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     I got the girls to hose down Linda quickly. Lacking better clothes for
her, I had her put back on her waitressing outfit, sans the bra that had
parachuted over the balcony, her panties, and the panty hose. Her hair had a
lot of natural body, so it was easy to fix up. Charlene expertly did her
make-up.
     I had Charlene wear nothing besides her heels, make-up and earrings. I
pulled an Aquascutum trenchcoat out of her closet and she wrapped it around her
sensuous curves.
     We exited the apartment and headed towards the elevators. Charlene walked
directly behind me, following her lord and master like an obedient dog. I was
happy to notice that Melissa and Linda had hit it off. They had their arms
around each other's waists, stroking each other's small ass. They kissed and
petted while they laughed down the hallway.
     Amanda was pouting. I laughed to myself, letting her think that she would
be able to keep that up for long. Even without my 'help', she wouldn't last
long. From behind, she looked sexy as hell in the tight black velour cocktail
dress. I snuck up behind her and ran my hand across her full ass.
     "Wha?" she snapped. "Oh, so now you want it?" she said angrily, swatting
my groping hand away. "Don't you- stop- I mean-" She kept swatting at my
darting hand like it was a fly. We kept this up until we reached the elevator.
I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind while we waited for the car to
come. She was trying to play stone with me. I slowly rotated my hips and
stroked at her belly, smooshing the velvet around.
     "Bastard," she whispered as I nuzzled her neck. "Just use people... or
not..." I thought I felt her ass move, but I knew I had her when she tipped her
head to side in supplication. I kissed and nibbled at the proffered flesh. The
door slid open, and the five of us entered. The car slid down to the lobby
while Amanda and I necked.
     "Go Mom," Melissa laughed, as she lifted the front of Linda's skirt and
ran her hand in the redhead's bush. Charlene was quiet and passive, watching
us. Amanda was becoming wanton again. She reached down and took hold of my
hardening cock. It was getting sore from constant use. It had been a busy
evening so far. The doors slid open, and I broke our embrace.
     Amanda said "Whuzza?" when my lips left hers. "Oh..." she said dreamily,
straightening her dress and hair as we crossed the lobby. I opened the door for
the ladies and Hal said, "Evening, Ms. Mason." He saw only Charlene and Linda.
     For her part, the enthralled amazon ignored the security guard. She strode
to the outer door, her assets jiggling nicely inside the trenchcoat. We all
passed out into the night air. I unlocked the car doors and gave the keys to
Charlene.
     "Charlene, you drive. Melissa you sit next to her, and Linda on the right.
Amanda and I'll take the back seat. We're headed to a shoppe first." I gave
Charlene the address and we climbed in. Once inside, I said to Charlene, "When
we're not out in public, you're not allowed to wear clothes. Take off the
overcoat and pass it back here."
     "Yes, master," she said obediently, working the garment off.
     "Melissa, you and Linda can play with each other. Charlene, you keep both
hands on the wheel and drive safely," I said, using the voice. I heard the
girls murmur in satisfaction as they played with each other.
     I looked over in the darkness at Amanda. She was sitting there,
anticipating her first fuck in over a year, and probably the first one she had
ever enjoyed. Her eyes glinted like a panther's. "Use me," she said in a voice
choke with passion, "use me like your private whore."
     "Suck my cock," I said flatly. Charlene started the big car up, and
smoothly slid it out of the parking lot and onto the street. "Turn on some
music, not too loud," I said to the front seat. The radio flipped on, and this
being a luxury car, speakers built all around the interior filtered that same
jazz station through.
     Amanda leaned forward and undid my belt and button. She matter-of-factly
lowered the zipper. I raised my hips and she tugged my pants and briefs down
around my ankles. My cock sprang free. It felt good to have the cool air touch
it. Without so much as a pause, Amanda gasped and swallowed me near whole. Her
gentle hand tickled my fat balls, bringing the blood rushing to my cock, making
it fully hard. She slowly blew me for a few minutes, savouring the meat in her
mouth.
     In the glow of the dash lights, I saw Melissa and Linda necking fiercely.
Charlene darted a look over every now and then, watching the young girls with
lust in her eyes, and most likely a very wet pussy that had been denied orgasm
all night long.
     My lips curled in an evil smile as I watched the former rich housewife
suck my cock like a two bit whore. Her strong hand pumped my shaft while her
full lips sucked me like a tight cunt. I grabbed her by her upper arms and she
let my tool fall from her wet lips. She gasped and clawed at me as I drew her
up. She spread her legs willingly, making the tight dress slide up her full
hips and over her firm ass.
     "Oh baby, oh baby," she said, panting.
     With a growl I positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot cunt by feel,
and before I could thrust upwards, she had dropped on me with all her weight,
slicing my cock all the way inside her, and her pussy farted with the effort.
Her full lips were wet and cool on my balls.
     She wrapped her hands behind my neck and let her head fall back. A throaty
laugh came out of her as she wriggled her ass on my lap. "Ohhhh, yeeeaaaahhhh,"
she mewed, "that's what I needed, baby, that's what Amanda needed." I ran my
hands over the swell of her belly and over her breasts. They felt exquisite
through the soft velvet. She leaned her back against the front seat, and in the
dim light, I saw my cock slide in and out of her wetness. She wasn't rushing
things. Languorously, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the fat cock that
touched her most inner spaces. The city lights arced and flashed in the cabin,
highlighting our coupling in strobe light. The girls in the front seat had
their clothes in disarray. I was sure they had hands all over each other, as
they were making the sweetest noises.
     Amanda leaned over me, pressing her body against mine. I tipped forward so
that she could wrap her legs around my hips. We kissed hotly, like two teenagers
at the drive-in. Suddenly, the blonde lady stiffened, and I knew she had had a
small orgasm. Her body kept giving her those little rushes. Each time they got
a little bigger, and I knew she was building up to something wonderful. It was
intoxicating to be with this woman. She was at the beginning of her sexual
liberation, and it had taken almost 40 years of her life for it to happen to
her.
     I paced myself as we shifted and twisted on the luxurious soft black
leather seat. For all her animal heat, she needed a good, long slow fuck. She
was not only making up for lost time, she was making up for lost feeling. Her
moans and cries were soft and gentle, whispered for only my ears. Her sweet
nothings carried romance and fantasy and passion. I returned them readily, and
without regret. At moments, she controlled our pace, and then I did. We felt
the rhythm of each other's bodies, and we danced like we had being doing it for
years.
     The world faded around us, and there we were, wrapped up in the other. In
this space, we climbed to our reward, and in a rush of light, we climaxed. A
pulsing roar filled our ears, and the breath was drawn from us.

     Like coming out of a tunnel, sight and sound returned to me. We lay there
in a sweaty embrace, feeling our breath on our skins.
     Melissa and Linda peered over the big bench of the front seat, their eyes
wide. "Holy shit!" Melissa squeaked out.
     "What?" I said, screwing my eyes up at them.
     "You sounded like, well, we didn't know what. It didn't sound human,"
Linda explained.
     "Fucking right!" Melissa laughed.
     Amanda said groggily, "Watch your mouth, missy," before her head flopped
on my chest again. We lay there for a while, wallowing in the afterglow.
     We had been driving for about half an hour, and it wouldn't be long before
we arrived at our first of two destinations. Unfortunately, as fate would have
it, a siren went off behind us, and lights flashed in the rear window. I sat up
with some effort and saw a police cruiser.
     "Please pull over!" came the sound of a cop's voice over his loudspeaker.
Charlene was ignoring the cop.
     "Shit, Charlene, pull over like the cop asked you!" That's one of the
reasons why I don't like turning people into complete automatons. I had made
the mistake of not leaving Charlene enough free will to comply with outside
instructions.
     She slid the car onto the side of the street smoothly. The girls tried to
cover themselves up quickly.
     "Oh, bloody hell, ladies. Don't worry about it. Have you forgotten who
you're with?" What a fucking nuisance. "Charlene, turn off the car and unroll
your window. You can turn on the cabin lights to full, and put your hands on
the top of the wheel. Last thing we need is to get shot by a nervous cop."
     Amanda sat up and gave me a beautiful smile. The lights came on and we
squinted at the bright light. "Jesus," I said, cursing the light.
     We heard the cop's footsteps. I pretty much knew when he was getting
close, because I heard a 'holy shit' come from him. He approached the car with
one hand on his gun in its holster. In the other he had a flashlight, but he
clipped that back to his belt when he saw that the cabin was so well lit. I
looked around. We had pulled over on a sidestreet.
     The officer stepped up to Charlene's door. She looked up at him. By the
expression on his face, he couldn't believe his eyes. He was a good looking
young black man, and he had obviously done well for himself, as he had the
three stripes of a sergeant on his sleeve.
     "Ah, good evening, ma'am," he said, trying to keep his cool, "I, ah, well,
do you know why I pulled you over? Ah, may I ask why you and your friends have
no clothes on?" Melissa and Linda had their arms around each other, while
Charlene sat up straight, her magnificent assets in full view, along with her
stunning face. Amanda and I waved from the vast expanse of the back seat.
     "Answer the officer, Charlene."
     "Yes, sir," she said to me, and turned to face the cop. "I have no clothes
on because Mr. King doesn't want me to wear clothes while I'm with him," she
said matter-of-factly. "Why did you pull us over, officer?"
     "Well, ma'am. You were doing 10 miles per hour over the speed limit.
Normally, I'd give you a ticket or a warning, but I don't know what to think of
this." He took a closer look at Melissa, and realised that she was quite young.
     He got the serious edge he needed. "I think I need to see some ID for the
young lady."
     "You don't need to see her ID," I said.
     "I don't need to see her ID," he replied.
     "These aren't the droids you're looking for."
     "These aren't the droids I'm looking for," he said with a bizarre
expression on his face.
     The whole car bust out laughing, except for Charlene.
     I felt sorry for the cop. "Officer, I'm sorry for my employee's driving
too fast. It won't happen again. I'd like her to make it up to you. You seem
like a reasonable man. I think you'd accept her apology," I said smoothly.
     "Cops are humans too, sir. We all make mistakes," he said reasonably.
     "Why don't you stand up straight officer, and stand against the door
there?"
     "Alright," he said casually. His crotch was framed in the window. I rolled
down the window next to me and poked my head out it. He stood there, waiting.
     "Charlene, honey," I said, the other girls knowing what was going to
happen.
     "Go on, Jack," Melissa said.
     "Yes, Jack, I want to see what it looks like," Linda said, looking at his
pants.
     "Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm," Amanda laughed in her throat.
     "Charlene, undo the officer's zipper and pull out his penis." To the
officer I said, "Just relax. This will feel good."
     Charlene slipped the zipper down and reached into the fly. She carefully
fished his tool through the opening in his boxer shorts, and was rewarded with
a large, black cock. It was bigger than mine by a third, but really, who keeps
score?
     "Wow," Linda said with wide eyes. Her hands gripped Melissa's perky
breasts as she lusted after the naked meat in front of her. Melissa bit her
lower lip, she being turned on as well by the sight. Women keep score.
     Sitting right behind Charlene, I said, "You can start by stroking him up
and down slowly. Make him hard, you slut."
     "Yes, sir," she said in that dazed voice. She jacked the cock that hung in
front of her with care and attention.
     "No, no, that won't do," I said. "Charlene, I want you to begin to rise
out of your suggestive state. You've been doing a very good job. You're still
going to do whatever I say, I'm still your boss and master, but I want you to
know what's happening to you. Your own thoughts are going to slowly return, but
you are going to be helpless to stop yourself from doing what I say. You know
what I tell you to do will bring you pleasure. Do you understand, Charlene?"
     "Y-yes, master. I- I... what's happening to me? What am I doing?" she
said, confused at her actions. She continued to pump the fat black cock in
front of her face. The officer was getting hard, his cock getting larger by the
moment.
     "You basss- basssstarr-- mmassster," she hissed out, trying to fight my
control.
     "Oh, very good, Charlene. That cock feels good in your hand. It turns you
on because I'm making you do this. You like us watching you. You're an
exhibitionist. You like to perform for us, don't you?"
     "I- I don't want t-to," she said stuttering, on the verge of tears. The
officer groaned as his erection solidified, and he moved his hips, causing his
cock to brush against Charlene's pretty face. Against her will, her lips sought
out his flesh. She tried to fight the impulse, hesitating to make contact, and
then pulling back.
     The leaned over the seat and ran my hands down her shoulders and over her
breasts. My rough fingers scraped across her nipples before I took her large
globes in my hands. She moaned and rubbed her hair against my head. The cock
continued to slide over her lips. Her tongue still hesitated to peek out.
     "Don't y-you make me," she whimpered, the tears running down her cheeks.
     "Charlene," I said softly in her ear, after pulling back her thick brown
hair. "You used men, so now we're going to use you. Don't worry, we won't hurt
you, but you're going to do anything I want you to. You have no choice. I am
your master. Say it."
     "N-nn-n - Y-you're my m-master," she gasped out, helpless. She began to
sob.
     I kissed her neck.
     "It feels good to have my hands on you. It feels good to hold his cock,
doesn't it?"
     Her mouth opened in a wail. "Y-yes, yes, damn you, it feels good! Oh god!
It feels good, you basstarr-- master! I'm y-your sssllaaave!" And with that she
took the cock in her mouth and sucked it eagerly, her lips spread thin around
his considerable girth. She pressed my hands into her breasts with one of hers.
The tears still streamed down her cheeks, and her moans of pleasure sounded
tortured. She took more and more of him in her mouth as she bobbed her head
back and forth. The cop was gasping at the incredible blowjob our amazon beauty
was giving him. His large hands slid in the window and his fingers mingled with
her thick, wavy brown hair. She responded to his touch by taking his fat balls
in her hand and stroking their fat fuzziness.
     I kept massaging her breasts, which were swollen with lust, and her skin
was the colour of a ripe peach. Amanda reached between my legs and took hold of
my hanging cock. Ouch, it was sore, but her soft hand felt good as she stroked
my phallus. The pleasure soon overcame the pain. She pressed her face against
my ass and wormed her tongue between my cheeks, finding my asshole with the
tip. I squeezed Charlene's breasts in response, bringing a groan from the
woman's full mouth.
     I looked over at Melissa and Linda, who were wrapped up in each other.
They were both frigging each other furiously while their mouths frenched
passionately. They made sure to keep an eye on Charlene's oral show.
     Amanda's tongue felt deliciously evil on my asshole. Rimming can feel
awful, like some dog licking your ass, but she played at it, stimulating me,
and then playing elsewhere. Her hands massaged my balls and stroked my
hardening cock. "Stick a finger up my ass, baby, find my prostate."
     "I've never done that, Jack," she said, "tell me how," and she kissed my
ass.
     "Wet your finger, and slide it in slowly. I'll tell you when you've found
it," and to Charlene, "get on your hands and knees with your ass facing Linda
and Melissa." She groaned in protest, but kept sucking the cop's cock, and
shifted on the leather seat. I sat back a bit. I felt Amanda's finger touch my
ass, and I kept myself relaxed as she pushed it past my sphincter. Hesitantly,
she pushed in.
     "Just a bit more, Amanda, that's it, slide it back and forth to open me
up. There, right there, feel it? It's that little lump you feel. Oh yeah," I
groaned as she sent a shiver down the length of my cock and back up my spine. I
had to be in the right mood for this. It wasn't something that I enjoyed often.
     "Mmm, baby, you're teaching me all sorts of nasty tricks," Amanda said,
smiling evilly.
     "Heh, heh, you can only do the missionary position for so long," I
laughed. She stroked my fat cock like an expert.
     "Linda, see Charlene's cunt right there in front of you?" I asked. She
nodded. "You have such small hands, very delicate. You see how wet she is? You
see her cunt dripping? I'll bet if you worked her up even more, you could get
your fingers inside of her, maybe even your whole hand. Why don't you try?"
     "Yes Jack," the tiny waitress said, "I'd love to." She leaned forward and
slid her hands over Charlene's bare cunt. The amazon moaned, her head held firm
against the cop's crotch by his strong hands, but she rotated her ass to let
Linda know that her probing hands were welcome.
     Melissa looked back at her our back seat play and decided to join us. She
slid over the bench and plopped down next to her mother. "Hey, Mom," she said,
totally unlike a daughter should.
     "Hi," Amanda said in a sexy whisper. They leaned into each other and
kissed, Melissa's hands squeezing her mother's full breasts, while Amanda's
hands kept working on me. Melissa dropped a hand into her mother's exposed
crotch and found a sticky mess of her juices and my own. The girl chuckled and
slid a digit between the silky folds, finding a fat, exposed clit.
     I watched Linda work a finger between Charlene's cunt lips, finding that
lady's own engorged clit. Linda had a rapt expression on her face. She had been
lonely earlier this evening. I was happy that I had been able to change that. A
second and third finger were easily added, as well as the pinky. Charlene's ass
thrashed as the digits filled her fuller. Her cocksucking became more animated,
her loud sucking sounding very lewd. Her face was wet with saliva. Linda tucked
her thumb in and eased her hand in further and further, stretching Charlene
wide. The amazon went stiff as the knuckles disappeared inside her with almost
a pop, and then her quim sucked in the rest of Linda's hand to the wrist.
     Charlene let the cock out of her mouth momentarily, but did not stop
licking it or pumping the massive tool. "G-god, m-master! I- Iive never felt
soooo full. OOooo!" She grunted and pushed back on Linda's arm. It was slick
from Charlene's copious juices.
     "Linda, try her asshole now," I said in a low voice.
     "N-nooo..." Charlene wailed, but her body betrayed her, and with a gasp
she sword swallowed the black cock again. The cop was approaching orgasm,
thanks to Charlene's willing mouth.
     I leaned forward and found Linda's mouth with mine. She kissed me hard,
opening her mouth in a hungry gesture. She broke the kiss to find Charlene's
ass with her other hand, while continuing to fist fuck the larger woman with
her punching arm.
     Below, I felt Melissa's hair on my thighs before her mouth wrapped around
the head of my hyperstimulated cock. Amanda's massaging my prostate had my tool
constantly drooling. The teen girl eagerly sucked the juice down her throat,
taking half my cock with her.
     Charlene grunted like a pig as Linda inserted one finger after another
into her tight asshole. Linda was on a mission and she barely hesitated after
making a spear of her hand and slid it home to the wrist in Charlene's
distended rectum. Both of the tall woman's holes were stretched thin, but if
Charlene minded the unnatural intrusions, you couldn't tell by her body's
responses.
     I leaned over to Charlene. "You see? I told you you'd have fun. You've
been a good girl. Linda will bring you off. I'm letting you cum. You have my
permission. You feel proud because you've been a good employee. Well done, Ms.
Mason. You're my best whore. Now bring off your trick so that we can get the
hell out of here."
     She nodded with the cock buried in her mouth. Behind her, Linda was
sliding both hands in and out of her wet orifices. Charlene's ass pushed back
at the intruders. Watching them perform was turning me on, as were the
mother-daughter team of Amanda and Melissa. My cock leaked heavily and Melissa
knew I was about to cum. She used her hand to pump me, and Amanda sped up her
manipulation of my prostate. Melissa nodded and moaned that she wanted me to
cum. My body tensed and I had an intense orgasm, shooting my load into the
young girl's waiting mouth. She sucked and bobbed while swallowing my juice.
     Just then, the cop called to God, and stood stock still. Charlene squealed
around the thick black meat in her mouth as his first shot erupted into her
mouth. It must have been a big one, because she gagged. She backed off
immediately, coughing. Cum dripped from her mouth, but she still pumped his
orgasming cock. Spurt after spurt of thick, white cum flew onto her beautiful
face, drenching her. As she got control of her breathing again, she opened her
mouth and took the last of his spunk on her tongue. She wiped the sperm off her
face with her hand and licked it off, trying to taste as much of him as she
could. Linda's hands sped up, and Charlene claimed her reward. Frustrated no
more, she screamed as her ass and cunt spasmed with unnatural orgasm. She
humped the hands buried inside of her as she smeared her face in the black
man's crotch, licking him clean like a pig at the trough.
     The cop staggered and fell against the car. My cock deflated rapidly,
sorer than ever. Melissa and Amanda fell into each other's arms, and Linda
slowly continued to pump Charlene's abused holes, bringing down the beauty
slowly. Linda's own cunt was dripping profusely. I think she had had an orgasm,
but I couldn't be sure.
     "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch..." the cop moaned spacily.
     I wobbly sat up and stuck my head out the window. "Been a while since you
had any, officer?"
     "No shit," he said, "broke up with my girlfriend two months ago. Been too
busy to find another. Was just about at the point that I was going to find a
one night stand or a hooker."
     "Well, Charlene here is a whore. Pretty good, too. Look, you better put
yourself away. Lucky it's pretty quiet here, or I wouldn't have let her service
you. Wouldn't want people to see our city's finest in a compromising situation,
y'unnerstand."
     "I appreciate that," he said, shaking his vision clear and putting away
his cock.
     "How much do I owe you?" he said to me.
     "Oh well, officer, you were nice enough not to give us a ticket. I think
we can say that Charlene was on the house this evening. Would that be alright
with you, Charlene?"
     "Yes, Mr. King," she said obediently, her head resting on the car door,
while Linda withdrew her hands from her upturned ass.
     "That's mighty nice of you, Mr. King," the cop said. I passed him my card,
and told him that he could arrange for Charlene whenever he felt like it, and
that he'd get a special rate for his understanding. He smiled, told us to take
it easy on the roads, and headed back to his cruiser.
     I pulled up my pants and told the girls to dress themselves again. I got
Charlene to slide over and she hugged little Linda to her bosom. She was her
love toy. Linda's small hands were still slick with Charlene's juices. I
stepped out the back door and took the driver's seat. Melissa and Amanda sat in
the back seat, their arms around each other affectionately.
     The car reeked of sex. Charlene moved close to me, placing her hand on my
thigh, and kissing me softly on the cheek. "You're a bastard and I hate you for
raping me like this," she said. "You're also turning me on like I've never been
turned on before." I turned my head and kissed her. She responded by opening
her mouth as if I was an intimate. Her lips were like silk on mine. Linda
sucked in next to her. It was all very cozy.
     I started up the Cadillac and slid it away from the curb.

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