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Subject: The Taste Part One (M/F, nc, Rape Humil.)
Date: 4 Jun 1996 01:41:30 -0400
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The Taste
Part One

MF. Mind control, nc, violence, rape

Sarah walks into the office wearing a white blouse and a mid-thigh skirt 
as ordered. I could just see the tips of her breasts move freely beneath
the fabric. Her nipples are hard. Good. The conditioning is working
perfectly.
   I sit behind my desk playing absently with the new toy my friends in
Germany sent me. I quickly hide it in the crook of the chair. I would hate
to spoil Sarah's surprise.
   Sarah is an attractive blond in an ordinary way. She has even features
with a slightly bulbous nose and her eyes are a little too widely spaced
to be called pretty, but her mouth is sweet. Red luscious lips pouting
naturally begged to be filled with a man's cock. Her breasts are wonderful
too: full moons with an upward tilt ending in pronounced nipples that
demand to be tweaked mercilessly. I don't like to work with stunningly
beautiful woman. They attract too much attention and usually have too many
people interested in their welfare. While Sarah is still very attractive,
no one is looking closely at her life to n until it will be too late.
    As she walks over to me I swivel the chair to face her. I wanted to
catch the mixture of disgust, fear, and longing that her face betrays even
as she tries to remain impassive. I know what she wants, what every neuron
in her brain is craving. Her eyes fix on the drawer she knows the syringe
is kept. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips in anticipation. After
all, it has been a week, she has waited patiently since her last session.
No whining or wheedling like before, just holding on until her summons. 
    Now it's her time for a taste.
    She stops in front of me, her hand seeking out my knee for support to
kneel between my legs. I brush her hand away causing her to look up in
alarm at the change in the long tradition of preliminary blowjobs. I rise
to meet her gaze thrilling in the change  of her expression to fear with
just a shadow of panic now darkening her features. God, I love to see them
squirm. I reach out for her breasts and run my hand over her stiff
nipples.
Yes, she is excited too. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp at the intense
feelings. 
    "Turn around," I tell her. She obeys immediately . I reach down and
massage her ass. It is nicely formed and benefiting from the mandatory
workouts in the gym. I lift the fabric of her skirt to reveal the pink
flesh beneath. No panties obstruct my view of her freshly shaved vagina. I
run a finger down the center of her crack reaching up toward her clit. Ths
time she exhales a low moan.
   "Please," she whispers, "I'm ready." While speaking she presses her ass
against me forcing my fingertips into her warmth.
    I reach down and open the drawer holding the syringe. Her breath
quickens and she can't help craning back to try and catch a glimpse of the
instrument of her salvation. I lean against her and force her to bend over
my desk while grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her. Instead of the
syringe, however, I pull out a pair of standard issue hand-cuffs and
expertly imprision both her hands behind her back. 
     Sarah relaxes in her bondage, bending her knees slightly  to ease the
expected penetration. I have other things on my mind just then. I grab up
my toy from Germany and force the  ball gag in her unsuspecting mouth. She
gags slightly while I tighten the strap, but Sarah has been bound before
and quickly adjusts, or tries to adjust. This ball gag is attached to a
bulb air pump like on a blood pressure cuff. As I pump air into the gag it
expands a bladder into her mouth and down her throat. 
    Once again I see that delicious mixture of surprise panic and fear in
her eyes as the bladder fills her mouth and begins to push down deep. Only
then do I release my rock hard erection and force myself into her pussy. 
    The expanding ball gag replaces her mild arousal with a state of dread
panic. It soons becomes difficult for her to breathe. Her hands trapped
behind her begin to claw at my shirt. She tries to buck me off, desperate
for air and the bladder pushes deeper down her throoat. The more she
fights, the better my cock feels sliding into her pussy. Each thrash and
buck sends delicious slivers of pleasure through my body.
    I lean on top of her slamming my dick into her pussy. Sarah completely
 loses it and begins to lose consciousness.  I can see the spasms growning
and know now is the time. I reach into the drawer again and take out the
syringe. With one more good thrust i ram my meat deep into her pussy and
jab the needle into one of the extended veins on her neck. 
    Instantly, Sarah has a crashing orgasm. Every muscle knots and release
in her whole body. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and literally squeezes
the cum out of me. My own orgasm is intense, it feels like her cunt is
milking my penis in shuddering waves of pleasure. I press the air release
on the ball gag deflating the bladder and allowing her to breathe.
    "Damn, baby," I mutter. " That was too much."
     I stripped off the ball gag and let Sarah take a gasping breath. She
still was in the early throes of the drug high and the sudden intake of
oxygen set her off into another spasm of world class orgasms. Her eyes
roll back, her mouth hangs loose in her mouth, her pussy scraps the edge
of the desk as she grinds her clitoris into the woodwork.
     A few minutes later Sarah sits quietly trying to repair the damage to
her blouse which was torn during her exertions. 
    "How is your head?" I asked . While gagged she rammed the desk and
raised a welt on her forehead.  She didn't answer me; apparently the
bladder had done a number on her vocal chords. It hurt her to whisper.
Instead she gave me a pouty look of pain, defeat and embarassment that
meant to make me feel guilty. I just saw the image of her choaking down my
dick and felt my penis stir.  Frankly it didn't look like Sarah would be
up to more fun. Perhaps my secretary, or that young girl and the coffee
shop. Yeah she'd be worth a quick blowjob.

    More to Come
 Copyright 1996 CG
Cory Glaberson
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Subject: The Taste Part Two (m/f, nc, rape, humil)

 This story contains graphic scenes of sexual situations and humilation.
If you are offended by such stories DO NOT READ FURTHER. NO ONE UNDER 18
my view these stories. 

The Taste 
Part Two:

Sarah's crashing orgasm milks the cum out of me, but it leaves me
unsatisfied. I still need to feel my fully extended dick stuffed down the
throat of some pretty young girl. I open my wall safe and took out two
syringes filled with the Taste drug and lock up the rest. I can feel
Sarah's eyes hungrily follow my every move. Just minutes after her latest
fix and she wants more. 
     I shake my head. She is burning out already and it's my own fault for
bringing her along too quickly. I make a  mental note to evaluate my
procedures, but I know why I forced her treatment. Her mouth looks so good
with my dick in it. Even now, knowing it would radically accelerate her
collapse, I want to force her to fellate me. I stiffen and ignoring her
whorish pleading eyes walk out of my office to the reception area.
    My secretary, Rachel Brim,  had one of my "patients" kneeling between
her legs while she rubs her pussy over her face. The girl's mouth and nose
shone with slick juic    "That's it bitch," Rachel sneers, "Lick that
pussy clean."
      As I walked over to get a better look, Brim attention instantly
turned to me.
    "I caught this bitch," she begins to explain while picking up her
riding crop and tapping the rear end of the submissive girl, "in a
violation of the dress code. "
    "So you thought you'd go easy on her," I reply as I pick up the hem of
the girl's skirt and reach underneath. Ah yes, I remember her. She was a
stewardess for some airline when I first gave her a taste. Now, of course,
she works for me. In mock horror I flip up her skirt to reveal a pair of
cotton panties stretched tight across her ass cheeks.
    "You are perceptive Miss Brim," I say, "A clear violation." The girl
lets out a moan and  begins to cry. Instantly, Brim snatches her crop and
whips her slave across the face. 
   "Silence." she hisses.
    " Well, she has to punished," I say while slowly removing her panties;
first lifting one leg then another. " How about we suspend her weekly
ration?" That immeditaely brought a protest from the girl. It is quickly
squashed by Miss Brim who shoves one of her gloved hands into the woman's
mouth making her gasp and choke.
    The weekly ration is a very diluted potion of the Taste and some other
addictive substances. It isjust enough to take the edge off the insatiable
itch that otherwise grew to intolerable levels. It allowes me to control
my patients without destroying their personalities.
    "Perhaps she would like a different punishment," I say while taking
the riding crop out of Brim's free hand and begin wrapping the cotton
panties around its stem. Brim forces her hand in the girl's mouth trapping
her tongue between her fingers. I kicked at the girl's heels and she
instantly spread her legs unaware of what I had ready for her punishment. 
   Spreading her cheeks with one hand I aim the crop and panties at the
small brown ring of her anus then slowly start shoving the panties up her
ass. The ex-stewardess (what was her name?) starts to buck as the pain
increases, but I keep up the steady pressure slowly twisting the leather
crop and jamming the cotton panties deeper  and deeper. 
   In a desperate moment the girl breaks free of Brim's grasp and pleads
with me to stop. "God, stop it,stop it gaagghh" she moans before Brim's
hand forces its way back into her mouth.
    Brim screeches at her to be silent and looks at me her face a mask of
lust. "Ram it all the way in," she hisses eyes bright with desire. I knew
better than to permanently damage this whore just yet. I leave the crop
firmly planted in her ass, the panties completely shoved in. She won't
break that rule any time soon. 
    Once again I am tempted to let Miss Brim or her chastised student to
relieve my sexual tension. Once again I stiffen my resolve to wait for
more delicious game.
    "I'll be gone for about an hour," I tell my secretary as I head out
the door. "Please clean up after yourself." 
    "You hear that bitch," she mock whisphers to her slave, "I've got a
whole hour to show you some respect." It was a stroke of luck that I found
someone so enthusiastic as Miss Brim. Now I'm off to find someone worthy
of my attention
End of part Two,
Please E_mail me with any suggestions or comments.

    
   Copyright 1996, CG
Cory Glaberson
========
Subject: The Taste Part Three (m/f, nc, rape humil)
Date: 4 Jun 1996 01:41:49 -0400
Reply-To: cglaberson@aol.com (CGlaberson)
Warning Adult theme story
Do not read if under 21 years old. This is for mature adults only.


Copyright 1996


The Taste Part Three

Out of the office, I stop at the newsstand and buy a small box of imported
caramels.  In the privacy of a telephone cubbyhole I unwrap the box and
gently insert the needle of one of the taste-filled syringes into the
candy. Just couple of drops is all I need for two of them. The third one I
knead out a little bubble and fill it carefully with a quarter ounce of
the the precious liquid. Placing the candy back in its plastic tray, I
walk out into the street.
   The Taste solution is actually three or four different psychoactive
chemicals that can be mixed in varying degrees of intensity depending on
the girl's resistance. Usually, it takes two to three doses to addict my 
target, then I change solutions and introduce agents that break down her
inhibitions and self-esteem. The girl I'm seeing right now is weak, after
just one dose she's ready for the next step in the training.
   The coffee shop is just around the corner from my office.  I normally
avoid crappy food  like this, but as I walked by last week she was at the
window booth. A bright cheery girl with a halo of blonde hair and a
voluptuous figure. I don't particularly like well-endowed woman, but she
was young and strong and carried her large breasts easily. As she turned
to service another table I imagined her breasts to have a delightful
upturn to them with a hard beautiful nipple crowning each one. I knew then
I had to have her; I had to see those breasts up close.
   Since then I've made contact and planted the seed. I used my favorite
ruse. I offer her a doctored candy telling her that it is a new product my
company in developing that has no fat or cholesterol and only 5 calories
per candy. Women fall for that story all the time. Instantly after
ingesting the candy, the drug is carried by the taste and smell nerve
sensors directly to the brain and causes an explosion of activity in the
pleasure center. This sudden rush is accompanied a few seconds later with
a slight numbing sensation as the second drug washes over the neurons of
the pleasure center. This drug competes with the receptor sites on the
ends of the nerve endings and blocks all those except the ones opened by
the first drug. This is when the fun begins.
   As this second drug invades the pleasure center,more and more receptors
are filled with a blank substance that negates any impulses for endorpin
and seratonin production hormonal levels. Meanwhile a third drug courses
through the blood stream and deactives any hormones already in the blood
stream.  The brain at this point finds itself in a peculiar situation. It
craves stimulation, but the only stimulation it is receiving is from the
sites first activated by the drug. Therefore the source of that stimulus
becomes extremely important to the brain. It uses every resource to locate
and secure a supply of this stimulus.  A person's ego and superego which
control its inhibitions and desires simply cannot compete with the
powerful force of their own inner desire. They are crushed under the
weight of a mind driven to stimulate itself.
    And this is only the first half of the treatment.
 Penny, my latest experiment, sees me come in and gives a little cry of
delight. For the last three days I waited while the drug focused all her
desires, imaginings, and dreams on the first caramel candy I gave her. Of
course no other candy, no other taste, can satisfy her now.  She is
serving a couple and practically drops the food on their laps. The young
girl rushes over to me and escorts me over to one of ther tables. 
    Penny really is a sweet girl and she uses, perhaps is driven by, her
sweet nature to fawn over me. 
    "Oh I haven't seen you in ages," she says gently touching my shoulder.
She leans over to straighten the place mat and brushes her breasts against
my arm. She smells wonderful.
   "You smell wonderful," I say enjoying her desperate attempt to please
me. 
    "Thank you," Penny beams "I can't seem to smell it. My nose must be
stuffed up."
I pick up the menu and pretend to concentrate on my order. Penny drifts
away and turned back to her other customers. Always, though, her eyes are
on me ready to detect the slightest movement. I wait till she's in the
middle of pouring a cup of coffee for a middle-aged matron then clear my
throat. 
   "You stupid girl!" the old bag screams as the hot coffee soaks her
skirt. Penny apologizing  profusely beelines for my table.
   "Are you ready to order?," she says ignoring the ruckus behind her.
   "I'm not really hungry," I begin taking the candy box out of my jacket
and opening it on the formica table top. "But i thought you might be."
    If a car crashed into the cafe penny would not have noticed it. All
her attention was directed at the box of caramels exactly like those she
had three days ago. Her mind must be screaming at her to grab them and
cram them in her mouth, but she holds back watching what I do. Behind her
the matron is yelling for the manager; people are cranking around in their
seats. 
    "I think that woman wants you." I tell her.
    "Fuck that bitch," Penny replies. She reaches out to touch the
caramels.
   "Meet me by the phones in five minutes."I talk slowly to make sure she
hears me. I close the box and put it quickly in my pocket. That breaks the
spell. Penny nervously looks back at the old women and her boss, a short,
balding Greek. I stand up and head for the bathroom.
   The last time I was here I scouted a perfect location for the next
phase of the training. The coffee shop is in a large office building and
has a doorway into the lobby. Right next to their door is a janitor's
closet. It cost 50 dollars to get the key, but the room was perfect. Five
minutes later, Penny shows up. 
   "I quit," she shrugs. I hold out a caramel. She pick it up like a
flower and softly places it in her mouth. "Oh my," she speaks in a hushed
tone. The few drops of the taste work quickly, but do not last. This
solution is similar to the first. Instead of intense flavor and smell
reactions, however, it induces intense sexual sensations. 
   As the drug works its magic Penny falls into a kind of a swoon. Any
touch, even that of her clothes, excites her stimulus-starved brain. I
usher her out of the restaurant and to the closet. At the threshold she
struggles. Her mind is in a fog of sensation.
   "Wait . . ." she mumbles. I put another Taste-laced candy to her lips. 
   "Have another," I whisper. She shudders at the hot breath on her ear. 
The two doses combine to make her a little intoxicated. The young girl
giggles as she stumbles into the room. I lock the door behind me. The room
is large enough to two shelves on either wall and a couple of chairs in
the middle.  Penny, still in a daze, sits on one and smiles at me. Her
lust left uncontrolled by the drug begins to build. Seductively she opens
her legs and strokes her legs. 
   "I am soo hot." she tells me.
   "Then take off your uniform." 
   "No," she says coyly, spinning the chair around. I come up behind her
and stoop to kiss her neck. Each kiss makes her gasp. Slowly I unzip the
dress and pull it off her. She stands and faces me. I can see her
struggling to maintain control.
    "Wait," she gasps, "Something's not right." I unhook her bra and she
grabs it before it falls. "Wait,' she is pleading now, not with me, but
with the desire rippling through her body. I firmly pull the bra away and
reveal a beautiful set of breasts with sweet upturned nipples. I reach out
and cup one rolling a nipple between two fingertips. 
   "Ahhhh," Penny's head rolls back. I bend slightly and capture the sweet
bud of her breast in my lips. "Ohhhh Myy." she exclaims. My other hand
snakes under her panties to her cunt. She is sopping wet. I curl a finger
into her slit and search for the bud of her clitoris. The swollen nubbin
bounces against my touch. Penny orgasms, squeezing her thighs together as
her cunt spasms in delight. 
    I break our embrace and walk over to one of the chairs. I hold her
hand and lead in front of me. 
    "Tell me, " I ask as I unzip my pants. "Have you ever sucked a man's
cock?"
    "M-My boyfriend like me to lick his . . ."She trails off still
recovering from the intense orgasm. 
     "Good" I say.  Taking off my suit jacket and hanging it over the back
of the chair. "Please show me what you can do."
 Penny was too hot, too confused, too overwhelmed to refuse. She knelt
down pulling my stiffening cock out and began to lick it. 
   Oh what a joy it is to see a woman one her knees licking your member.
What absolute satisfaction and contentment. Of course, Penny wasn't very
good.  Even relieved of her inhibitions she barely inserted two inches of
my penis into her mouth. This wouldn't do at all. She had to start
training right away.
   I took the last doctored caramel out of my pocket and began to soften
it in my palm. The drug had absorbed into the caramel so it did not squirt
out of the pocket I had made. Penny's eyes followed my manipulations. 
   "You want this last one don't you my whore." Penny said nothing, she
just nodded. "You are my whore are you not?"
   Penny pulled me out of her mouth and agreed. "I am not your whore."
   "You aren't! "I say thrilled at her defiant tone. "You certainly don't
suck cock like a whore. I will have to teach you." With that said, I take
the softened caramel and wrap it around the base of my erect member. 
   Penny release the  tip of my penis from her mouth pick the candy off. 
   "No, No," I say batting her hand away. "Put your hands behind your
back. whore, Right Now! You'll have to get this sweet the hard way." Penny
looks at me with a mind-swooning mixture of hate, fear, and lust. I can
feel my asshole tighten with lust of my own. She takes my member back in
her mouth. Slowly, her eyes fixed on the caramel bullring she forces
herself to swallow my dick. God the sensation is incredible. 
  "That's it" I instruct her. "Slowly, slowly, don't push too hard.
Breathe through your nose. Don't be scared if you gag, its just the gag
reflex . Let it pass."
Three inches are down her throat, four inches to go. I can feel her tongue
swish out trying to get a preview taste. 
    Five inches down, her gag reflex is kicking in and she puts her arms
forward to support her weight. I have to remember that she disobeyed me.
At six inches down I can see her throat working to accommodate my dick.
She can smell the caramel now, it is soaked through and through with the
Taste and it drive her on. 
    "Just an inch or so away baby," I say. "You want it, then take it you
whore!" I grab the back of her head and ram forward with my hips in one
powerful stroke. 
   Penny's eyes roll into the back of her head as the big dose of the
taste slams into her system. Her legs shake as she orgasms and pisses
herself at the same time. She lets out a huge fart too. Her mouth is
working feverishly at the base of my cock licking off the sticky ambrosia.
The feeling of my cock fully-extended down her throat is incredible, but I
know how to make it indescribably delicious. I reach down and pinch off
her nose shutting off her air. 
   Immediately her lungs expand to try and force some air in. This creates
a partial vacuum in the soft tissues of her throat which collapse in
around my dick. As i said the feeling cannot be described. Especially when
you look into their eyes and see the mixture of fear, panic, lust and
humiliation dancing around inside their head. I can only last a few
moments at this juncture and come deeply and generously. Penny is bucking
so furiously that U can't hold her and she disgorges my cock while
coughing and gagging on my sperm. 
   Damn that was good.
  "Well," I say picking up her uniform to wipe my dick off. "wasn't that
fun."

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Cory Glaberson

Subject: The Taste Part Four (m/f, nc, humil)

Reply-To: cglaberson@aol.com (CGlaberson)
The Taste Part Four : m/f  blackmail, nc, humiliation
Copyright 1996 CG

All cautions and warnings about adult sexual literature apply. Do not
continues reading if under 18 years old. 
Email comments are encouraged.


Part One

So spent am I from my exertions with Penny I did not bother the pretty
brunette who I meet in the elevator in my office building.  I remember the
two days and nights we spent forcing her to fuck every male in her dorm.
Why can I never remember their names! I chastise myself. Her fear and
anticipation amuse me greatly as we travel upward, but as I said I am too
drained to avail myself. 
   Miss Brim is not at her desk when I open the door for the young coed. 
Muffled thuds come from one of the back rooms. 
  "My secretary will be right with you," I say as I open the door I think
might contain Miss Brim. Immediately a girl charges out; she is naked
except for being handcuffed and having a hood fastened over her head
completely blinding her. She stumbles past me and slams into the wall
opposite with tremendous force.  I notice a riding crop sticking out of
her asshole like a demented weather vane.
   "Come back here!" screeches Miss Brim now dr in her hand. She blushes
when she sees me. "I'm sorry,, s-sir I . . ."
   I wave her explanation away and point to her charge who has wandered
into the lobby. My pretty brunette stands there stock still her eyes
darting towards the safety of the door.  Brim barrels past and grabs the
riding stock sticking out of her playmate's ass.    "Get back inside!" she
hisses steering the bound girl back to the back room. A piteously moan
erupts from beneath the hood. Brim twists the pole and rams the girl into
the wall. "Silence!" she screams one inch from the hood.
   As they pass me I reach out and grab one of Brim's breasts which has
worked free from the leather halter. She stops instantly and a shudder
runs through her body. I grab the exposed nipple between my fingers and
roll it roughly; twisting it hard. Brim gulps air raggedly. She does not
say a word. 
   "Let's have a little more attention to the job and a little less
recreation," I say softly. Then I bend slightly and take her nipple in my
mouth. It is a hard little pebble beneath my tongue. I bite down hard
grinding my incisors until I feel the skin break and the blood gush forth.
I bite harder, pulling back to rip open the wound. Brim crys out, but with
superhuman strength stifles her anguish. I chew on her nipple as I walk
away forcing myself not to look back at her pain. 
    In the privacy of my office I check my calender: a pickup from Sarah
at tea time and then tonight's theatrics with Marina. I open my safe and
take out an ample supply of the Taste liquid wrapping it carefully and
placing it in a small leather pouch. 
     As I enter the lobby of my office I half expected Miss Brim waiting
with pistol to take her revenge. Of course she is no where to be seen. The
pretty brunette, still standing, opens her mouth to speak.  
   "Ah yes," I say. She reaches into her bag, takes out an envelope, and
holds it out to me. Filled with cash, no doubt, from her customers for the
week. I take the envelope and hold on to her hand. A thrill goes through
me as I see her stiffen in fear. I bend down and kiss her hand tonguing
Brim's nipple out on her palm. 
   "Souvenir."

Part Two

   Sarah Covington was addicted to sex before she became addicted to the
Taste. I didn't have to search her out; she came to me after  I
encountered a few of her friends. She was in her late thirties and in full
bloom. A buxom full-lipped redhead with a drop dead smile. She was already
notorious for breaking up two or three marriages and even more notorious
for NOT breaking up a few more. Most attractive to me: she was rich. Her
two dead husbands left her millions which I wanted to fund my operations. 
   What surprised me was that her  greatest worth was her knowledge of
every liaison, affair, and adultery among her rich elite set. Her
persuasive abilities made her gossip central for the noveau-riche and old
money types. With her help I targeted dozens of lonely women to milk out
small amounts of money instead of draining one victim and possibly
attracting undue attention.
    Today I meet her in one of the elegant private rooms her hotel. A
tasteful three star establishment with just a dozen or so suites. Each one
completely wired for video and sound recording. As I walk in I see her
with a very beautiful older women, perhaps 45 or 50. They are seated and
as I approach the haughty older woman stands and hands Sarah an envelope.
Sarah hands her a small box. It's a thrill to realize that Sarah can
manipulate these women without my help. Even I don't fully realize how
many women are beholden to the Taste.
    The older women brushes past me.  I smell the rich perfume left in her
wake. Smells like old money to me.
   "Sarah!"  I call out, "delighted to see you." Sitting down a waitress
appears instantly carrying a coffeepot. I wave her away watching her bare
ass peek out beneath her short skirt. "
    "Remember that lawyer who tried to sue you last year? Sarah says
noticing my interest.
   "Is that her?"
   "Lord no!" Sarah continues, "It is her younger sister. Just some
insurance in she proves hesitant."
   "So," I begin, changing the subject.  "What have you got for me?" Sarah
flashes that brilliant smile at me and reaches into her bag. She slides
over a large mailing envelope. I open it and see it filled with wrapped
bundles of cash. 
   "The Usual," she says, "And something a little unusual. " She hands me
another manila envelope much thinner this time. I smile. What a joy to
have  found Sarah, She is one of the only operatives I allow to sell the
Taste letting her keep enough for herself and her own slaves. In the
envelope are pictures. I recognize them immediately as the cool older
blonde that just left. She is not very haughty in these pictures. A huge
black penis is poised in front of her face. Her distaste is wonderfully
apparent. The next photo shows the penis half-shoved down her throat. A
third shows two black men fucking her mouth and pussy at once.
   "Wonderful," I mutter as I flip over each picture.
    "Next week," Sarah says "I want pictures of her with her best friend,
then maybe her  daughters. I've lined up two more potential performers as
well."
    "You have done well, my child" I cannot hide my admiration for her
initiative and she realizes she has an opening.
    "I am so grateful that I have pleased you, My lord." Sarah takes my
hand and gently licks one finger. My cock is ramrod hard at her touch. 
    "Well, " I says shifting my erection to a comfortable position.
"Perhaps we should think of pleasing you."
    "I need nothing but your presence," Sarah whispers reaching under the
table to stroke my cock. 
   "Really?" I nod. "I've completed a new generation. Would you like to be
the first?" Sarah stands up quickly and practically pulls me with her. 
   "Let's go!" she says




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