Debbie's belly.
The first time Susan did it, Debbie opened her eyes and gasped. But Susan didn't smack her again right away. She slid the leather over Debbie's flesh, to make the girl fall in love with the feel of leather.
That was how Susan loved to put it. "You fall in love with the feel of the leather. And once you do, you can take that feeling even harder. And harder."
She started to lift the whip and crack the leather against Debbie's flesh a little bit harder, and Reg heard the blond man moan.
"Yes, I see what this girl does, and I like how she does it. No, I mean the woman. She is no girl, the black-haired one. She is a beautiful woman who knows her stuff. It seems to me that she knows how to train slowly."
"Mmmm, yes," Karen moaned then, because she was now feeling pleasure from the blond man's prick inside of her, as well as from what she could see on the screen.
After all, one, she had been the blonde girl in Susan's living room. She had had her cunt eaten by that skilled mouth, and eventually, Susan had started to overpower her, until Susan had unleashed herself as a full dominatrix, with Karen the bound, totally submissive slave.
"Do you like the feeling of helplessness?" Susan moaned as she continued to rub her tongue against Debbie's clit. "Do you like that?"
"Mmm, yes, I do," Debbie said. "I like to just lie here and do nothing."
"Let me tie your wrists together," Susan said then. "I want to add to that feeling. You can just tell yourself, there is nothing I can do to service this woman, even if I want to. She has me bound. I can just lie back and enjoy."
She made it sound so appealing, that Debbie soon held out her wrists, so Susan could bind them together. She did not use black leather for that. Instead, she used a long black silk scarf, which was even more confining.
When the girl's wrists were tied, Susan excused herself for a second.
Reg looked at the blond man then. He was starting to pump his cock up and down in Karen's cunt, and because Karen was riding him, she was helping to bring the man closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, the blond man slid his hand around and rammed his fingers into her cunt, yanking her down.
"No, not yet," he said to her. "Not yet. Not until the black-haired bitch comes back. I want to have another look at her."
Reg knew it would take some time. He knew that Susan was putting on her leathers.
But the blond man was content to sit there waiting, just like Debbie was left bound and waiting, in Susan's apartment. When Susan walked back in, she was wearing the tight black leather corset, which pushed her tits upward and outward.
They looked even larger than they were with that corset working in their favor, and Susan's dark nipples were stiff, too. The corset didn't come down low enough to cover her cunt, which was bared. The black hairs there were trimmed short.
She wore her knee-high black leather boots, and had a collar with an attached leash in her hand. She moved right over to Debbie and put the collar around her neck.
"Now you are my doggie slave," she said, yanking the girl off the couch, onto the black carpeting. "You're going to lick me." .
It was obvious that Debbie was not used to licking cunt, because as Susan started to yank on the leash, pulling her closer, Debbie tried to resist. Susan attacked her with the leather whip then, lashing her buttocks hard.
The struggled was on between dominatrix and slave-in-training, and there was no doubt in Reg's mind that Susan would win.
He could see the way the blond man was starting to thrust in and out of Karen's cunt all over again. He was moaning, and letting Karen move fast, too.
Then, he pushed her all the way up, and Reg saw what was happening. The man aimed his cock higher, and as he pulled Karen down, he slammed his cock up into her asshole. Luckily, his cock had been wet and covered with Karen's come.
Karen opened her mouth but did not scream. She even started to moan a little bit, and as the blond man's body seemed to be spasming and contorting, and he was moaning, Reg knew that he was coming in Karen's hot asshole.
Later, after Karen left the room, and after Susan finished her scene with Debbie, who was now hanging suspended above the bed, contented to be so, he and the blond man talked about the man's next encounter, and how much it would cost him.
"The only thing is," the man said, "I want both of them. I want the black-haired girl, and the blonde. And I want to dominate the dominatrix."
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, Susan was surprised at how well Reg was treating her. Actually, he had never treated her bad, but starting that morning, when he slid into her bed and began to kiss her on the ear, he was quite fantastic.
The one time of day when she could submit to a man without it really bothering her, was in the morning when she was just waking up, and was horny, but didn't really have the energy it took to be the dominant one in a fuck.
Reg knew that, for the two of them had had a few nights together and had gotten up in the same bed. Reg was a horny dog in the morning.
When she felt someone rubbing against her from behind, and felt a mouth kissing her ear and a hard prick touching her cunt lips from behind, she even turned her head and smiled a little, and without opening her eyes said, "That you, Reg?"
"Yes, luv, and you were so good last night. He loved her."
"Mmm, I'm glad," Susan said, and she rested her head on her pillow as she slid herself back against Reg. She slid all the way back so that she felt her buttocks rub against his hairy crotch. Then she moaned softly, and he began to fuck her.
He slid his fingers around so he could enter her cunt from the front, and she liked the way he felt massaging her clit. Reg's cock throbbed a few times and he slowed down each time. Then, after a while, he started to move faster and harder, and she felt his cock throb and then explode inside of her.
She even slid her fingers down and got some of his come on them, then slid them to her mouth and rubbed his cream all over her lips.
They showered later, when she was ready to get up, and she gave him a blow job in the shower. She knew that he really had to be impressed with her work from last night.
"I am sorry I was late," she told him.
"That's all right, Karen kept our client entertained until you came home."
"Karen? How fabulous. How is Karen, Reg? I haven't seen her in some time."
"She's fine. She sends her love. She also said you looked hot last night."
Susan felt her cunt spasm with pleasure when he said that. There was nothing that she liked more than to hear her show had turned people on. That was the idea of it, after all. Even when she had first started going to the club where she met Reg, she realized very soon that to turn on others was a major turn-on in itself.
And when you really got into a scene and others got turned on watching, well, that was the epitome of what good dominatrix sex should be.
He took her out to a wonderful brunch overlooking the park, and while she was on her third glass of champagne, he gave her a lovely diamond ring.
"Reg, I don't understand why you're being so nice to me," she said.
"Because you're the best worker I've ever had. You turn them into submissives and I make a bundle. Call it a little bonus."
"You pay me so well already, but I'm no fool. I won't turn down a diamond."
It was true, that he paid her well. Aside from an enormous salary, he also paid the rent for her apartment. It was in the same building as his, and she didn't care about that. Nor did she care about the hidden cameras.
She slid the ring onto her finger, and as she was admiring it, he spoke.
"What would you say about doing a threesome scene this evening?"
"Reg, I already told you that training one submissive at a time is hard enough work. Two would be totally impossible, if you want it done right, that is."
"I'm talking about you and Debbie, with the man. He loved your scene last night, and he I would like both of you."
She nibbled on some caviar as she thought about this. She could not understand how a man could want a submissive and a dominatrix at the same time, unless it was a total voyeur trip on his part, and he wanted to watch her do her thing again.
If so, a movie would be much cheaper, she knew.
No. Reg had told her about this wealthy blond man. He seemed to be the kind of man who liked to take part in sex, not sit back jerking on his own hard-on.
"What does he want?" she asked Reg and he shook his head.
"Beats me," he said, and Susan started to laugh.
"Well, I guess I can play along with him and see what he wants. As long as he doesn't. Beat me, that is," she said to him.
When they finished lunch, they took a ride around the park in a horse and buggy, and she thought it was charming. She was having one of the best days of her life, until they were walking through the park later, and he said:
"Susan, what if he wanted to try and make you submit?"
"What? Reg, you know that I don't want to do that. You know I don't like it."
"I know, but what if he tried?" Reg asked her, and she shrugged.
"If he could overpower me, he'd do it, but I'm telling you one thing. I'll fight any motherfucker male practically to the death, if he tries something like that with me. So I'll be on my guard, I imagine."
But she could not stop thinking about it all day. Later that night, she slid into her leather pants and leather bra, and waited in her living room, first for Debbie to arrive, and then for the man to arrive.
Debbie got there first, and Susan had an outfit for her to put on. Debbie was wearing a leather bra and black panties within a few minutes.
"Supposing this man were to try and overpower me?" Susan asked the young girl, as they had a drink. "And he succeeded, and wanted you to abuse me? Would you?"
"I don't know," she said to Susan, and Susan glared at her.
"What do you mean, you don't know, Debbie? Who trained you?"
"You did, Susan. But if he can overpower you, it must mean that he is more powerful than you. He'd hurt me if I tried to help you and couldn't."
"Physical power has nothing to do with mental power. Remember, I am still a woman. And I have no idea of how big this man is."
She was not even thinking about cock size when she said it, but that did cross her mind after the words came out. Instead, she was thinking about how tall and how broad shouldered this man might be. She knew soon enough.
The doorbell rang and the blond man was standing there in a black three piece suit. He was about as tall as she was, but much stronger looking. She led him into the living room, and the three of them started to drink and snort.
Or at least two of them snorted. Susan changed her mind after the first line. He seemed so eager to get her turned on to his coke, and she knew that sometimes drugs could drain you of strength, just when you needed it most.
When the three of them were high, Susan stood up in front of him.
"So, what would you like us to do?" she asked him. "You're the customer."
"I don't want to think of it like that," he said, and she nodded.
"All right. Then let's say you're in charge here. What do you want?"
"I think I would like to see some of what you did last night, for starters."
The black-haired dominatrix nodded her head. Then she yanked on the chain that was around Debbie's neck, pulling her off the couch. Debbie walked toward Susan, on her knees, like a humble servant. Susan lifted her foot up and placed the toe of her boot on Debbie's shoulder, pressing down hard.
"Now lick my boot," she said to Debbie, and she looked over at the man.
He was sitting there rubbing his crotch, and as he started to do it, she couldn't see anything happening yet. Debbie stuck her long red tongue out and began to lick her way all over the toe of Susan's boot.
She left wet traces of saliva on the boot, and when Susan yanked on the leash, she forced Debbie to lick her way up a little bit more.
Debbie soon had her mouth pressed between Susan's legs, but because Susan was wearing the leather pants, she could not make direct contact with her cunt. Slowly, Susan began to pull her leather pants down.
"No, wait," the man said. "Not yet. Shouldn't she be bound?"
"Of course," Susan said. "Yes. I was going to do that."
She got a black silk scarf and pulled Debbie's hands behind her back. Then she started to bind the girl's wrists together.
Debbie gasped when Susan bound her wrists tighter than she had the night before, and by the time she was finished and Susan moved away, Debbie could see the man's cock.
For he had been opening his pants while Susan had been tying Debbie, and now that his cock was exposed, he was holding it out to Susan, pointing it down.
"I want your slave girl to suck this," he said to her.
Susan led Debbie over to the couch, and just as the girl was about to move her open mouth to the man's cock, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head down, stuffing his cock into her mouth, forcing it in, causing Debbie to groan.
He pulled her head all the way down so her lips were flush against his crotch and balls, and then he started to pump up and down.
Susan could hear the way Debbie was choking on the prick, but the girl was not groaning or complaining, or even trying to pull back.
She had learned a lot the night before, Susan though to herself.
But as she watched the blond man fucking Debbie's face, looking right at his crotch and the blonde slave girl's mouth, her eyes began to move up to the blond's face.
And she saw him looking right at her. He even smiled when their eyes made contact, and he ran his tongue over his lips, somewhat seductively.
Susan had the feeling he wanted her mouth down there. That he was almost pretending it was her face and mouth he was driving his dick in and out of, instead of it being Debbie's mouth. He even motioned his head, beckoning Susan toward him.
"Come closer," he said to her. "I want to kiss you. Come closer."
She moved toward him, quite warily. She even held her leather whip as tight as she could, just in case he should try anything with her.
When he started to kiss her, she could feel him driving his tongue into her mouth. She felt something on his tongue, something like a pill.
She had no idea of what it was, but he seemed to be offering her some kind of a drug. As she had turned down he second blow of coke, she did not want to take any drug. But suddenly, his tongue seemed to ram it down her throat.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he was smiling, with a wicked look in his eyes.
She smiled at him, then stood up straight, behind Debbie. He let Debbie pull her mouth back a little bit so she was no longer choking on his cock, but he made sure that his cock still stayed in her mouth, between her lips.
"Have you ever been dominated?" he said, looking at Susan.
"Of course I have," she said to him. "And you?"
"Yes," he said. "But as you can see, I'm not into it."
"I happened to have hated it myself," she said to him.
"Yes, but don't you think that the man, being the man, has more power over a woman, from the word go? I mean, we have the prick that the woman wants."
"Some men think that they're hot shit because they have a prick," Susan said to him. "But I've run across so many men who'd be better off without them, because they don't even know how to use them right. I can buy myself a prick in the porn store down the block, and I have my choice of black or white, big or small."
He laughed at her, but it was a sneering, put-down kind of laugh.
He yanked hard at Debbie's head then, pulling her mouth all the way back so she no longer made contact with his prick. He aimed the head of it at Susan.
"How can you even compare this prick with plastic?" he asked.
She didn't say anything, but she was being enticed as he started to slide his hand up and down his cock shaft, not even moving any other part of his body, not even bothering to take off any clothes.
She felt her head spinning a little bit, and started to wonder what could have been in that pill he thrust into her mouth.
Then, he spoke somewhat seductively, saying, "Come, sit on my prick. You'll still be in control, because you can ride it. And she can eat us both."
Susan liked the idea of it. She slid her leather pants all the way down and then took them off. She walked over to him and turned her back to him. She felt him slap her ass once, and turned to him and told him not to do that again.
Then she sat down, and let him aim his cock at her cunt. He rubbed it against her already wet cunt lips-wet from the contact made with her leather pants-and she slid her cunt all the way down his shaft.
As she began to ride him up and down, she saw Debbie moving her mouth between both of their legs. Debbie began to lick Susan's clit, and also ran her tongue up and down along the underside of the blond man's thrusting dick.
Susan started to spasm with great pleasure. She liked this dick, because it was long and thick and gave off a lot of heat. And more than anything else, because she was sitting on it, and she had the control.
Debbie's tongue, added to the dick, helped quite a lot. The girl was skilled with her tongue, and also loved the taste of cock.
Susan felt the way the blond man started to slide his hands up and down the sides of her body, kneading her flesh hard, firmly. She felt him sliding his hands to her arms, and he began to massage them gently.
She closed her eyes and could feel her head spinning. He was moaning behind her, telling her what a hot fucking bitch she was.
He told her how she had such a hot fucking cunt, and how it was nice and wet and tight around his dick. The cunt and the tongue together made him feel like he was going to shoot a huge load into her cunt.
He told her how he loved he smell of leather on her flesh, and how, yes, she might be something of a tough bitch. But she was not tough enough.
"Because you see, baby, you fall prey to your passions."
And when he said that, he started to push Susan off his body. He was pushing her toward the floor, almost over Debbie, who was on her knees in front of them. Susan tried to move her hands in front of her body, to brace herself for the fall.
And that was when she knew exactly what he was talking about.
She had been prey to her passions, letting her cunt overpower her, letting his words make her head swell with pleasure. So she didn't even know he was binding her wrists together behind her back, with some kind of leather strap.
"You bastard," she said, as she fell, then rolled over.
"No, I'm just the dominator of the dominatrix," he laughed, and he reached for the leather whip she had dropped at some point, picked it up, and stood over her. With his three piece suit on and his hard dick bobbing up and down, sticking right out, added to the raised whip in his hand, he looked like he as crazy.
He started to lash her over and over again, and Susan tried to squirm away. She could feel the anger surging through her body, and even though her flowing adrenalin gave her some strength, it was certainly not enough.
Her wrists ached when she tried to pull them free, and that took away from her energy flow. The lashing he was inflicting upon her made her lose some energy, too.
He whipped her until he drew blood, and she could hear Debbie gasp.
"Oh, Susan, you shouldn't have tied me so tight," the blonde girl said.
Susan knew that now. If she had only not tied Debbie so tight, the girl would have been able to knock the man out by smashing something over his head. But they were both bound, and neither had hands to fight with.
After he drew some of Susan's blood, he got down on his knees between her legs. He started to rub his cock against her cunt lips.
Though there was still heat from the cock flesh, and she was wet from the fucking that had gone on before, she tensed up.
Being fucked in a position like this was the same as being overpowered, out of control, submissive, and Susan couldn't stand it.
She tried to kick at him with her feet, but he spread her legs as wide apart as he possibly could, and then he rammed himself into her. She felt his cock ripping into her cunt, and he started to fuck her like a fiend.
She saw the sweat dripping down his forehead and saw the way his shirt was matted against his skin, because of all the sweat.
He leaned down and moved his lips to one of her nipples. She tried to raise her head to bite his ear a little bit, but she couldn't. He was able to bite into her nipple, and he did, grinding his teeth around it.
Memories of her father flashed through her mind as she cried and groaned, and felt her body spasming out of control, because of her tears.
He seemed to think those spasms were from pleasure, from her cunt, and he laughed about it, then slapped her across the face.
"I knew it," he said. "It's always you dominant bitches who love to get the shit fucked out of you. Who love to be beaten to a pulp."
She could have spit into his face then, but she was smarter than that. She knew there would come a chance when she'd be able to fight back, but not when he was on top of her and even still inside of her.
She felt his cock starting to throb, and he slowed down his thrusting. She let out a groan, realizing that he intended to keep from coming.
"Oh, you don't want me to stop, huh?" he asked her. "Well, I've always been curious about something. How does a dominatrix suck dick?"
And he started to pull his cock out of her cunt. He slid himself up her body, letting his come-dripping prick rub over her belly and her tits.
He slid it up to her mouth and as he rubbed the head against her lips, she tried to keep her lips closed. Then he started to slap her as hard as he could, using his cock as the slapping tool. It was long, thick, and powerful. And it hurt.
Susan started to gasp for breath, but she kept her mouth closed a while longer.
When he got her to open her mouth, after slapping her enough, she took his cock right in between her lips. She waited and listened. She could hear the sound of him gasping a little, somewhat exhausted from the last few seconds.
And she bit into his cock shaft then, as hard as she could, pulling her lips back and clamping her teeth down like crazy.
She heard him let out a wailing moan as she not only kept closing, but started to grind them back and forth a little bit, too. He seemed to go weak on top of her, and she managed to push herself over, so he was on his side and she was on her side.
She kept biting him until she knew her work would linger, at least for a while.
Then, she pulled her mouth back and quickly stood up. She ran to the kitchen, taking only a second to look back at him. He was doubled over in pain, almost crying, both hands down near his just bitten dick.
She had a few knives between her sink and the stove, all kinds of large cooking knives. She pulled one out, and somehow managed to turn it around so that the handle was pressed between the stove and sink, and the blade stuck up.
Then she pushed her arms up as high as she could, and began to slide her wrists back and forth over the blade, slowly cutting through the leather that kept them confined.
It took a matter of seconds, but as soon as the leather gave way, she pulled her hands apart, and then she started to smile.
She grabbed another smaller knife, and walked into the living room. She could see him just starting to sit up a little bit, still dazed.
Susan walked right in front of him, raised her foot, and kicked him in the face, so hard, that she knocked him out. While he was out cold, she started to cut his clothing off. Then she rolled him onto his stomach and pulled his arms behind his back.
She started to bind his wrists together with a leather strap, and she made sure that his wrists were bound as securely as possible. She knew that he was going to be trouble when he came to, and the more securely bound he'd be, the less trouble he'd be.
She walked over to Debbie and untied her, then walked back over to the man. She took a glass of wine and poured it onto his face.
As he started to come to, she stood there laughing at him.
"Yes, I believe you're right," she told him. "It's always the dominants who love to get the shit beaten out of them.
"But in this case, it seems like it's the dominant man. And now that you're my bound slave, you're going to pay for what you did, motherfucker."
She held the whip in one hand and the knife in the other. Now that his chest was bared, she was able to really lash him.
She raised the whip and smashed it down on his chest, over and over again. He had drawn blood from her, so it was only fitting that she draw blood from him.
Blood for blood, she thought to herself, and she could hear the way he was groaning and pleading with her not to go on.
Then, he started to plead more, but he called her Mistress.
When Susan heard that, she didn't take it all in right away. She was worked up in her own rage. No man had ever tied her up since her father, and she had sworn that no man would ever tie her up again. But he had.
So he was going to pay for it. He was going to pay, with blood.
"I think you think much too much of yourself because you have a somewhat large pecker," she said to him, as she got down on her knees between his legs. "So I think slicing a few inches off should slice some of your ego off, too."
"Oh God, no," the man started to groan. "Please, no."
"Susan, stop," Debbie said to her. "Don't do that. Stop it. Please."
And suddenly, the front door of her apartment was pushed open and Reg was running in, looking at her frantically. She knew he had been watching it all, and she knew, too, that he had probably known this man was going to try and overpower her. He had known it for sure. No wonder he treated her so well.
"Susan, stop," he screamed out, too. "Stop. Not that."
"No," the blond man screamed. "Don't stop her. Let her go on."
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FORCED FARMER'S DAUGHTERS
CHAPTER ONE
He had just heard the joke a few days before, during this last trip, and it flashed through his mind when they made the offer.
The joke went something like this: Three traveling salesmen, all traveling together, stopped at a farm one night and asked the farmer if they could spend the night. The farmer agreed, but told the men he had a pretty daughter. To keep them away from her, he said they had to sleep in the barn, and they did.
But the farmer was still mistrustful. He decided, just in case, to put razor blades up his daughter's cunt, should any traveling salesman decide to sneak up to her bedrrom during the night. (He had squirmed when he heard that part.)
The next day, the farmer went in to look at his daughter, and she seemed all right. Then he went to the barn, where the three salesmen were getting dressed to leave. They seemed all right. The farmer wet over to the first one and asked him to pull down his pants, so he could check. The man's prick was all right, in one piece.
"You're welcome here anytime," the farmer said. "Thank you," the man responded.
He went over to the second man and told him to pull down his pants, and the man did. There was nothing wrong with his prick.
"You're welcome here again, stranger."
"Thank you very much, and thanks for the hospitality," the second salesman said.
Then the farmer asked the third man to pull down his pants, and he did.
The fatherly farmer saw that this third salesman, too, had a cock that was in perfect shape, and he smiled proudly.
"You're welcome here also, stranger," he said to the man.
"Wwwwmmskkahllllss," said the man, opening his mouth to speak, but without a tongue.
He was a traveling salesman himself, and had been for many years. He'd been married once to Wendy, a lovely blonde, but too many days on the road had caused his marriage to collapse. One day he'd arrived home, and he'd found a note.
"Dear Nick, I can't take it. Goodbye. Love, Wendy."
Eventually, they did talk, but she still wanted a divorce, and all he could do was agree to go along with it. Now he had no one but the road.
Nick had been feeling triumphant during that afternoon's drive, because he had sold more than he'd ever sold on any trip. He had been thinking about stopping in the small town he passed through after sunset, but it looked too small for any action.
So he kept driving, then found himself practically falling asleep at the wheel.
So he pulled over at the next farm he came to, and knocked on the door.
He thought about the farmer joke even then, about the man without a tongue, about the torn tongue probably upstairs in the farm daughter's cunt, cut to shreds.
Then the door was opened by a handsome white-haired man, wearing a work shirt and overalls and work boots. He was your typical looking farmer. He looked like he had just stepped right out of a Rockwell painting.
His white-haired wife seemed like the perfect mate. They welcomed him into their house with open arms, like he was the son they'd always wanted or something.
They gave him a cup of coffee, and asked him all kinds of things about himself. The coffee woke him up a little bit, and put him in a good frame of mind. They were certainly one of the friendliest couples he'd ever come across.
After all, how many people were so warm to someone they'd just met, someone who was even asking them for a favor, someone they didn't even know?
"You look like you might be plumb tuckered out," the farmer said to Nick a little bit later, and Nick was glad the man had said it.
The truth of the matter was, he had felt obligated to talk to them. He did like them, but he was forcing himself to stay up to talk to them.
"Sure am," Nick said, and then the wife leaned over to her husband and whispered something. He turned a little bit red, with embarassment. They both turned and looked at Nick, as if they wanted to say something. "What is it?" he ended up finally asking.
"The wife was just thinking that maybe, well...."
"Well, maybe...." she said. "See, we have a daughter and...."
"She ain't been such a good girl lately," the old man said. "Matter of fact, me and Ma here had to whip her the other day."
"Oh?" Nick asked, interested in the story, interested in why they were even telling him about it, and even more interested in the growing bulge in his pants.
"Sure," Ma said to him. "She's run off without doin' her chores three days in a row, and finally I tell Pa here she's gotta get whupped."
"She sure does," Pa said. "She's gotta get whupped."
"I thought you said you whipped her the other day," Nick said, and the old man clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and whistled.
"Sure," the old man said. "Sure I did. But I ain't as strong as I used to be. Got me muscles and all, but these old bones are rickety. Ain't as strong as I once was, and I don't think my whuppin' worked."
"Didn't, Pa," the old lady said. "Didn't work at all. Otherwise, she wouldn'ta done what she went out and did."
"What's that?" Nick asked, and the old woman leaned over.
"Went runnin' out without doin' her chores all over again. I had to drag her up the stairs and she's been in her room now for a coupla hours. We tied her to her bed so she can't run away. What we was wonderin' was...."
He was sitting on the edge of his seat. Whatever it was they wanted, he sensed that they wanted him to do something to their daughter.
"What?" he asked. "You're being most gracious, and if you need any help with disciplining your daughter, I'd be more than happy."
"She needs a good whuppin' from an arm that's gonna teach her right. From someone who's gonna hurt her so she learns her lesson."
"You'd like me to whip her?" Nick asked, and he couldn't believe it.
The thought of it made his cock stiffen in his pants, so he was as hard as he could possibly be. The idea of standing up now was not such a good one, he knew. If they saw the bulge in his pants, they might know he wanted to do something else.
Just as he was thinking about that, the two people turned to each other.
"You know, Ma, it might be hard for this young man to whup Patty without him gettin' a. little bit aroused. You did strip her before you tied her up, didn't you?"
"Course, Pa. How else you gonna tie someone up but in the nude?"
"Well, she sure is a pretty thing," Pa said. "And I could understand a young man gettin' kinda aroused if he sees here lyin' there."
"So, let him just work it out on her," Ma said.
"Guess he can do that. Guess he wouldn't mind fuckin' her if he had to."
Nick could not believe this was happening to him. It was just like a dream come true. He was so up from his terrific sales that he felt so fucking horny, and now these two kindly people were offering him their daughter.
He wondered, for a second, if she had razor blades inside of her?
He put it out of his mind, however. That was a stupid thought, he told himself. These people just can't discipline their daughter.
"Well, I think I could handle this," Nick said, and the old man smiled.
"You sure looked like you could when you pulled up here. Sure do look kinda fit. I think you can handle it, young man. Want Ma to show you up to her room?"
He nodded, and as he stood up and the old woman stood up, he was quite shocked by what the old woman did. She slid her hand to his crotch and squeezed him, feeling the thickness and then the length of his cock shaft.
"Yup, Pa, he oughta be able to satisfy her." the woman said, and she slid her arm through his, like a kind elderly mother, and started to lead him up the stairs. When they were On the second floor of the farmhouse, she leaned over and whispered. "No I'll tell you somethin', young man. Patty's got herself a thick piece of tape over her mouth, 'cause she was yellin' and screamin' and carryin' on after I tied her up. You might be better off leavin' that tape over her mouth."
"Unless she promises that she won't start to scream," he said.
He said that only because he liked a mouth. He liked to shove his cock into a mouth during foreplay, and he liked to kiss a mouth while fucking a hot cunt. The idea of fucking a girl who was bound appealed to him. But bound and gagged seemed to be a little bit too much, he thought, and he saw the old woman nod.
"Well, guess if you wanna see her pretty li'l mouth, that's fine. Only I want you to know that she's a lyin' bitch. She'll probably tell you all kinds of lies about me and my kind husband. Don't you go believin' her."
"I imagine she would say anything against you, just to try and get me to free her. But I won't believe a word she says."
"Good," Ma told him, as she stopped in front of a door. "Well, here she is. You'll see all the whups and other instruments you might need on the dresser top. Have fun."
And she kissed him gently on the cheek, then turned and started to walk down the hall, then back down the stairs to her husband.
As Nick stood outside of he closed door, he wondered what the girl could look like.
In so many of those farmer's daughter jokes, especially when someone who told it wanted to stretch it, the daughter was always one of God's most perfect creatures, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, with large globular tits and pink nipples.
When he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, he could see her lying on the bed. There was a gas lamp on the dresser, and its flickering flame light was the only light in the room. It made her look quite enticing.
She was, without a doubt, beautiful. She had brownish-blonde hair and high cheek bones. She had lovely looking breasts, round and firm, and they were heaving up and down a little bit. Only her arms had been tied.
They were pulled up over her head, and her wrists were bound together with a real thick cord. The end of the cord was tied to the headboard of the bed.
The girl's legs were not tied. She had them spread a little bit, with one knee raised off the bed a few inches. Her eyes were closed, and he sensed that she was sleeping. He closed the door behind him, quietly.
Then, even more quietly, he started to take off his clothing.
The room was warm to begin with, and he was wearing his work suit. He figured that after a few lashes, he'd be sweating up his suit. So there was no reason to keep his clothing on. He did keep his underpants on, however.
Then he picked up a thick whip from the dresser, and he walked quietly toward the bed. The girl looked like she was a raving beauty, he thought. If only he could have seen her mouth, he would have been able to decide for sure.
Because the piece of tape was big, going from right under her nose almost to the bottom of her chin, from one cheek al the way to the other.
He pulled the whip up, then over his head. Slowly, and somewhat gently, he lashed it down on her belly, and as it struck, it cracked against her flesh.
She let out a low groan, and opened her eyes. They were light green, and filled with fear. When she saw him, she started to raise her head up off the pillow. She tried to talk, but her words were all muffled (just like the last salesman's words, Nick had to think to himself) so he didn't know what she was saying.
He did not want to take the tape off right away, either. After all, he had promised the two elderly people that he would whip her for not doing her chores.
"Your Mama and Daddy tell me you've been bein' a bad girl," Nick said.
She started to toss and turn her head back and forth on her pillow, shaking her head no, violently. But he was nodding.
"Hey, that's all right. It's all right to be a bad girl sometimes. But you should remember that your parents are old, and need all the help they can get from you. There's a lotta chores that need doing on a farm. If you're not going to do your share, how do you think your parents will manage?"
She kept shaking her head no, and then he sat on the bed next to her. As he leaned over, his arm brushed against her breast.
He was about to kiss her breast, when he stopped himself. No, he thought, I have to punish her first. I have to. If I start this now, there'll be no stopping it, and then the old couple will be disappointed.
"No," he said out loud, as he stood up.
"You've been a bad girl and first you gotta take some whippin' before you take some lovin'."
As he started to reach for one of her ankles, she tried to kick him. She managed to scratch his face with one of her toenails.
"Oh, a fiery wench," he said out loud. "I like that, as you can see."
He looked down at the front of his underwear, and when he looked down, so did she. He knew that she saw his cock bulge, and even the wet stain in his underwear, from all those pre-come drops leaking from his cock slit.
He couldn't grab her ankle without her pulling it away. So he went over and looked at the other instruments on top of the dresser, and he saw a pair of handcuffs, and a key. He smiled to himself, as he opened both cuffs.
When he walked back to the bed and looked down at her, he could see a great deal of hurt behind her anger.
He grabbed her foot, and before she could pull free, he snapped one of the open cuffs around her ankle. Then he pulled her leg up over her head, pulling the chain that was connected to the ankle cuff.
He cuffed the other one around the bedpost on the headboard, so that one of her two legs was raised up over her head.
Nick looked at her soft looking buttocks. He grabbed her other ankle and pulled her other foot up over her head.
Then he started to smash the leather whip down on her buttocks. He lashed her over and over again, and when she tried to squirm away, she only ended up hurting herself more. After all, her body was bound with ropes and cuffs, and when she moved too much, she caused a pulling and cutting on those ropes and cuffs.
He saw that there were lash marks on her buttocks before he even started to whip her. He didn't hit her hard enough to make her bleed, but he did leave large red welts on her ass, which he thought looked pretty hot.
She was crying after a ten minute lashing, and as he stood at the edge of the bed looking at her, he did feel sorry for her. But then he flashed on the older couple, who had allowed him to come into this room.
And he thought, I should feel sorry for them. They are so sweet, and here she is, young and able to help them, but unwilling to do so.
It was then that he thought she did look kind of young to be the daughter of two such elderly people, unless they had her real late in life.
He shrugged away that thought. He had made her ass sting, and now he wanted to do something that would make her ass tingle with pleasure.
"I'm gonna try to make up for that whipping," he said to her, as he climbed on the bed between her legs, lying on his stomach. "But I want you to remember what it felt like, because I'm going to do it again if you don't obey your parents.
"If you do, I'll be back to do this all over again. See, Patty honey, I can make you feel really good if I want to make you feel good."
When Nick said that, he stuck his tongue out and began to lick her buttocks. He ran his tongue up and down some of the welt marks, thinking that he was going to lick the pain off of her flesh. He could taste the salty sweet flavor of her ass, and that saltiness made his tongue water.
As he moved his tongue all over her ass cheeks, he could hear the whimpering starting to subside, and he could hear moaning. She began to thrust her ass up and down, as if she knew which spots loved to be licked the most.
It was more or less like she was rubbing her ass against his tongue after a while, as opposed to him licking her buttocks.
He did move his tongue to her ass crack, where there was even more sweat than there had been on her ass cheeks, and he loved how that tasted.
He started to flick his tongue back and forth against her asshole, and as he did, he could feel her pressing down against him. So he gently slid a finger into her ass, using his own saliva to massage it into her.
She pushed her ass down on his finger, getting his finger deeper into her asshole than even he had been planning to put it.
She pressed her ass down then, with his finger in it, and tried to move her cunt to his mouth, so that he would start licking her.
Licking her cunt was one of the things he had been thinking of down in the kitchen, when they told him that their daughter was nude and tied to her bed.
So he was more than willing to drive his tongue into her pussy, and when he felt it making direct contact with her clit, she began to throb hard. He felt her asshole spasm around his finger as he kept sliding it in and out of her.
She exploded, and there was so much cream, that he could hardly believe it.
Nick kept on sucking and sucking. He looked up at her, and saw her huge tits. They were now glowing a little bit, with sweat, and they were heaving up and down. He knew that this young girl really had to have huge tits, because even with her arms pulled up over her head (a position that stretched a woman's body out) her tits still looked like they were enormous. He imagined if she sat up, they'd be incredible.
"Yeah, Patty, see how good it can be," the traveling salesman moaned. "See how good it can be when you're a good girl."
The undecipherable words she had been moaning before, muffled because of the gag, no longer seemed to be words. She was just moaning, as if she was feeling all the heat and lust a girl could possibly feel. He wondered how long it had been since she'd had any kind of sexual encounter, and wondered if it worked the same with men as it did with women.
For he knew that if he went any length of time without having a sexual encounter, and that even included masturbating himself, when he would finally come, that first orgasm would not only be quite intense, but there would be so much come shooting from his dick, almost as if his balls had been saving up the come during those days when he hadn't had any kind of ejaculatory experience.
She kept coming and coming, almost as if her cunt had felt no pleasure in a long time.
Or maybe, he even though to himself, she hadn't had any contact at all. Maybe this hot brownish-blonde haired girl was still a virgin.
He didn't know, but he knew that he was going to get inside of her no matter what. He could feel his cock throbbing really hard in his pants, and he knew that even if he did end up fucking her, it wouldn't be long.
That was when he had an idea. He pulled his mouth away from her cunt, and then he started to slowly pull his finger out of her asshole.
"Now, baby," he said to her. "If I take off that tape, do you promise not to scream? See, I'm dying to see what your mouth looks like. I'm dying to move my dick to your mouth. Did you ever suck a dick before?"
She nodded her head, slowly but surely..
"Do you like sucking a dick?" She nodded again. "Good. Because I could sure get into having my dick in what I hope turns out to be a pretty little mouth."
And he started to slide along the side of her body, moving himself up so he could stand up on his knees, near her head. He reached over and slipped the handcuff off from around the bedpost, sliding it upward, so she could rest her ass back on the bed, and not have to lie in that doubled over position.
As he moved his hand to the tape, he knew it was going to hurt. He even told her as much, for the tape covered a lot of the lower part of her face, and seemed like it had a lot of glue on it. He told her to prepare herself.
There was a ripping sound as he pulled it hard, and he thought for sure he was going to look down and see the lower half of her face without her flesh.
But when he looked down, aside from an expression of hurt, she looked hot.
Her smile was every bit as inviting as the rest of her body. When she started to lick her lips a little bit, he knew she wanted to wet her mouth. There was a pitcher with water on the night table near her bed.
He poured her a glass, then held it to her lips. Then, he slid his underwear down and bared his cock to her, for the first time.
She moaned as she saw it and as he rubbed it against her lips.
"Wait, please, for a second," she said to him. "I have to talk to you."
"What about?" he asked her. "I don't want to talk now."
"Oh please, just for a second. About them. About me. I'm not their daughter. Please, you have to believe me. I'm not their daughter."
He thought about what the old woman had told him. That the girl would say anything against the two of them-the old man and old woman-because she hated the way they tried to discipline her. He believed the old lady.
So he decided to go along with her and play her little game.
"All right then, who are they? What's your relationship to them."
"I ran away from my own home. I ran away about a year ago. I was sleeping in their barn one night and they found me the next morning. They invited me to come and stay with them. They treated me like a daughter for a few weeks, and then one day, they started to treat me like a whore. They never let me out. They keep me tied here all the time, and they let different men come up and use me."
He could not believe she expected him to buy her story, and as he started o shake his head back and forth, and even click his tongue against the roof of his mouth, she knew that he did not believe her. She opened her mouth and began to plead with him once again.
But before she could beg him to believe her, he rammed his cock right into her mouth, thrusting himself in so deep that the head moved into her throat.
He felt his balls resting against her chin, and felt the way she began to suck on him like an eager young girl. He could see her cheeks moving in and out as she was sucking, and he could feel her tongue.
"Oooh, yeah, baby, that feels great," he said to her. "That feels really great. Keep working my dick over like that. Yeah, do it."
He liked the way she slid her head up and down, moving her mouth up and down his cock shaft. He could see her tits still heaving up and down, and he moved his fingers to one and started to pinch it hard.
She liked that, or at least she acted like she did. He leaned over and moved his mouth to her cunt again, moving one leg over her face, so that he was now straddling her face. He began to thrust his cock up and down harder and faster.
As he buried his nose and his mouth near her cunt and asshole, he inhaled deeply, then stuck his tongue into her cunt.
She started to moan so loud, and she began to thrust her pussy up and down against his mouth as fast as she possibly could, gasping around his dick. He felt himself starting to throb, and he knew he would not hold back.
He did not want to make her choke on his come, at least not while she was bound, so as he came, he pulled his cock back so he was not in her throat.
He felt her tongue flicking up and down along the tip of his dick, and she was sucking the come out of him as hard as she possibly could. He felt his dick throbbing over and over again, shooting out one thick load of come after another.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he moaned, as he kept his face buried near her cunt, because the smell, taste and feel of her cunt added to his orgasmic pleasure. "Yeah, keep that dick in your mouth now. Keep it in so I stay hard. I wanna fuck you in your hot steamy cunt, baby. I wanna fuck you good and hard."
He loved the way her tits rubbed against his belly and chest as he was sliding around on top of her body. She did hold him in her mouth for as long as he wanted to keep his cock there, and as he pulled out, she moaned.
"You think I'm not, Mister? Do you think I'm really hot?"
"Without a doubt, baby. One of the hottest things I've ever seen."
"Well then, take me away from all this. I'll be your wife. I'll be your mistress. I'll be your slave, if you just take me away."
He didn't even answer her. He didn't want to take her with him. After all, how would the two old people get along without her.
He just turned his body around, and started to slide his mouth back down between her legs. As he began to eat her, he could hear her moaning. She first started to moan about how good his tongue was, and how her clit was on fire.
She moaned about how good he could make her come, and how no man had ever made her come as powerfully as he had just made her come.
She sang songs of praise to him, and he bought it for a few minutes.
But he knew it was all bullshit, to raise his ego and get him to believe her, when she paused, took a deep breath, then started in again.
"Please, you must believe me. I'm not their daughter, and they're not my parents. Would any real loving parents send a man up here to do something like this to their daughter? Would they? I don't think so."
But he did. There was no reason not to. They were concerned about their daughter being an obedient girl. And they could not whip her hard enough to punish her.
But they were loving parents, in a sense. After all, they knew that she would be hurt while being whipped. So they had told him he could make love to her. That was rather loving. They didn't want her to feel only pain.
He slid his body up on top of hers, rubbing his semi-hard cock against her cunt lips. He started to lick her breasts, sliding his tongue from one tit to the other, concentrating not only on the nipples, but the whole mounds of flesh.
He heard her moaning, with a great deal of pleasure, and when she thrust her cunt up against his cock, he knew she wanted him.
And he liked when he heard her moaning with pleasure.
But every so often, he could hear her trying to reason with him again, trying to get him to believe that what she said was the truth. And he just couldn't believe that those old people would mistreat her.
Finally, after long moments of sexual arousal, due to her moaning and her body, followed by brief interruptions when she begged him to take her away, he raised his chest up off her body and looked down at her.
"Honey, I'm afraid that if you don't shut up, I'm going to have to put that tape back on your mouth. You're starting to bring my head down."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she moaned. "I don't want to do that. I want you to like me. I want you to be satisfied with me. I'm sorry."
"That's all right, baby. Only don't let it happen again," he moaned.
And then, he pulled his groin away from her cunt for only a second.
And it was during that second that he aimed his cock down at her cunt lips, slid the head between them, then started to slide it all the way into her. She was not a virgin, he could feel. She had no hymen, for one thing.
But also, her cunt was much too receptive. Even a virgin without a hymen would not be able to take in a cock so easily the first time.
He felt his prick sinking into her warm wetness, and it was incredible.
He felt like he was rolling in her flesh, and it was a feeling he adored. He began to slide himself in and out of her, gently at first.
Then he started to move faster, and each time his groin slapped against her thighs, he could hear the slapping sound. When he felt her starting to come, he kept right on moving, making sure not to drive himself too far.
He did not want to come too soon inside of her. He wanted to hold back for as long as possible, making her explode a few times, then make himself explode.
She slid her lips to his ear and began to whisper. She flicked her tongue back and forth against his ear, and he could feel pleasure waves surge through him, because of the heat from her tongue. All went well for the next few minutes.
But then, she started to beg him again. She began to moan for him to believe what she said, just as he was starting to throb hard enough where he knew there was a good chance that he might start to come inside of her.
It turned him off, enough to make him slow down. When he stopped thrusting and he raised his head to look at her, he knew she could tell he was angry.
"You are one persistent bitch," he said. "Is that why one whipping wouldn't get you to do your chores for your parents? Is that because once you decide on something you stick to it, no matter what?"
"They are not my parents," she said again, raising her voice a little bit. "They are not my parents, they are not my parents, they are not!"
She probably would have been screaming had he not decided on a better way to shut her up. It was a way to add to his own pleasures, too.
He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. He rammed his tongue between her lips, and even though she did not start to suck on it right away, she could not talk too well, either.
When she seemed to realize that he was not even listening to her words anymore, as he began to thrust in and out of her again, she stopped trying to talk.
She even got into his tongue in her mouth, sucking it hard.
Nick felt the way the combination of her cunt and the kiss was making his cock start to throb inside of her, hard. He could feel the tension, from the tip of his prick down to the tip of his toes, and he knew he was not going to be able to keep from coming.
When he exploded, he loved it. His body was covered with sweat by then, and his cock needed this perfect kind of release.
He felt the come shooting from the pit of his balls, and he kept right on thrusting as he came. It was not until he felt himself starting to lose his erection that he thrust all the way inside of her and stayed there.
He slid his head near her shoulder and rested it there.
"Please, you must believe me," she said to him, and that was it. He reached for the piece of tape he'd taken off her mouth. He'd stuck it on the side of the night table. He moved it back to put over her mouth, and she was turning her head back and forth to try and keep him from taping her mouth shut again.
"Baby, I don't want to hear another word from you," he told her.
"No, no, please, don't," she said, tossing her head back and forth. "You'll see. You'll see. I'm telling you. You'll see. See if they don't ask you for money in the morning. See if they don't ask you to pay for me. I'm their whore. They keep me here and I'm the whore. They make the money. Please."
He pressed the tape back on her mouth, pressing it even harder near her cheeks and her chin. She kept trying to talk for a few more minutes, but no words made sense.
The old couple had not told Nick which room to sleep in, and because he was tired now, and he could push her over a little, he decided to sleep with her.
It had been a long time since he'd slept with a woman next to him, and he draped one arm over her tits and his leg over her crotch.
When he woke up in the morning, his cock was as hard as it could be. She was still sleeping as he slid it into her cunt from behind.
When she did wake up, he hardly even noticed it. After all, he couldn't see her eyes, and the moans she made when she was up sounded the same as the ones she'd been making when he first entered her while she slept.
Nick slid his dick in and out of her cunt from behind, until he came.
Just as he did come, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Young man, I left a towel here on the doorknob. You can use the shower down at the end of the hall," the old woman said.
It was perfectly timed. He got off the bed and she rolled onto her back, looking at him with pleading puppy-dog eyes. He slid into his underwear, then opened the door. He took the towel with him to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, he was showered, shaved and dressed. He kissed her on the forehead as he left her bound and gagged in the room, the same way he'd found her, and he heard her let out a frustrated groan.
He closed the door and walked down the stairs.
The old couple were sitting in the kitchen, and as soon as he came down, she went over and hugged him, like a kind old Mom. Then she told him to sit and have breakfast, which was all made, and being kept hot for him.
As he was eating, the old man asked him if he thought he'd taught their daughter a lesson, and he said that he was sure he had.
"We lose a lotta money around here," Pa said then. "When she ain't doin' what she's supposed to do, we lose money. No one gets those chores done. No eggs all in baskets to take to town. Nothin' like that."
"Pa, don't go cryin' about no money to strangers," Ma said to him.
"Now don't get me wrong, I ain't doin' that," the old man said. "Just wanna let him know how much I appreciate what he's done here. Now if she does her work today, least we'll have enough money for groceries for the weekend."
"Hey," Nick said then, "if you two need some money, I can surely give you some."
"No, no. We can't take it," Ma started to say.
"No," Nick said. "I insist. Look, you gave me a room to stay in overnight. And I made a lot of money on this business trip. Here, I want you to have this."
He pulled out two twenty dollar bills and put them on the table. Ma kept refusing, and Pa said nothing, but Nick insisted that they keep it for their troubles.
And after he left, the old woman got up and pulled a wad of bills out of the cookie jar, adding those twenties to all the others.
CHAPTER TWO
Ma sure liked the redheaded salesman much more than she'd liked any other who had passed their way in quite a while. Pa could see it. He could tell by the way she stared into the redheaded man's green eyes.
Whenever he smiled, whether Ma seemed to get the joke or not, she smiled.
Pa was thinking that she sure as hell looked prettier than she had in quite a while, maybe because this young man was making her feel like a girl again.
She started to tell him about their disobedient daughter, and Pa was not at all surprised when Ma mentioned Cindy's name.
She started to lead him up the stairs to the room, and Pa sat back on his chair and put his hands behind his head. He puffed on the pipe that was hanging between his lips, and he smiled for a long while.
However, once he realized that about ten minutes had gone by, he wasn't smiling so much anymore. He realized that Ma was still upstairs, perhaps with the redheaded salesman, and he stood up, then started up the stairs, two at a time.
He smiled as he walked toward their bedroom, the one located right next to Cindy's, because the door was wide open, and Ma was standing near the wall that looked into Cindy's bedroom. He knew she had taken down the picture, and was looking through one of the few small holes drilled in the wall.
Pa moved up behind her, and she gasped for a second. Then as he leaned over so he could look through one of the holes, and his cheek brushed against hers, she moaned softly. She could feel the heat of Pa's hot breath near her ear.
He was also rubbing the crotch of his pants near her backside. As he felt his dick getting suffer, he began to press himself against her, even harder.
Meanwhile, he could see the redheaded man in the bedroom. He was still leaning against the dresser, looking at the bound and gagged redheaded girl. Cindy's arms had been handcuffed to the top bedpost, and her mouth had been taped shut.
"Your Mama and Daddy tell me you've been a bad girl," the redheaded salesman said, as he looked between her legs, more than any other place.
He looked at the red wet slit between her legs, and also at the thick strawberry blond pubic hairs. And as he looked, he was stroking the front of his suit pants, ever so slowly, licking his lips a little bit, too.
Then he began to pull his zipper down, and he reached into his pants.
He had quite a large prick, though Ma couldn't see it right away. He had his hand around the head and part of the base, and the fold of his pants covered the rest. But as he slid his hand down, pressing his pants down, too, the size of his prick was much more apparent, and Ma liked what she saw.
"Now I know why you put him in Cindy's room," Pa whispered in her ear. "Bet it's makin' you think back to a time when we were both young, right?"
"Yup, Pa. You could always read me like a book," the old lady said.
For it was absolutely true. Once, before the two of them had aged and their hair had turned white or grey, they'd both had fiery reddish-blond hair. Pa's hair was more blond than red, and Ma's was more red than blonde.
But when the two of them would go out, people would stare, because they were a most attractive couple, and looked like they were head over heels in love with each other.
Pa could kind of see a lot of himself in the young salesman. And when he looked at that bound and gagged redhead, he saw quite a bit of Ma.
He remembered the way her tits had once been nice and firm, and her nipples would get rock hard. They still did, of course, though her tits were not as firm as they had once been. He could remember when her flesh was soft and smooth, without wrinkles.
There were still many parts of her that were soft and smooth.
And as he thought about them, he started to push her long skirt up over her hips. Ma felt it, and she loved it. It was almost just like what she had been hoping for.
She wore a long slip, but Pa made sure to push that up, too.
Then she felt his hand sliding into her panties. He began to pull them down around her ankles, so he could see her bare ass.
Then, he as stood to one side of her, he began to rub his hand over her sweaty ass flesh. Even sooner, his fingers slid down to her cunt lips so he could stroke them from behind, and she let out a low exhaled moan.
Her cunt was getting wetter, but it really didn't start to work to its fullest until he slid his hand around and moved his fingers into her cunt from the front. That way, he was able to make better contact with her clit.
Ma kept on moaning though she realized the salesman might hear. She ended up pressing her palm against the wall and pressing her lips against the back of her hand. That way she could moan against her own flesh, and even lick it when she wanted to.
The salesman had stroked his cock for a short while, and Ma had a good idea of what that young piece of man-meat looked like. When he stood up and began to take off his tie and open his shirt buttons (he'd left his suit jacket downstairs on back of the chair) she got a better look at his stiff prick.
She could see the way it stuck right out and stood straight up when he was standing up. As he took off his shirt, and his body was moving, his cock bobbed up and down quite a bit, and that looked hot, too.
Ma saw the way his chest was covered with fine brownish-red hairs. She could see his brown nipples sticking out through the hairs.
Then he kicked off his shoes, and opened his belt and his pants. As he slid his pants down, he held onto his belt, and it slid out of his pants loops. He wore underwear, and for a few seconds Ma thought it looked real hot, because he kept his underwear on and his prick was sticking out of one of the leg parts.
He slid his hand up and down his prick some more. Then he walked close to the bed and looked at the naked redhead.
He started to tell her that her Pa and Ma said she was bad, and when she shook her head back and forth in protest, he just raised the belt, then smashed it down on her flesh, as hard as he possibly could.
She let out a low gasp, almost as if she had been hit much harder than she thought.
Ma saw the red lash mark he left on her belly, and her cunt spasmed real hard around Pa's still probing finger. Pa had always been real good with his fingers, and he was just as good as ever. He was sliding them in and out of Ma's cunt-three at a time-and as he moved them he was opening them and closing them.
It was a simulation of the throbbing cock feeling, and Pa knew how much Ma loved it when he was fucking her and his cock was throbbing. When they'd first gotten married he never really did have such good control over his orgasms, so once that throbbing would start, his ejaculations were usually a few seconds away.
Then one night, early in their marriage, Ma had taken him for a ride. She had started to climb on his strong rigid dick, riding him up and down, and when he began to throb she slid herself all the way down, and pressed as hard as she could.
Her ass cheeks had been pressing against his thighs, and even though he had tried to move, she wouldn't let him. It was only then that she told him how much she wanted him to hold back. He had thought she got off the most of the feeling of his come shooting, and though she said that she did, she let him know that his orgasm was always the end part of their fuck session.
She liked it to last longer. She liked it when he throbbed. She wanted to feel him throb for a good half an hour before letting him come.
And that was exactly what she had done. Her cunt had been spasming really tight around his cock, and it seemed like she was never going to let him come. When she finally did, it was one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had.
He felt the come shooting out of him with such force, that his body burst into a more intense sweat than ever before. His balls even ached a little bit, because of the pleasure he felt from the orgasm.
Ever since he had learned how much Ma loved the throbbing inside of her pussy, he would alwas finger her with at least more than one finger (usually anywhere from two to four fingers) and open and close them inside of her, to make it seem like they throbbed.
It really worked on her that time. Ma pushed herself back a little bit, and as a result, her head was lowered, too. She had to look through a different hole to see into the next room, but that was fine with her.
The salesman was climbing up on the bed then, on his knees, on one side of the naked girl's body.
He started to rub the head of his prick against the girl's face cheek, and when he did that, she started to moan quite a bit. She even turned her head, perhaps hoping that he would take the tape off her mouth.
When he did, she started to open her mouth to talk to him. She was probably going to try and get him to believe that she was not really their daughter.
Ma was glad when the young stud salesman didn't even wait.
He didn't want to hear the girl talking. He was much too turned on. He had told the farm couple that he'd been on the road for the last three weeks, and that this particular sales trip of his had been all work and no play.
Ma was a little bit disappointed when she heard him starting to moan really loud, then saw the way his body burst into a sweat, then saw the way trickles of sweat began to drip off his ass cheeks ono the back of his calves.
She knew he had to be coming in the girl's mouth. She could even see the way his buttocks were spasming then. The girl pulled her mouth away after a second, and his cock continued to shoot, so Ma even got a look at it.
She saw the white cream just fly up in the air and land on the girl's shoulder, and Ma's hot cunt began to spasm even harder around Pa's fingers. She could feel him pressing his fingers against her clit then, as hard as he could.
He felt her coming, and loved it when she wiggled her ass around. He slapped her ass with his other hand, not as hard as he'd want to (because the walls were thin and he didn't want the salesman to hear) but hard enough to make Ma's butt cheeks tingle.
Ma was turned on by the salesman's orgasm, and turned off at the same time. The turn-on came from having seen his come spurting from the head of his prick.
The turn-off came because she thought that he was finished. She thought that his cock was going to go limp, and that would be all.
That was not how it happened. As the salesman kept on jerking his shaft, even using some of his own come to lubricate himself, Ma noticed that his fine young prick didn't seem to be losing any of its blood.
She thought about what he had said-three weeks of all work and no play-and knew that even though he had come, he was not going to lose his erection.
When the bound redhead began to plead with him again, he threatened her.
Ma loved it when he said, "Look, if I hear you talking that way about your Ma and Pa again I'm gonna have to stuff something even bigger than my cock into your mouth to shut you up. They're the nicest folks I ever came across."
Once again, Ma and Pa had gotten on the better side of a young salesman.
Pa heard what the young man said, and he smiled at Ma, then whispered in her ear, telling her how good this whole thing was.
Then, as he looked through one of the holes and saw the way the young man was starting to move to sit on the girl's face, so he was pressing his balls into her mouth, he unzipped his overalls and pulled his cock out of the fly.
Ma could feel the heat from his cock as he rubbed it against the side of her body, and she reached for it. It was as long and thick as always. The very first time she had seen it, on their honeymoon, she had thought that it would be impossible to take something so thick inside of her cunt.
But Pa had eaten her for the longest time, and when he had started to enter her, he'd done it real slow, so he didn't spread her wide open right away.
He moved behind Ma now, and began to rub his stiff prick between her buttocks. First he kept most of his body pulled back, and squeezed her ass cheeks tight together, so his cock felt real hot between them.
Then, he pulled his hands away and pressed himself closer to her. He began to thrust his dick up and down, fucking her ass crack.
He could tell she loved it. When he looked back into the other room, he had an even better idea of why she loved it so much.
She was enjoying what she saw. She had always loved watching Pa jerking on his own cock. Sometimes, satisfying sex for the two people, involved sitting a few feet away from each other, masturbating.
The first time Pa had ever jerked off for her, Ma had gone crazy. He'd been looking at her cunt, getting turned on by its silky looking red inside, and when he'd started to come, he had actually been able to see her inner cunt walls spasming.
Ma had been so turned on watching Pa come, that she had come.
Now she was watching the young, strapping salesman, jerking on his own cock. He kind of reminded Pa of himself, years ago, when his body was as muscular and tight as the young man's body was now.
"He's keepin' her shut up with his huge balls," Ma moaned to Pa. "Just keepin' them stuffed in her mouth so she won't say nothin'."
Then, he leaned over, and moved his mouth down to her cunt. As he did, he raised his ass up a little bit, and slid his hand near his crotch. Within seconds, Ma realized that the young salesman had pulled his balls out of her mouth, and stuffed his hard prick right back between her lips in place of his balls.
For as soon as he began to lick the bound girl's thighs, he pressed his ass down, and the redhead began to gag. You couldn't gag on balls, Ma knew, but you could gag on a stiff prick head when it was pressed down and forced into your throat.
And she sure as hell seemed to be gagging. She slid her feet up and her knees were now up in the air and she was thrusting her cunt up and down against his face, not so much as to feed him, but to try and make him realize she was choking.
He seemed to love it, no matter why she was doing it. He slid both of his hands under her butt cheeks and held them tight. Then he started to suck really hard, sucking out load after load of her sweet tasting cream.
When he began to moan into her cunt, Ma knew that the young girl was probably coming.
He didn't keep his prick in her mouth for long, nor did he eat her for long. When he felt like he might come, he pulled his cock away from her mouth.
He started to turn around, and Pa heard Ma let out a low groan.
"Shit, Pa, now I can't see nothin' but his ass. We shoulda put our room on the other side, so I could see the front of him."
Pa laughed, then leaned over and whispered into Ma's ear.
"Well, you got this stiff prick you can feel. It oughta be enough."
And he pulled himself back a little bit so he could aim his cock at her wet cunt lips. He slid himself right into her, guiding his prick into her pussy, and he could hear the way she let out a low soothing moan.
As soon as he was in all the way, he kept himself pressed there, and slid his fingers around so he could start to play with her clit. Ma's clit was real big, and always easy to find inside of her cunt. Once Pa had it between his fingers, he began to work it over real skillfully.
Ma started to wiggle her ass around, but she never slid herself forward and back to get into the fuck thrusts, because she knew what Pa was like. She knew that if she started to move, he might get so turned on and come too fast.
Instead, she did kind of grind herself back against him.
Meanwhile, she knew that the young salesman was in the girl. She could see the way he was sliding himself back and forth, and along with his moving ass, she could also see his hot balls, swinging back and forth between his legs.
She heard a light cracking sound at one point, and knew that it was the sound of his balls slapping against the bound girl's buttocks.
She even started to moan a little bit, getting more and more turned on, but when Ma heard what she was saying, she hoped the salesman would shut her up. She was trying to convince him, at the height of his lust, that she was not really their daughter.
She told him that she was a runaway, who had been taken in by Ma and Pa.
She told him that she had been living there for a few weeks when they started to abuse her, verbally and physically. And then one day, she got the worst whipping of her life, even worse that the way her real old man used to whip her. From that day on she was kept bound to the bed. They would come up once a day to let her go to the bathroom and once a day to give her some food.
Ma was surprised that the salesman let her go on so long, only because she was sure that her words had to be working against the young man's turn-on.
She could not imagine how a man could stay turned on-hard cock or not-when a girl he fucked was telling her a story like the one the redhead told him.
But Ma was pleasantly surprised by what the young man said.
He used her story as an excuse to slap her as hard as he could across the face, not once, or even twice, but a few times.
Even from where Ma was watching, she could see how red the girl's cheek got when the girl raised her head. She could see how the young girl was starting to cry. For once again, she had to be realizing, the older couple came out on top.
The older couple were so kind that no salesman could believe they'd lie.
This redheaded salesman threatened the girl. He told her that if he heard her speak out against Ma and Pa again, he was going to slit her throat.
"Yeah," Pa whispered into Ma's ear, as he began to move his cock. "I like it when they stick up for us. Always have and always will."
"Yup, I feel the same way myself, Pa," she moaned, as her cunt spasmed harder. "Always makes me feel real good about myself, and also real funny about them salesmen. They really are a stupid bunch, aren't they?"
Pa didn't say anything, but Ma knew that he agreed with her. Often, when they were alone at the farm, and no traveling salesman had stopped by, they would talk about how stupid a lot of them were. Or maybe it was just that they-Ma and Pa-were such a convincing couple. They could tell these young men anything, and they'd be believed.
When they both heard the way the salesman was starting to moan, and Ma saw the way his ass cheeks were spasming more and more, dripping with more sweat than ever, too, she knew that he was going to be coming.
She slid her hand around and began to squeeze Pa's ass cheek through his overalls.
"Come on, Pa," she moaned to him. "Let me feel you moving in and out of me as fast as you can. I wanna feel your come shootin' in me.
He was not the kind of man who had to be told twice. He wanted to come in her just as much as she wanted him to come, and he began to slide his prick back and forth as fast as he could, pulling all the way back sometimes so that he even scared Ma a little, making her think he would fall out.
He never did. He was much too skilled for that. He knew the way his prick head was much thicker than the base of his cock, and could feel how much further he could pull back before actually doing that.
He could feel when his cock head was about to slide out from between her cunt lips, and just knew that he had to stop before that happened.
When he felt the way his cock began to pulse, he moved his lips to Ma's ear and he whispered softly, flicking his tongue back and forth, too.
Then he began to shoot his load into Ma's pussy. About five seconds later, Ma heard the salesman let out a real loud moan.
She saw the way his ass cheeks seemed to spasm uncontrollably, and she was positive that he was filling the young girl's cunt then. She saw him thrust all the way in and hold himself there, and as he kept coming, he pressed his lips against her mouth and kissed her with a great deal of tongue-flicking passion.
Pa was licking Ma's ear as he came inside of her cunt, and Ma felt the heat from that, blazing through his body, making his pleasures soar. He could feel the way his knees began to go weak, but he managed to stay on his feet.
He stayed inside of Ma for a much longer time than the young man stayed inside of the girl. Then, as the salesman started to pull out, he seemed to collapse on the bed next to the girl. At first, Ma thought he was dead.
But then she could see the way he was breathing, and knew he had just passed out from exhaustion. She saw the way the redhead moved her mouth near his ear, and knew that the girl was starting to whisper.
Ma had read about these unconscious suggestions, which, if repeated over and over again into the ear of a sleeping person, could make them act the next morning. She knew that the young girl was trying to convince the salesman to believe her.
So after she and Pa were separated, she let her skirt fall back around her knees. She left Pa in the bedroom, where he was starting to get undressed so he could go to sleep, and walked into Cindy's room.
When Cindy saw her, she started to cry. Ma pulled a fresh piece of tape off the roll in the drawer near the bed, and she pressed it down against Cindy's mouth.
The next morning, at breakfast, the salesman told them that he could not remember having gagged the girl before going to sleep. But Ma said he must have done it befoie he passed out from exhaustion, and he thought it made sense.
He thanked them both for their hospitality, and asked if there was anything that he could do in return. Pa started his routine, talking about how he didn't want to ask, and the salesman said, ask for what, and soon the man had given them forty dollars.
As far as the salesman knew, the two of them needed it to pay the electric bill, otherwise their lights would be turned off the next day.
They told him to stop by anytime, and he smiled at their graciousness.
He drove off, thinking about what a kind old couple they were.
And it was not until a week later, that Harry, the redheaded salesman, ran into Nick, the black-haired salesman. They'd known each other for years, and they both had interesting stories to tell each other.
CHAPTER THREE
They had been married for three years when they decided that they should go to a doctor and see why Ma hadn't been able to conceive. It turned out that she had something wrong with her womanly parts, and the doctor told them they'd never be able to have babies.
Pa had been real upset, though he tried not to let Ma know. She was a smart enough woman to realize that he was upset, however.
"You wanted to have your kids running this farm, Pa. I know it. And now we ain't gonna be able to have any kids."
"Well, we got each other, and that's all that counts with me," Pa had said.
And after that trip to the doctor's, Pa made love to Ma with more enthusiasm than he'd ever had before. Why, after the two of them got undressed for bed and Ma even turned on her side, moving away from him, thinking he didn't want her no more, Pa slid close to her and whispered in her ear.
He told her just how much he loved her, and how havin' kids didn't mean all that much to him. As long as the two of them would stay healthy, that was all that counted.
He had licked her ear, and the heat from his tongue did make Ma stop crying. He had even started to lick his way down her back, and eventually, Ma, who was young with vibrant red hair back then, was lying on her stomach.
She had her knees pushed up under her body so that her ass and cunt were raised off the bed, and Pa was licking her ass like crazy. His long wet tongue left saliva all over her buttocks, and when he started to lick her asshole, Ma seemed to go wild.
Pa fingered her asshole while he ate her cunt from behind.
His finger was still in her asshole when she started to roll over, turning her ass around with his finger still inside of it. That way, he could keep eating her cunt, too, only it was so much better when he ate her from the front.
His tongue made much better contact with her clit that way.
He sucked it between his lips and flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip of it. Ma moaned, thrusting her cunt up and down against his face, getting off on the feeling of his probing finger at the same time.
Pa had eventually slid up her body and fucked the hell out of her cunt. His ability to hold back was much greater than it had ever been, and Ma knew that he was doing his best to please her, and make her forget that hers was a barren cunt.
After he came in her cunt, she wanted him to fuck her ass. She knew how much he had always wanted to do it, and she thought that if she finally let him, he would love her more than ever. He greased up his cock after eating her some more, and then he slid it into her asshole, easily.
He loved it when she began to play with her clit as he fucked her ass. After all, the two of them had always gotten off on watching the other one masturbate, and it was no different that night, except that he was fucking her while she masturbated.
When Ma started to come her asshole spasmed so tightly around his cock, that he didn't think he would be able to hold back. Somehow, he managed to.
And later, when he was ready to come in her ass, he waited until she was having another one of her hot cunt spasms. He waited until she was dripping with come, and then he thrust faster and faster, and started to come in her ass.
Ma had loved it, and he would fuck her ass again, from that night on.
And as the years passed, Ma kept thinking that she really didn't fulfill all of Pa's needs. She knew that if she'd been able to have kids, he would have young workers on his farm, workers who he would not have to pay.
Because the farm really didn't turn a big enough profit to enable them to pay workers a decent salary. And soon, there were other higher paying jobs at nearby farms, so the workers were all going to work on other farms.
One day, Ma was in town buying a dress when she noticed a waif-like girl sitting outside of the general store. The girl looked like she'd been wearing the same clothes for a few days. She looked like she hadn't washed herself in days, either.
When Ma struck up a conversation with the girl, she discovered that she had no home.
Later, she'd find out that the girl was not an orphan, like she'd said she was. She had, instead, run away from her home.
But Ma took the young girl home, and for a few weeks, the girl worked for the two of them, in return for room and board. She couldn't do heavy work, like a male worker would, but she could do a lot of chores Ma would normally do, so that Ma would be able to help Pa with the heavier work.
One day, while Ma and Pa were out in the barn, they started to talk. Ma could hear a certain tone in Pa's voice when he talked about the young girl staying with them. It was almost like having a daughter, Pa pointed out, but not quite.
Ma suddenly realized that Pa desired the young girl. She thought about it for the next few days, and decided that there was a reality to this situation. She could not be around Pa and their houseguest at all hours, and was sure that if the two of them had a chance alone, Pa could easily seduce the young girl.
So she decided that she would let Pa know it was okay if he wanted to take the young girl. When Pa heard that, he could not have been more pleased.
It happened that night. While Ma was in the other room, looking through a hole in the wall, Pa went into the young girl's room. He started to talk to her, and let her know that Ma was already sleeping. As he spoke about how pretty the girl was, he began to stroke himself through his overalls.
Then he said something about how grateful the young girl should be, because Ma and Pa had taken them in. He said something about the young girl showing her appreciation.
That was when she got down on her knees in front of him. She pulled his cock out of his open fly, and began to suck on it. Pa knew that Ma was watching, and when the girl had her eyes closed, he was able to glance over at Ma and smile.
Ma did feel some jealousy at first, even though she was playing with herself at the time. But she started to realize that Pa loved her, and not the young girl. The young girl was just a play toy for Pa.
He came in her mouth, and then he started to lick her body, stripping her naked. She lay down on the bed, on her back, and when he had her cunt dripping with come, he slid right up and moved his cock into her.
The young girl seemed to love it. She thrust herself up and down against Pa's cock, turning her head from side to side as she was moaning. Pa really seemed to get off when the girl started to come around his cock.
He came inside of her cunt within minutes, then kissed her goodnight.
Later, when he was hard, he and Ma had one of their best sessions. And Ma thought that it was pretty good that Pa had fucked their young houseguest. It sure seemed to create a fiery heat in him, which he worked out on Ma.
But the next day, there had been a note left on the girl's bed. She had run away. She told them that she was not really sorry about what Pa had done to her, but she could not stay there any longer after it happened.
After all, the reason she'd left home was because her own Pa had forced her to submit.
And so, for the next few years, the couple worked the farm by themselves. Every so often they would have a guest, either a runaway or an orphan, and an occasional traveling salesman who would be passing by their farm.
Then, when Pa was about forty, he had a heart attack. Ma was sure he was going to die and prayed to God to let him live. She promised God that if Pa was all right, she would do all the farm work herself, so he'd never suffer again.
Within weeks, he was up and back on his feet again. And Ma did start to do a lot more heavy farm work, but she was getting old, too.
When Pa was well enough, he started to do a lot of the chores he used to do, but he sometimes did feel a strain, and Ma didn't want him to do any work that would put a strain on his heart, and threaten to take him away from her for good.
Eventually, they kept less and less cattle on their farm. And they started to plant smaller fields of vegetables, because they were getting too old to be able to handle such a large field by themselves. They were growing enough to feed themselves and to buy extra groceries they might need.
But soon, they seemed to be short of money. Everything was going up in price, and they were making less and less money.
And one day, Ma made some kind of remark about how things really could have been better if they put their female houseguests to work for them.
Pa didn't quite understand what she meant when she said that, but Ma explained.
"Pa, all our lives we've been puttin' up guests. Girls. Salesmen. And what do we get out of it? Nothin'. Course, I know the good Lord is lookin' down and He's gonna do somethin' for us, real good, real soon. But how much longer we gotta stay here waitin' for that good Lord to do somethin' for us?
"See, Pa, if We can get some of the girls to work for us, to work with the salesmen, well, we can open up somethin' like our own house.
Our own bordello."
Pa hadn't quite understood how Ma intended it to work.
And it did take at least two years from the time the older woman came up with the plan, for them to finally get things working right.
For Ma had a few girls staying over, and when she once suggested to a young houseguest that she try to make some money to help the farm run, then went on to explain just how the money could be made, the girl ran away.
She didn't even stay the night after Ma told her the idea.
That was why, when the next runaway came to stay with them, Ma snuck into the girl's room one night and tied her up. She was kept bound for less than a week before the first traveling salesman stopped by, and even back then, Ma knew enough to make up a story about the girl upstairs being their daughter.
And the day after the first salesman was with her, and Pa tried to hint at the fact that they needed money, the man peeled off forty dollars and gave it to them. Both of them were real happy to make the money.
That first girl was no longer with them. She had been let free almost fifteen years back and the turnover of runaways was incredible.
And though both of them thought a freed girl might go to the police, none of them ever had. It seemed like they were so grateful to finally be freed, that they'd just run away as fast as they possibly could.
Only once had a policeman come to their house, and luckily, at the time, they didn't have any young female guests staying there. Also, the cop was a small town man who knew the elderly couple. His parents had been good friends with Ma and Pa.
He was skeptical when he came to see them, telling them what some young girl had said. They let him go upstairs and search all the rooms, and when he came back down he seemed to be a little bit embarrassed about what he'd suspected.
He told them that he had thought the girl was crazy to begin with. After all, a kindly old couple like Ma and Pa could never do what the girl said they did.
So thus far, for the last twenty years, they'd supported themselves by keeping young runaways prisoner, and letting traveling salesmen use the girls, then pay for the girls, without even realizing they were paying for sexual services.
It was the kind of business that kept the old couple happy. They never had to worry about money. And they were sure they'd never be discovered.
Harry and Nick were in the same car, driving toward the farmhouse.
"I can't believe it," Harry said to black-haired Nick. "I swear, I'm glad we ran into each other and told each other what happened."
"What do you think is going on there?" Nick asked.
"I don't know. But from what we've told each other, we were both with different girls. Mine had red hair, and yours was a blonde."
"And now that I think about it, the girl I was with is too young to really be their daughter. I should have thought of it back then."
When they saw the farmhouse in the distance, they could see that there was a light on in the living room, downstairs. They turned their headlights off, and drove up to the house as slowly and quietly as possible.
"How should we approach them?" Nick asked Harry. "I mean, do we just barge in and tell them that we know what's going on."
"No. I think one of us should go in at a time. We'll act like we don't really know what's going on. But after I've been led upstairs, you come in."
"Then what?" Nick asked, and Harry shook his head.
"We'll have to play it by ear. But I do have an idea," Harry said.
When Nick went into the house, Harry stayed in the car for a while. He saw a light go on upstairs, and he knew that Nick had to be with one of the girls. He hoped that Nick had asked for the blonde, like they'd arranged.
Then he knocked on the door, and Pa answered. He seemed to be a little bit upset about this second man coming to the door, so soon after the first man had been there. Harry acted like he didn't know anyone else was in the house.
When Ma came downstairs, she was a little bit upset to see Harry there, too. But he told them that he'd had such a good time on his last visit, he wanted to come back.
He said that he wanted to be with a blonde girl. He said that he had a friend who had been there once before, and talked about a blonde daughter.
"She's sleeping," Ma said, because she knew that the black-haired salesman was upstairs with her. "How about Cindy again?"
"Fine," Pa said. "She should do just fine. You liked her last time."
"All right," Harry said, and he let himself be led upstairs.
As they were passing by the room where Nick was, Harry could hear a real loud moaning. He didn't even wait for the old lady to explain things. He just pushed the door open and saw his friend sliding his prick in and out of the blonde girl.
Her mouth was no longer taped, and when she saw the second man standing near the open door, with the old woman behind him, she started to scream.
"Help. Help. Oh, please, help me. They've been keeping me a prisoner here for so long. I don't even know how long. He doesn't believe me."
Harry ran down the hall, and he pushed open the next door. He could see the same redhead he'd seen before, lying there on her back, naked, bound and gagged.
When she saw him, she tried to scream at him through her gag.
Then he ran down the hall and pushed the next door open, and the door after that.
There were six different doors along that top floor hallway. One was a bathroom and the other was Ma and Pa's bedroom. However, in the other four rooms, there were four young, bound women, all gagged.
Nick had already pulled out of the blonde he was fucking, even though he had not come. As he left her in the room, still bound but no longer gagged, he met Harry in the hallway, and the two of them looked at each other, somewhat confused.
They had not been ready for four bound girls. Even two seemed to be hard enough to explain. They both noticed that Ma was not in the hallway, and Nick was just getting ready to search for her when Pa appeared at the top of the stairs.
He was holding a shotgun, and he had it aimed at the two salesmen.
"So you two came here together, didn't you?" he asked. "No use tryin' to lie to me. Went outside and saw that there was only one car. Thought to myself, if there's only one car, they had to come together."
"And he's been lookin' in every room," Ma said, standing behind Pa.
Pa aimed his gun, and told the two men to come downstairs. He didn't even give Nick a chance to put on his pants, and Nick felt kind of scared and cold as he followed the old couple downstairs. When they were sitting around the table, with Pa still holding the gun, Ma spoke up right away.
"All right, you two varmints, how much do you know?"
"Nothing," Nick said. "Nothing. I mean, well, we know you have these four girls here, but that's about all. Four daughters?"
Pa snickered, and Ma gave him an evil look. It was a dead giveaway for him to be making a sound like that.
"They ain't our daughters," Ma ended up saying. "You know that."
"Who are they then?" Nick asked. "We want to know who they are."
"Girls who stay with us," Ma said, and Harry nodded his head.
"Than that girl was right when she was whispering in my ear, telling me she was being held against her will. She was telling the truth."
"So was my girl," Harry said. "They were both telling the truth."
"Why are you holding them here?" Nick asked.
"Ma, it looks like we're done for," Pa said to the old lady. "Looks like we ain't gonna keep those girls here no more. Now that they know."
"Tell us why you keep them here," Nick said to the old woman.
Ma was already in tears, her shoulders heaving up and down. As she started to talk, the two salesmen could barely hear her.
But soon, she caught her breath, and she started all over again.
"See, we're old, and we're poor, and we've always been good to people. Then Pa here got old, and people don't seem to care about old people. We have put up a lot of young girls in our day. When we were younger, our house was always open for runaways.
"Then we realized we were gettin' nothin' out of it. We were bein' real nice to these girls, and we were startin' to run out of money. No one would help us. So we knew that we had to help ourselves.
"Salesmen, just like you, have always been stopping by. We knew that you always are kinda horny after a long trip on the road, and that you could use the young girls we kept here. You'd be happy to have them here."
"Yeah, I sure was," Nick said, thinking back to the hot blonde he had fucked, the one who was still bound upstairs on a bed. "It was the best thing I could have found here. I really did need it."
"Me, too," Harry said. "God, I had been working three weeks straight without having a woman. It was fun having the girl I had."
"See, that's the way all the men feel. And we don't make it like we're chargin' them money. I mean, we are, but we let them think they're just helpin' out with our bills. And they are really doin' that, too. The only income we got is from those girls up there. If we didn't have them, we'd all starve."
Ma was still crying, and it broke Nick's heart to see the old lady sobbing like that. After all, she reminded him so much of his Grandma.
Harry felt the same way about the old woman, only she reminded him a lot more of his own Ma, who had been kind of old when she had him, and was now about this woman's age. He reached out and stroked her white hair.
"Hey, Ma, there ain't no reason for you to cry," he said, as he smiled. "Nick and I didn't mean to shut down your business. We just had to know what was going on here. We met each other at a bar. We've known each other for years."
"That's right," Nick said. "And I was so happy about what had happened, that I started to tell Harry all about it."
"And then he told me about what happened to him," Harry said.
"We both just came here to see what's going on," Nick said. "And now that I know, I don't really care. As long as the girls are up there and we can still use 'em."
"Use them?" Pa asked, and he started to smile. "You mean you two would like to use more than one girl at a time?"
Nick hadn't even thought about that when he said it, but as soon as Pa did, he began to nod his head. The idea of making it with two bound beauties really did turn him on, and since there were four girls, and only himself and Harry, it seemed like it would be a terrific idea. The two salesmen started to smile.
"Yeah, we will use two girls each," Harry said. "I'll untie one and bring her into the redhead's room. She was hot last time I was with her."
"And I want the black-haired girl, and the blonde I was with last time," Nick said. "I think that I'm going to make them go down on each other. I think that I'm going to get off on watching them eat each other."
Ma cleared her throat a little bit, and both men looked at her.
She wiped a tear away from her eyes, as she said, "You mean you two men are not going to turn us in? You're not going to tell anyone."
"I didn't say we're not going to tell anyone," Nick said. "But we're certainly not going to turn you in. I'll tell a few of my salesman friends about this place, and about this kind old couple and their evil daughters."
Harry nodded, as he started to catch on to what Nick said.
"That's right," he added. "About how kind and gracious you are, and how you just can't do all the work around the farm yourself. How your daughters don't want to do anything to help you get your work done."
"And how those girls need some discipline," Nick added. "And how you two are kind enough to let us use the girls we want to use."
"We know a lot of people," Harry said. "If you had an occasional salesman dropping by, well, just wait and see what it's like after we tell our co-workers. You'll have men here almost every night, Ma and Pa."
"You sure will," Nick said. "It's the least we can do for you."
"Well, you boys are right nice to do this," Ma said. "And because you are bein' so kind, we're gonna let you have the girls for nothin' tonight."
"No, Ma, we couldn't think of it," Nick said, as he started to stand up. His cock was standing up at attention, again. "You and Pa need to make some money to live, and I can certainly afford to pay you for the night."
"Well then, you're gonna get yourself a discount," Ma said.
"If you want to do that, that's fine," Nick told them, and he started to walk toward the stairs to go back up. "Well now, I'll see you in the morning, Ma and Pa."
"And I'll have a nice breakfast waiting for you," Ma said, and she smiled when Harry walked up the stairs, too. "Nice, fine boys," she said to Pa.
* * *
PRIVATE PRACTICE
CHAPTER ONE
As Donna walked down the aisle, and looked at Sam, turning to come back to get her, she also glanced at the two young girls standing in front.
They both had dark hair, and the sneering look on their faces, made them seem even darker. She smiled, realizing that they might not be able to see under the veil that she had on. Even if they had seen her smile, she knew they wouldn't smile back.
They hated her. They hated her because she was marrying their father.
As far as she knew, it was probably the only reason why they hated her. After all, she was sure that he couldn't have told them about how he had met her. No man in his right mind would tell his daughters that their mother-to-be had once been a whore, and that he had met her when he'd gone to the house for a quickie.
"Come on, baby," he said to her, as he slid his hand to her elbow and squeezed her a little bit, then started to lead her toward the minister.
"Sam, are you sure?" she whispered. "I mean, I know I'm sure, but I don't really know if they're going to ever like me."
"I love you, and if they don't, fuck both of them."
He said that just as they were standing in front of the minister, low enough so that all the friends and relatives gathered couldn't hear, but loud enough so that the minister was able to read his lips and hear it.
And Donna hardly even listened to what the minister was saying.
She knew her cue. She knew that she only had to pay attention after she heard Sam say, "I do," because then the minister would turn to her and it would be time for her to say the same thing, and then they would be married.
While she stood there, her knees shaking a little bit, she was glad that Sam was as supportive as he was. She was also thrilled to be leaving her old business.
She had been a whore for so many years, that she knew no other way of life.
It had all started when her father tried to attack her one night at home, during a drunken rage of his. Donna had always been a strong young girl. She was into all kinds of athletics, and even had some muscles.
When he tried to attack her, she knew where to kick him. She brought her knee up and smashed him right between the legs. When he doubled over in pain, she kicked him in the face, and luckily, she was wearing a sturdy shoe.
After knocking him out, Donna had rummaged through his pockets, taken all the money she could find, packed a bag, throwing things in as fast as she could, and left.
She had never gone back home. That happened when she was fourteen.
When she was fifteen, she was already whoring. Luckily, she had run into a man who, even though he was a pimp, happened to like her a lot. First the two of them had some kind of relationship, and she learned all about sex.
The first time Leroy made love to her, she was a little bit scared. After all, he had a big black dick that looked like a policeman's club. She thought for sure that he was going to rip her apart with it.
But he had given her something called a lude, and it was the first time she had ever taken anything like that. As a result, it really did work.
She found that she was so relaxed when he started to kiss her hard on the lips, and when he ate her cunt, she could feel her juices flowing over and over again. She loved the way he looked, with his dark brown skin and kinky black hair close to her cunt, because her flesh was white down there, and her hair light blonde.
He moved his long red tongue into her, lapping away so eagerly, and when she started to come, she felt him sucking hard at her cream.
Her orgasm was even more intense, and he made her come a second time, and was on the verge of making her come a third time, when he started to lick his way up her body.
Then he slid his cock into her, and took her cherry. There was some blood, but there was no pain. The drug made her feel so relaxed that there was no pain at all, and she was glad that he turned out to be such a hot fuck.
As he had slid his cock in and out of her at a slow and steady rate, she had felt her clit tingling, and her cunt throbbed and spasmed around him.
Leroy had taught her how to get into almost anything. The two of them were lovers for at least a year before she went to work for him, and she did so only because she wanted to make some money for herself.
During their year together, Leroy taught her how to take a dick up the ass, and all the way down in her throat. He taught her to love a dick, and also, to act like she was in love with it, if a dick came her way that she did not like.
"For in this business, you're going to discover that you come across some men who are just not gonna turn you on. But you gotta make them think they are turnin' you on. You gotta make them think that their dick is the ultimate dick."
She liked the sound of that, and so she learned how to fake it.
Leroy had even taught her how to enjoy being tied up, something that she had never really thought she would enjoy. The idea of being completely bound and helpless scared her, because she knew that if she was totally helpless, the John could do whatever he wanted to do to her. He could inflict as much pain as he wanted to.
The first time she let Leroy tie her up, he really did hurt her. When he was biting into one of her stiff red nipples, and she began to groan because the pain was too intense for her, he kept right on biting.
He even started to grind his teeth a little bit, for he knew that if he was a paying John, he would keep on doing what he wanted to do.
He told her that if she felt pain, she should try to think about something that really turned her on. She should try to think about the hottest encounter she'd ever been involved in, and that would work for her.
It did. She thought about sucking Leroy's dick for the first time, forcing herself to go all the way down on that long black pecker. She thought about how she had choked on it, but how she hadn't minded choking on it.
She thought about how he had spurted his come into her throat. And even though he was slapping her and treating her rough, and her hands were powerless to stop him, she felt the way her cunt did begin to respond.
Her juices flowed, and when Leroy moved his mouth down to her cunt and started to suck on her come, she loved the way it felt.
For a few years after she started to work, Donna worked for her black pimp.
Then she decided that she wanted to work for herself. She talked to Leroy and let him know how she felt, because she didn't want him to be mad at her.
He had been expecting this to happen, so he wasn't mad at all. He even told her that he could set her up in her own house, and he did.
It was wonderful to be a Madame of a house, Donna discovered. As a Madame, she made quite a bundle. She also got to chose the men that she wanted. If a man came to the house and she liked him, and he liked her (and almost every man who came wanted her, not only because she was hot, but because it was common knowledge that the Madames knew much more than the whores, and were better fucks), she could chose that man.
That was how it had happened with Sam. The first time he came to the house, she could tell that he liked her. He was a handsome black-haired man with blue eyes, and that was always one of her favorite combinations.
She knew that he wanted her, but she wanted to see what he was like in action.
So when he asked if he could have her, she said no. She did, however, ask him what he wanted to do, and he wanted to tie up and girl and fuck her ass and her cunt.
Peg was the perfect girl for him that day. For one thing, she had blonde hair and looked quite a lot like Donna looked herself. She thought that she would give this man a look-a-like, since he wanted her and she wouldn't let him.
Peg was the perfect choice for another reason. Even then Donna had strong feelings for Sam, and could feel the way he had strong feelings for her. She knew that if he got hot for Peg, it made no difference, for Peg was one of those married whores who was just doing the whoring to make extra money.
She put Peg in the special room, that was equipped for viewing. From her office, she could look at a small screen and see what was going on in the room.
When Sam stripped, and she saw his black-haired chest and his thick pubic patch, she loved the way he looked.
She hoped that he was not one of those men with a hairy back, and when he turned around she was happy to see that he was not.
Peg was lying naked on the bed, on her back. At First, he started to kiss her and rub his cock near her cunt, without tying her up. But after a short while, he did tell her to get on her hands and knees. Then he took a thick leather strap and tied her hands together, pulling them up to the bedpost.
Once she was bound, he moved behind her. He began to eat her ass and her cunt, sliding his mouth up and down, moving his tongue from one to the other. Donna couldn't see his tongue all the time, but she knew he was a good licker.
He left traces of his saliva all over Peg's butt cheeks, and smashed his hand down on her ass cheeks at one point. Peg let out a loud, soothing moan.
Then Sam got up on his knees and moved his prick into her cunt. He started to slide his cock in and out of her like a fiend. Each time he rammed it in, Peg would let out a real loud moan, and Donna knew she was loving it.
When he pulled out of her cunt, he aimed his cock at her asshole, and rammed it in. He fucked her ass for a real long time.
Then he pulled out and moved back into her cunt. As Donna had watched, she'd thought that he looked like a real hot fuck. He looked like the kind of man who, if he had two dicks, would be fucking both of Peg's holes, and getting off with both dicks.
For when he was in her ass, he fingered her cunt, and when he was in her cunt, he fingered her ass. Donna knew that even a skilled whore like Peg couldn't fake the pleasure she was moaning from. The sweat from her body was dripping all over the place. The bed they were on was soon soaked, all from passion sweat.
When he started to come, Donna had wished she could see his face. She heard him moan and knew that he was on fire. She was sure that he closed his eyes as he was getting ready to come, and sure that he loved the feeling of the cunt around his prick.
For he had come in Peg's cunt, in the end, after fucking both of her holes.
When Donna met him after he showered, she told him that she hoped he would come back to see them again, and he smiled and nodded.
"I will come back, but only if you promise I can have you."
"All right," she said, because she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her.
He made an appointment for the next day. A few of the girls commented on the way Donna looked that next day. It was rare that she would ever dress so sexily for a typical John, and she seemed to know something ws different about this man.
She did want to please him a hell of a lot. When he arrived, she took him to the private room that only she was allowed to use.
Everything there was red and pink. The sheets on the bed were red satin, and the walls were red velvet. He didn't even bother to undress right away. He just started to kiss her really hard on the lips.
He spent so long kissing that Donna knew she could easily charge him extra, but she had no intentions of doing that. She wanted their first encounter to be nice and slow, and he seemed to realize that.
He opened her dress buttons slowly and carefully, and when he pulled off her dress and saw that underneath she was wearing only garters and stockings, he began to moan a little bit louder. He loved the way she looked, and she was glad.
He moved his mouth down to her cunt and began to eat her.
"Would you like to tie me up and treat me rough?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said to her. "How did you know I wanted to do that?"
"I remember what you wanted to do with Peg," she said. "And I thought that if you wanted to do that with her, you'd want to do it with me."
"Is it sick to want to do something like that?" he asked. .
"I don't think that anything in this world is sick," she laughed.
He had taken a thick rope and he'd pulled her hands up over her head. He had tied them much tighter than anyone had ever done it before, and when the rope cut into her flesh and she started to bleed, he didn't stop.
After she was bound, and she could not use her hands for anything, he started to eat her cunt. However, when he held her clit between his lips and ground his teeth around it, it really hurt like hell.
She didn't know if she would be able to put up with the pain. But she did.
If she had wanted to, Donna knew she could have screamed for help. There were huge towering men who worked for her, as bouncers, and they would have run into her room and saved her. Of course, they would have beat the shit out of him in order to save her, and she wouldn't have wanted something like that to happen.
When her clit began to throb and her juices began to flow, she moaned louder and louder. He began to finger her asshole as he ate her cunt, and then, when he moved his mouth to her asshole and started to eat her, there was no pain at all.
His tongue was quite skilled, and as he kept licking her ass and moved his fingers to her clit so he could wiggle it back and forth, her whole body surged with pleasure heat. She moaned louder than she had in a while.
He slid his cock near her asshole, and eventually he started to guide it right up her ass. Since she had taken on Leroy's dick so many times, and his dick was twice as thick as Sam's, it was easy for her to handle Sam.
She loved it when he started to kiss her as he was fucking her ass.
But at one point, he pulled his head away from her mouth so he could talk to her, and he asked her if she was just faking it.
"I've heard about the way whores tend to fake it," he said to her. "Are you faking it to make me come faster, or what?"
"No, I don't do things like that," she let him know. "I'm really into it."
"Good, I'm glad," he had said, and when he kissed her again, hard on the lips, his tongue moved deeper into her mouth that it had before.
Ever so slowly, he slid his cock out of her asshole, then moved it into her cunt and started to fuck her faster and harder. He did not break away from the kiss until after his cock started to throb inside of her cunt, and after he came.
He kissed her more intensely, and harder, as his cock throbbed so hard inside of her cunt, and he started to come in her. She felt him grinding his way into her, real deep, and knew that he was going to explode.
He untied her after he finished kissing her, and she decided tht she would do something she hadn't done for a John in a long time.
She sucked his cock to get him hard again, and then asked him how he wanted to take her that second time. He laughed when he asked her if it would cost him extra, and she insisted that it would not. So he just lay on his back and let her suck him off, letting her slide her skilled mouth up" and down his cock shaft.
She loved the way he responded to her mouth. When she flicked her tongue against the slit of his cock, he really seemed to go crazy.
When he started to come in her mouth, he moaned as loud as he had moaned during the two sessions he'd spent in her house. She loved the way his whole body seemed to squirm under the touch of her tongue.
Then he let her know that no woman had ever sucked him off to a successful orgasm.
"I mean, sucking," he insisted. "I've had my cock in a lot of mouths, but the women always seem to get too aggressive. I've felt teeth scraping me when that happens and it's really a turn-off. The only way I've usually been able to come in a mouth is when I start to fuck the lady's face. But your mouth is incredible."
"We aim to please," she let him know, and he smiled.
So he started to come back to see her, at least three or four times a week. She didn't mind seeing him at all, because she liked him a hell of a lot.
Then one day, he asked her out for dinner. It was the first time she was to ever meet him outside of her house, and she felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. She acted nervous and shy, though they'd made love to each other so many times before.
When they were eating, he told her more about himself than she had ever known. She had known that he was a widower, but didn't know that he had two children. Nor did she knew that his marriage hadn't been all that happy.
He had married the woman because he got her pregnant, and realized after a year that they were only staying together because of the girl. Then they had another girl.
His wife had been dead for a few years. By that time, the older girl was ten, and she was able to take care of her younger sister.
"But I need more than a sex partner," he said to Donna during that dinner. "I love having sex with you, but I want more from a relationship."
"Don't we all?" she had asked, and he started to smile.
"Do you really feel that way? Because if you do, then I have something that I want to ask you. I've been thinking about it since the day I met you."
What he wanted to ask her was if she would marry him. And he had even bought a ring with him. When she said yes and he slid it onto her finger, she loved it.
Of course, Donna had realized, marrying him would mean giving up her business, but there was always Nellie to take it over. Besides, Donna knew, she didn't have to give up her share in the business. She could still make a profit from it.
She'd just let Nellie run it, and split the profit, fifty-fifty.
And so it had all been arranged. Now, as she stood in front of the minister, she could feel the warmth from all of her friends sitting in the church. She turned her head for a second, and saw Nellie smiling, happily.
It was rare that a whore married a John, and Donna sensed that most of her friends wished they could be in her place.
"And now, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" she was asked.
And she didn't even need Sam to nudge her so she would give her answer. She turned and looked into his blue eyes, and smiled.
"I do, with all my heart," she said, and even though he was smiling, she could hear someone right next to her coughing.
She managed to turn in time to see Roni, her new step-daughter, and Roxanne, both coughing, as if they thought "with all my heart" was a crock of shit. And somehow, Donna knew right then and there, those two bitches needed some discipline.
CHAPTER TWO
The honeymoon was as good as it could possibly be. The two of them went down south to a beach resort, and when they came home, they were as tan as possible.
Donna loved making love to Sam when he had that white band around his waist, white because he'd kept his bathing suit on while they sunned. As he'd be fucking her, she could look over his tanned shoulders, down his tanned back.
And she could see his bobbing white ass, moving up and down, as he was sliding his stiff prick in and out of her cunt.
Everything was fine that first night, and even into the morning. She got up and made him breakfast, and the girls sat there eating, too. Then Sam had to get up to go to work, and she was left in the kitchen with the girls.
"You know," Roni said, "you're not our real mother, Donna."
"Of course I know that. I have no intentions of acting like your real mother."
"Good. Because just don't expect us to have any respect for you."
"That is something I do expect," she said. "You might not like me, but I do expect you to have a great deal of respect for me. Do you understand?"
"No," Roxanne said. "We don't like you very much, you know."
"I don't care if you like me or not," Donna said. "If you show me disrespect, I will have to reprimand you. I will have to slap you, and if you don't like it, it'll be tough shit. Do you two understand me?"
"If you slap me, I'll tell Daddy," Roni said. "And if he knows that you're hitting us, then he won't love you anymore."
And the two girls ran out of the kitchen to get ready for school. They didn't even bother to pick up their plates and take them to the sink. They seemed to think that it was her job to pick up after them.
She discovered, during the next few days, that it was exactly what the two of them thought. They'd leave their clothes all over the floor in their room, and even if they went to the bathroom and dried their hands on a towel, they didn't think twice about just letting the towel fall on the floor, instead of hanging it back up.
About a week after she had been living with them, Donna was in bed with her hot humpy husband. She had his cock pressed between their bodies, and loved the way the heat from his shaft was making contact with her cunt lips.
As she slid herself up and down against him, and he was lying on his back, she began to whisper to him, softly.
"Sam, I'm having trouble with the two girls. They don't respect me."
"Yes, they do," he said to her. "They always do when I'm around."
"That's just it, darling. They do it when you're around, so that you'll see them doing it. But the moment I'm alone with the two of them, they mistreat me."
"Darling, I think you should be able to handle this yourself. You're a big girl, and you've led a full life. You can discipline them."
"Can I?" she asked. "I mean, do you give me permission?"
"Of course," he said. "They're our girls now, and if they don't respect you, I expect you to slap them, the way that I would."
The next day, when Roni told Donna to go fuck herself, she slapped the girl hard across the face, as hard as she possibly could, in fact.
Donna was surprised when Roni slapped her right back. And because Roxanne was there, too, and both girls threatened to beat up the woman, if they, had to, Donna didn't try to hit either one of her step-daughters.
After all, she was quite sure that the two of them together, could easily overpower her, and she didn't think she'd like it at all.
Two months later, Sam had to go out of town for the week. Donna dreaded being alone in the house with her two new daughters.
The first night when she was in the house with them, all alone, she was up in her room trying to sleep. Roni had gone out on a date, and had stayed out past the curfew. Roxanne was in her bed, sleeping soundly.
When Donna heard the noise coming from downstairs, she woke up and slid into her robe. She walked down the stairs quietly.
As she did, she could hear the noise in he living room. She was petrified, thinking that there might be a burglar in the house. But when she looked, she could see Roni with her young brown-haired boyfriend.
Roni was on her knees in front of him. She was sliding her lips up and down his proud prick, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Donna could see that her step-daughter was using her tongue quite a bit. But when her boyfriend tried to force her head down, Roni pulled her mouth all the way back and shook her head no.
Then she started to flick her tongue against the cock slit again.
"Come on, Roni, I want to fuck you," her boyfriend said to her.
"No, I'm not ready for that yet," she said to him. "I'm still a virgin, and I don't think that I'm ready for that yet."
And so, her boyfriend had to content himself with her mouth. She slid her lips up and down his shaft, never moving them all the way down. She started to use her hand, wrapping her fingers around the base of the cock haft.
Then, when her boyfriend began to moan, and Roni even gagged a little bit, Donna knew that the young boy was starting to come.
Within ten minutes, Roni let him out the front door. When she turned, there was Donna, standing with her arms across her chest.
"Well, Roni, we are a little slut, aren't we? Just what would your father think about what you did to your boyfriend tonight?"
"He won't think anything about it, because I'll tell him you lied to him."
"Really? If I tell him what I saw, you'll deny it?"
"Yes," Roni said, and Donna started to smile rather slyly. She wanted to beat the shit out of the young girl, but she did not.
The next day, at breakfast, Roxanne told her step-mother that she was going to be spending the night at a friend's house.
As soon as the two girls went to school, Donna called Nellie on the phone. She told the new Madame exactly what she wanted.
When Roni got home from school that afternoon, she ran up the stairs, not even looking in her step-mother's room. She was starting to get undressed when she heard the groaning sound coming from within her parents' bedroom.
As she stepped out of her room and walked back down the hall, she looked into her step-mother's room, and started to smile. There was Donna, lying on her back, with her legs spread, and another man sliding his dick in and out of her.
"Oh, just wait until I tell Daddy about this," she screamed.
And suddenly, she felt a knife being pressed into her back. As the naked man lifted her chest off of Donna's body, Roni could see that the woman's hands were bound. They had been pulled behind her back, and were tied tightly.
The man who stood behind her pushed her into the room.
"Yeah, now we have a mother and daughter," he said. "Let's strip this bitch and tie her up, and really work her over."
Donna saw the way Roni's body started to tremble, but she remained calm, herself.
She watched as the two men started to rip at Roni's clothing, and though the girl seemed like she wanted to run, she was too scared to move. As soon as her clothes were pulled off, her hands were yanked behind her back.
One of the men took a thick leather strap and started to tie Roni's wrists together.
The other man pulled Donna off the bed. He pushed her on her knees in front of the young black-haired girl, and commanded her to start eating Roni.
"Roni, I don't want to do this, but they'll kill us if we don't."
Donna moved her mouth to the young girl's cunt lips. She rubbed her nose through Roni's thick black pubic patch, and inhaled deeply. She could smell the strong odor down there, and it turned her on. She had, after all, gotten into a few lesbian scenes during her many years in the business.
She drove her tongue between Roni's cunt lips and started to flick her clit back and forth as fast as she possibly could.
Roni did respond. Whether she wanted to or not, there was no way she could deny the pleasure that flowed through her cunt.
As Donna sucked on Roni's clit, Roni's cunt walls got wetter and wetter. They started to spasm real hard, and as Donna sucked more, the young girl's legs seemed to go weak.
She felt as if she was going to fall on her ass. But then, she felt something rubbing against her ass cheeks from behind. One of the two men had moved behind Roni and was rubbing his stiff, naked prick against her ass cheeks.
He slid his hands under her arms, and kept her standing that way.
"Oh, no, please," she moaned to the man. "I'm a virgin. Don't hurt me."
"Oh, a virgin," he said. "Well, that should be really hot. Mom, keep eating this young virgin daughter of yours, because I want her to feel as little pain as possible when I enter her. Then again, I don't really give a shit. She's going to get fucked whether she's in pain or not. Fucking hot bitch."
Roni's body began to tremble, and Donna pressed her mouth against the girl's cunt lips even harder. For one thing, she did not want Roni to see her smiling. For another, she did want to get the girl's juices flowing a little bit.
Roni's cunt was coming. It had been coming more before she knew she was going to be raped, however, and Donna could feel the difference after the girl was told that she was going to get fucked whether she wanted it or not.
When the second man moved behind Donna and grabbed her by the hair, her head was yanked away from Roni's dripping cunt.
,Then the man standing behind her lifted her up and carried her to Donna's bed. He threw Roni onto her back, spread her legs, and started to move his cock right into her cunt. She tried to close her legs to keep him from entering.
"Little girl, you're gonna get it, just like a fucking whore would," the man said.
He slammed his cock right into Roni's cunt. She opened her mouth to scream, but he put his hand right over her mouth and pressed down.
Donna could see that there was some blood. She wished that there was something she could do to keep Roni from feeling the pain, but knew there was nothing to be done. There was always pain the first time a girl was taken.
The second man pulled Donna to her feet, and then he pushed her toward the bed. She was commanded to sit on the young girl's face.
"I'm sorry, Roni," she said, as she was pushed down on Roni's mouth.
She could feel the way Roni gasped for breath. Then she felt Roni's tongue starting to move out from between her lips. Within a few seconds, Roni was licking Donna's cunt like a young obedient girl, and Donna did love it.
Roni started to suck harder and harder when Donna began to come, and Donna could feel the way her juices flowed out of her pussy.
While she was forced to sit on the young girl's face, the other man climbed up on the bed and moved his cock to Donna's mouth.
She looked at him and winked, and then she started to suck on him. She knew she could have brought him off with her mouth, because her mouth was quite skilled. But he knew that he was not to come in her mouth, and he pulled all the way back when he felt himself throbbing a little bit too hard.
The first man was still ramming his cock in and out of Roni's cunt, and Donna heard the way he started to let out a loud moan.
She heard Roni gasping and knew that this man was starting to come in the young girl's pussy, shooting a thick load of cream into her.
He held himself deep inside of her body until his cock went limp. As he pulled out, Donna was pulled up off of Roni's face.
She could see the way Roni had a pained look on her face, and she tried to smile at the young girl, to let her know it would be all right.
Roni managed to force a smile on her face, and Donna kissed her forehead.
"It's all right, Roni," she said. "I'm here with you. I am."
"Roll over," the second man was saying to Roni.
He rolled her over and pushed her knees up under her belly, to raise her ass up off the bed. Then he slid his cock into Roni's cunt from behind. He held both of her hips, digging his nails into her flesh.
He started to ram his cock in and out of her from behind, as hard as he could.
Roni groaned a little bit. Then the first man who had fucked her, slid his hand under her chin and pull her head up.
"Keep eating your mother," he said to her. "Keep eating your mother. I want to see you eating your mother's hot pussy."
And Roni did start to eat Donna's cunt, with a great deal of love and affection behind her tongue flicks. Donna could feel the way her clit was throbbing under Roni's touch, and she realized this girl could make a terrific whore.
It was the first time she had ever thought about it. When she had called Nellie and told her to send over two eager Johns who were into bondage, Nellie had asked why. Donna explained that she wanted to make Roni grateful to her. She said that if she could somehow help Roni through something like this, the girl would learn to love her.
As it was, she could see Roni looked up at her with somewhat grateful eyes.
The man fucking Roni from behind started to moan as loud as he could. That was when Donna knew that she should start to untie her own wrist bonds.
The. men had tied her wrists together with a bow, almost the way one would tie a shoelace closed. All she had to do was pull at her bond, and she could feel the way the bow was sliding open, and her hands were being freed.
When they were, she waited until the two men were both looking at Roni.
Then she slid her hand toward the night table drawer, and pulled out the small gun that she knew Sam kept hidden.
When she had it firmly in her hand, she started to smile at the men.
"All right, you bastards," she said to them. "That's it. I want you to drop your fucking knives and raise your, hands."
They did as she said. Then she commanded them to pick up their clothing and walk down the stairs in front of her, which they did.
She let them get dressed, and then they paid her, the way two Johns would pay a Madame after using her for their own purposes.
She waited a little while, and then she told the two men to leave.
They thanked her, and she thanked them. Then Donna walked back up the stairs to her bedroom, where Roni was still bound.
"What happened?" Roni asked, and Donna smiled at her.
"I called the police and they took the men away. I didn't say anything about what happened to you, because I don't want you to have to go to court to testify against them. I'll just say they raped me. I don't want you to have to live through what happened a second time. It would be too horrible."
She untied Roni's hands and as she did, she could hear the girl crying. When Roni's hands were free, she hugged Donna really hard.
"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch," she said to her step-mother. "I'm sorry that I've been such a bitch to you. You've been as good to me as you could possibly be. From now on, I'm going to be a good daughter."
"I'm glad," Donna said, as she hugged Roni back, and their breasts touched.
The next day, when Roxanne came home and saw the way Roni was treating Donna, she seemed to be quite confused. She could not understand why the sudden change had come over her sister, and Roni didn't tell her the real reason.
"I just grew to like her yesterday," was all that she said.
"Well, I don't care what you like. I really don't. Because I don't like her."
Donna was standing outside of the bedroom door, listening to the two girls, and when he heard the younger one talking, still like a real bitch, she knew that she was going to have to get Nellie on the phone again.
She spoke to Roni later that night, and found out Roni had to go on a class trip the next day after school. They would be out for hours, and Roni said she would not be home until it was time for dinner.
So Donna made a call that night. She told Nellie that she needed two more men like the two men who had been there the day before.
Nellie said that it would be easy to arrange. The next afternoon, when Roxanne came home from school, she could hear some groaning coming from upstairs.
She ran up the stairs to see what was going on. She could see her mother being ravaged by two men, and before she could turn and run for help, a third man was standing behind her, holding a knife to her throat, threatening to kill her if she opened her mouth and screamed.
CHAPTER THREE
And it worked. Within weeks, they were quite a loving family.
Sam was surprised at the change in his young daughters. He couldn't believe the way they were suddenly getting along so well with Donna. He asked her why they were so nice to her, and she said it just took a little tender loving care.
A few months after they were married, Sam's business partner ran off with all their money. He ran off to Europe, leaving no forwarding address, giving Sam a royal fucking over. When he came home from work that day and informed his wife that his business was gone, Donna didn't know what to say.
"I still make some money from my business. We can start a new one."
"No, not from that business," he said. "Besides, we can just about live on the money you make from your business. We couldn't afford to take that money and invest it. It just wouldn't work out right. We'd have no money to live on."
And though they did end up living on the money from her business, she knew that Sam was not happy living that way. She knew that he wanted to be the bread-winner, and as much as she reasoned with him and told him it was all right, he didn't believe her.
Of course, it had a drastic effect on their sex life. Sam couldn't even get it up at a certain point, and then there reached a point where he stopped trying.
Three weeks after his business went under, he disappeared. He had been out looking for work, and each day he'd come home without having found anything. One day he just didn't come home, and though she called up everywhere to try and find him, she couldn't.
Both girls had learned to love their step-mother more than ever during this crisis.
Of course, Donna did seem to realize that if the girls would ever tell each other what had happened to themselves, they'd both hate her.
One night, three days after Sam's disappearance, she heard a low noise coming from down in the living room. She woke up and snuck down the stairs, thinking that Sam might have come home. She checked the girls' bedroom before she went down, and noticed that Roni was sleeping soundly, but Roxanne was not.
As she walked down the stairs, she could see Roxanne in the living room. She could see the way the young black-haired girl was trying to fight her boyfriend off. He had his hard cock out of his pants and obviously wanted her to do something with it.
Finally, she slapped his face, and he seemed to be resigned to the fact that he was not going to get anything from her. He slowly zipped up his pants, and left the house, slamming the front door behind him.
Roxanne was crying hysterically when Donna went over to comfort her.
Roxanne had had it worse than Roni, Donna knew, for Nellie had sent three men over, instead of just two. Of course, Donna learned later, Nellie hadn't realized that the woman was going to be disciplining a second daughter. She had just assumed that the first bout with the two men hadn't worked.
Roxanne had had all three of her fuck holes worked over, and Donna had tried to stop one man when he started to enter the girl's ass. But her hands had been bound too tightly, and she couldn't pull free the way she had the night before.
Nor could she tell the men the game was over, because she did not want to let Roxanne know that she had set this whole thing up. So she had seen the way her daughter was forced to submit, orally, vaginally, and anally, to the three men.
When she saw the way Roxanne was crying uncontrollably, after fighting off her boyfriend, she went over and began to massage her shoulders.
"It's going to be all right, honey," she said to the girl. "I swear it will."
"I don't know what's wrong, Donna," Roxanne said. "Each time a boy tries to make love to me, tenderly, I just freak out. I can't stand it."
"Really?" Donna asked. "Have you fantasized about sex since the rape?"
"Uh huh," Roxanne said, and Donna could sense that the girl was a little bit timid about talking about her fantasies, but she encouraged Roxanne to do so.
" Her fantasy involved being overpowered by a huge man, who would tie her hands behind her back and make her submit. The boys who were trying to be tender with her were not turning her on at all. She had even hoped that her boyfriend would get upset at the way she came on to him, then refused to let him do anything, but he didn't.
She had been hoping, after slapping him, that he would slap her back.
Instead, he had taken it as a sign of defeat, and he had pulled his fly up and left the house, instead of trying to overpower her completely.
As Donna listened to this, she realized what she had done.
Both girls had been virgins, and she knew how much a first experience could influence your sex life for the rest of your life. She thought about how nice her pimp had been to her and how he had taught her to love all forms of sex.
She thought about what had made her run away from home, about how her father had tried to take her. And she wondered if she would be as sexually free now, this day, if her father had raped her and she'd lost her cherry in a brutal manner.
The next morning, when she had Roni alone, she asked her if she'd had sex since her rape.
And Roni had not, because she couldn't get into it. When. Donna asked her about her fantasies, Roni started to smile. She wanted it to happen again.
So Donna started to get an idea. There was no reason why she couldn't set up a private practice in her own home.
That night, she sat down with her two girls, and laid it on the line.
She told them that she had a lot of friends who liked submissive women. She knew a lot of men who would pay for a submissive woman. Pay to tie her up and slap her around and then make love to her while she was bound.
Both girls seemed to be shocked to hear their step-mother talking this way.
"I'm only saying it because we need the money. Your father is out of work and we need the money. I know he wouldn't mind it. You and I could all work and if we made money, we'd make him happy again."
They hadn't heard from him in over and week. And since it seemed like he was not coming back right away, Donna made her arrangements.
Within a week, they had a working family practice. Donna was, once again, almost like a Madame, only she kept watch on the Johns.
She would walk up and down the halls as the two girls were bound in two different rooms, and she would make sure that the Johns were not abusing them too much.
She especially loved to watch Roxanne, because Roxanne had herself a smashing body. She had large breasts and a thick black pubic patch, and when her body began to respond to the abuse, her skin would start to drip with sweat, and she would see the way Roxanne's brownish skin would glisten like crazy.
Roxanne's tits heaved up and down a lot when she was getting fucked.
One day, a handsome rich man came, and he wanted to tie up both girls and use them both. He tied their hands in front of their bodies, and then he wanted them to get on the floor and eat each other's cunt.
Donna stood by the door as the two girls were licking each other, and she loved how nice they looked together. Both had dark hair and dark skin, and both had bright red tongues. When they rammed their tongues into each other's cunt, it looked fantastic.
Donna felt the way her knees began to shake as her cunt got wet while she watched.
Then the rich black-haired man moved his cock into Roni's cunt, and as he was sliding it in and out of her, Roxanne was licking some of the come off his shaft with her tongue. Then he pulled out of Roni's cunt and moved his cock to Roxanne's.
He fucked her as hard as he could, and she really seemed to love it.
Just as it seemed like he was about to come, Donna heard the front door opening downstairs. She knew that it had to be Sam.
She closed the girls' bedroom door, and ran down the stairs.
Sure enough, there was Sam. He looked more ragged and worn than he had looked in the longest time, but she still kissed him as hard as she could.
"I'm a failure," he said to her, and she shook her head.
"No, Sam, I'm not going to let you talk like that."
"But I never should have run off. I had to think, and all I've been able to think about is what a failure I am. I'm sorry I let you down."
"You didn't, Sam," she said to him, as she slid her hand to his crotch and began to stroke him gently through his pants.
She could feel the way his cock was starting to get hard.
She wanted to go down on him, because she had missed him so much, and wanted to make him feel at home. But she knew she had to tell him.
"Sam, you're not going to get mad at me, are you?" she asked, as she kept squeezing the bulge she could feel in his pants.
"About what? You've kept my family together, Donna. Why should I be mad?"
"Because I've put our daughters into business, Sam. They're both working."
"What kind of work?" he asked, and she could tell that Ins tone was suddenly a little bit more serious. His cock was still hard, though.
"What kind of work do you think? What's the only kind of work I know?"
And then, they heard the man groaning upstairs. As his groans seemed to reach their peak, Sam could hear his two daughters moaning, too.
He looked down at Donna, and he began to smile. He nodded Ms head, and she knew that he didn't care much about the business. As long as Lhey were making enough money, it was really all right with him.
A few minutes later, the man came downstairs, and he paid Donna a hundred and fifty dollars. Then he left, and Sam was startled.
"How long was he up there?" he asked his wife, and she laughed.
"Only an hour. I guess he liked what was going on."
The two of them walked up the stairs, and when Sam pushed the bedroom door open, he could see that his daughters were still eating each other. The man had not untied their hands, and even though their hands were bound in front of their bodies, neither one had made any attempt to free herself.
Roni looked up and saw her father, then screamed out.
"Daddy. Daddy. It's so good to have you back here. It's so good to see you back here. Oh, Daddy, I hope you're not mad at me or Roxanne."
He was rubbing his crotch as he walked toward them, and he shook his head no.
"No, why should I be mad at you? As long as you two are willing to be as good to your Daddy as you are to your customers, I won't be mad."
They both got up on their knees in front of him, and as he started to pull his zipper down, he reached into his pants, and pulled out Ins cock.
Donna moved closer so that she could stand to-one side of him. She slid her hand to the base of his prick, and held it. Then she looked a the two girls.
"All right, who wants to please Daddy first?" she asked.
"I do," Roni said, but Roxanne was trying to push her out of the way.
It made Sam feel great to see how much his two daughters wanted to please him, and he was glad when Donna made the decision.
They would both take turns sucking him. First Roni opened her mouth and slid her lips down ins cock shaft, and as she was sucking on it, Roxanne was moving her mouth to his balls and licking them. She seemed to love it.
Then Donna began to pull Roni's head away from his cock shaft, and she told Roxanne to move her mouth to the shaft and lick it.
"You see, darling," Donna whispered into Sam's ears. "You certainly can't think of yourself as a failure, when you have two daughters like this."
"Or a wife like you," he told her, and he kissed her hard on the lips.
Later, when he was ready to come, he had to jerk his cock off so that each girl could taste a little bit of his cream. That way, there wouldn't be a fight as to who got to suck the come down her throat.
