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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Erica Learns Her Place (Mdom/F, FF, ws, rp, v, bd, huml) by Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com) *** Damian's life with Erica in four chapters, from first taking her in college to eventually reclaiming her after her second marriage to other men. *** Chapter 1: First Time With Erica I had first met Erica several weeks before, and my first glimpse of her was with her hair still messed up from sleep, wearing nothing but her little round glasses and a bathrobe, smiling at me sleepily from next to Chuck's kitchen counter. Me and another friend had driven around to pick Chuck up for a Saturday roleplaying session, and after pounding on his door for several minutes, he had answered in a similarly disheveled state, with this little blond stranger standing a few feet behind him looking shyly at us in the doorway. I couldn't see much of her body through the robe, but she had lovely legs and looked to have sizeable titties and her face was very pretty, in a strong, Nordic sort of Valkyrie way, wide and Slavic with big blue eyes and a well defined, straight nose and a mobile, naturally dark, full lipped, frankly sensual mouth. Chuck introduced her as Erica and she shook hands with both me and Jim and gave us each a little smile and then disappeared back into the bedroom. Chuck pulled on a shirt and found his sneakers and the clipboard he kept his character sheet on and we left. I saw Erica for the second time on a Thursday night, at the movies. As a member of the campus Cinema Board, I show up for movies when I want to and take tickets, in exchange for seeing the film for free. I was surprised to see Ericae there taking tickets, dressed in tan slacks and a white sleeveless button up blouse, half unbuttoned to show the tops of her obviously at least 36C breasts protruding bouncily underneath it. I could see a great deal more of the body the bathrobe had previously concealed, and I liked it. Small and very nearly plump, short waisted and big breasted and heavy hipped, Erica was clearly one sweetly fuckable package of girl. She waved her hand to me limply, from the wrist, like a little kid, giggled, and said "Hi, remember me?" I was then pleasantly surprised when she put her arms around my neck and gave me a brief hug, pressing her jiggly little body pneumatically to mine for a few seconds, exclaiming "I didn't know at the time you and Chuck were old friends or I wouldn't have been so shy! Mwah!" (That last was the sound effect of a lip smacking kiss on my cheek.) We usually have two ticket takers on the door so I took the other side and she and I chatted. It turned out Chuck was away for the weekend visiting his ex girlfriend Nancy in Connecticut, and Erica was staying at his apartment and filling in for him at the movies. She chattered away like a magpie, not at all as shy as she'd seemed at our first brief meeting, smiling and giggling at my wisecracks and witticisms, as warmly and eagerly affectionate as a puppy, quivering and responding with a near purr whenever I'd contrive to brush against her, slip my arm around her waist for a brief half hug, or plant a brief kiss on the top of her head. When the movie started, we were sitting next to each other, as that's where ticket takers sit, and we had easily established a level of casual, physical affection between us. The movie was that awful Schwarzenegger thing COMMANDO, and she kept talking in breathy little whispers about how cute Arnold was and rubbing her head on my shoulder and letting her arm and hand touch mine on the common chair arm between us, so I took her hand and interlaced our fingers. We squeezed hands for a little while and that was nice, and then I decided to see how far she wanted to take this -- I figured she was out for a little revenge on Chuck for visiting his ex -- and I let go of her hand and put my arm around her. She settled comfortable against my shoulder, and then pleased me a bit by taking my left hand in her right and raising it to her lips, where she kissed each knuckle, licked them, and then began in turn to suck each of my fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them thoroughly, moving from thumb to pinkie, and then starting over again. I reached over with my right hand and started to unbutton her blouse; she stopped me with her left hand, but took my hand and slid it into the opening at the top of the buttons, tucking my hand into her left bra cup. She went on sucking my fingers while I squeezed and fondled her heavy, shapely breast, my thumb rubbing her nipple hard very quickly. I alternated from one tit to the other, squeezing and caressing inside her blouse, and she even traded off the hand she was nibbling and sucking after a while, letting me fondle her with the other hand. After about fifteen minutes of that, I leaned down, nuzzled the crown of her head, then kissed her hair in a soft line leading down to her forehead. She sighed and rolled her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, turning her face up, so I kissed down the bridge of her nose and then planted a soft kiss on her mouth. She didn't seem to mind that, so I pressed my lips onto hers more firmly and when hers parted slightly, probed with the tip of my tongue. She obliglingly let her mouth open a bit more so I could slip my tongue past her teeth, flicking the tip of it with hers... but then turned her face away after a second or two. "People can see," she murmured. "Someone might tell Chuck." I felt like mentioning that someone might tell Chuck I'd spent the entire film with a handful of her tit, but I restrained myself. She hadn't said no, just 'not here'. I could wait. And once I got her alone, we could have a little talk about cockteases. After the movie, I said I'd walk her back to Chuck's place, since it was after dark and the campus isn't that safe for girls walking alone at night. Once we got out of the building I took her hand, and we chatted about the movie, and within a block, I had slipped my arm around her shoulders, and hers was around my waist. A few blocks further on, in a shadowy spot under a tree, I stopped and pulled her to me and tried another kiss, which she settled into with a little purr, her arms immediately sliding around my neck and her lips parting to accept my tongue, expertly sucking it into her mouth and swirling her own tongue around it, before starting to nibble and suck on it with a happy little trill of pleasure. My hands were on her full, sexy ass as we kissed, squeezing and kneading through her tan slacks, while hers rubbed the back of my head as we moaned and tongued each other's mouths wetly for thirty seconds or a minute. Our progress back to Chuck's apartment from that point on was a series of short walks interrupted by two or three minute hiatuses to suck on each other's tongues and moan hot breath into each other's mouths a little more. I had her blouse unbuttoned, her front clasping bra undone and was mauling her tits by the third such pit stop, first with my hands while we kissed, then with my mouth for a minute or so while she moaned throatily and clutched my head in both hands. Then she unzipped me and pulled my cock out and was squeezing it as we kissed again. She pulled back and looked down at it in her hand with an agonized expression on her face, and I thought for a second she was going to go to her knees and suck it for me right there, but finally she said "Let's get off the street," so we walked on. She was holding my dick in her hand, squeezing it and stroking it, while we walked. She was leaning her head against my shoulder, breathing in ragged little sighs, slowly, sporadically jerking me off the whole time. When we finally got to Chuck's apartment building her blouse was open and her bra was unclasped and hanging down off her bare tits and her mouth was red and chafed looking. She let go of my dick reluctantly and fumbled around with the Chuck's keys at the front door, and I pushed her up against it and kissed her again, and she moaned into my mouth and dropped the keys and left them on the floor while she grabbed my cock once more in one hand and my balls in the other, and squeezed both while our tongues intertwined for another long wet mouth- slurping kiss. Then she went down to one knee to get the keys and my cock was right there in front of her face and she murmured "Oh my look at this" and pushed a dangling sheaf of blond hair back from her face and leaned forward and slid her open mouth down over my cock and started sucking it right there in front of Chuck's still locked front door. I let her blow me for a minute or so, trying to relax and enjoy it, but the public hallway made me nervous, so I told her to give me the keys and when she handed them up to me, not missing a single pumping rhythmic slurp on my cock, I opened the door after fumbling with it for a few seconds. Without saying anything we both apparently decided to try to move inside without forcing her to lose contact with my dick, so she shuffled backwards on her knees as I pushed forward, with her hanging onto my ass for balance. We got far enough inside to close the door and I twisted around enough to lock it, then just leaned back against it and let her work on me with her wet, wonderful mouth. Erica was clearly well beyond expert at cocksucking (she later told me she literally could not count the number of guys she had fucked in her life by then, and she made a personal point out of giving head to any guy she ever had sex with) and more than skill, she had an eager enthusiasm about her work that was amazingly arousing. She mouthed my cock with little moans and muffled, throaty purrs of satisfaction, and after a few minutes of just sucking and slurping away at the first three or four inches of my cock filling her mouth, she started bobbing her head in earnest, taking me deep, pulling her head back up, gobbling back down again, obviously concentrating hard on the very serious task of getting me off in her hot little mouth. As I leaned back against her boyfriend's closed front door with shaky knees, she knelt at my feet with her hard nipples showing in intermittent back and forth flashes below her bobbing head, working my cock hungrily with her lips and tongue and palate, sucking me, blowing me, going down on me, as avid for the act of fellatio as a penitent for prayer. My hands were on her curly blond head now, fingers sliding through her clean, soft, shiny hair, as this little blond nympho serviced me like a Vietnamese street whore. When I moaned and started to breath hard she gave an excited little groan and started sucking harder, bobbing her head even faster, answering my question as to whether she wanted me to cum in her mouth without me having to ask it. I was pleased she wanted it, because I'd been planning to hold her head down and cum in her mouth even if she didn't. Five or maybe ten seconds later, I felt my asshole tighten and my balls pull up and I shot off like a firehose into her slurping, pumping mouth. "Mmmmph!" she gasped around my cock and started to gulp quite audibly as my sperm spurted into her mouth and throat. "mmmm MMM mmm MMMM" she crooned as she eagerly swallowed every drop down while I emptied my balls down her throat in a kneequivering orgasm over the next twenty or thirty seconds. Even after I stopped shooting she kept sucking away at me, diligently tonguing my cock clean, working it with her flexing, squeezing lips, making sure she got every last tiny drip and drop. Finally, with obvious reluctance, Erica let my softening cock slide out of her mouth. She gave it one more kiss and lick, then looked up at me. Surprisingly, her face had a troubled expression on it. "I... I really didn't mean to do this," she said, stammering, blushing. "Um... please don't tell Chuck?" I laughed, reached down, put my hands under her arms,and pulled her up for a long kiss. Her return kiss was as long, deep, and wet as before, but seemed a little bit dutiful. Finally, she pulled back from me. "You won't tell him, will you?" she said, in a pleading tone. "Please?" I kissed the tip of her nose, then nibbled it. "Well, that depends," I said. She bit her delectably full lower lip. "Um... on what?" she said, no longer meeting my eyes. "Please, Chuck would be so mad..." I tilted her chin up firmly. "On whether or not you're willing to do that for me again, and how often, and where," I said, smiling. She glanced up at me quickly, then dropped her eyes again, and I was shocked to see her blushing. "Oh," she said in a little girl whimper. "Oh. Um... Well... I mean, I've already done it for you once, so... I guess... there's no reason you... shouldn't enjoy me again... if you want to..." "I'll want to, and you'll let me" I told her. "Often." She bit her lip again and made a little choked sighing sound that was almost a sob. "I... all right... but... just... just sucking, okay? Please? I already did that, so... but... can I just do that? And not... any more? That... that wouldn't be too bad..." I thought about it. "Well," I said, doubtfully, "you'd have to suck me a LOT, Erica..." I was still holding her chin, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. She nodded her head vigorously, chin bobbing in my hand, face beet red now. "Say it," I ordered her, enjoying my power over her. She was still looking down like a little girl who had been caught stealing cookies. She took a deep breath. "I... any time we are alone together, I... will let you... I mean... I'll do... what I just did for you again... I... any time you want." She paused and took another breath, then looked up at me, briefly. "I already did that so there's nothing wrong with doing it again." She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself. She looked down again. I forced her chin back up. "You pissed me off at the movies tonight, not letting me kiss you. You're going to have to suck me off there some time soon to make up for that." She sighed heavily. "A... all right," she said finally, sounding near tears. "If we can sit in the back. Please?" "You're not going to guilt trip me, Erica," I told her firmly. "Make all the little girl noises you want. Next movie I take you to, you ARE going down on me." "I'm not trying to guilt trip you!" she protested. "I'll do it! Shit, I've sucked guys off at a movie before, you know. I just... want to sit in back. Please?" I didn't answer, just let go of her and went and sat on Chuck's broken down couch. "Strip to the waist," I told her without looking around. I heard her take a deep breath again, then the sounds of her shirt and bra sliding off her arms and fAlling to the floor. I told her to find a pen and a piece of paper, and write out our agreement, with her signature and the date, and bring it to me. I told her I wanted it a great deal more explicit on paper than she had said out loud. She made her little pleading puppy whimper behind me again, then I could hear her moving around. There was a sound of tearing paper. A minute or so later, a delightfully topless Erica walked around the couch, sank to her knees in front of me in her tan slacks with her big boobs jiggling sweetly, bit her lip, and handed me a piece of blue lined notebook paper with her clear, feminine, schoolgirl's handwriting on it. She didn't look at me at all. I opened it and read, "I, Erica Kimberly Moore, being of sound mind and body, do hereby acknowledge that I am Damien Morgan's property and chattel for the specific purposes of fellatio, and that he may demand such oral services of me at any time from this date forward that he and I are alone in reasonable privacy together, or in the back row of a movie theater together, and that my mouth is his personal cock hole and sperm bank, that I will cherish his cock and swallow his cum like a good little dicksucking slut, til death do us part." She had signed it and dated it with a flourish and little smiley face over the 'i' in "Erica". "Is that," she asked, in a low, worried little girl's voice, "explicit enough?" "Very nice," I said, taking my wallet out, folding the note up, and putting it inside one of the empty plastic photo protectors. She shivered a little. "If you show that to Chuck he'll never talk to me again," she nearly whispered. "If you show it to my professors or parents or the people on the Cinema Board... oh..." She was blushing bright red. I cupped her chin and rubbed a thumb over her lips. "I guess you'll have to keep me happy," I said, smiling. She whimpered. "I will," she said finally, eyes closed, trembling as I cupped her chin. "I really will. But please let's just... do... what it says... don't... make me do anything else... I... I want to be a good girl... for Chuck." I just laughed. "You're a fucking slut, Erica. I'm sure Chuck knows that." To my surprise, she closed her eyes tightly when I said that, almost as if I'd slapped her. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Please don't call me that," she said very quietly. "I try to be a good girl. I was just mad at Chuck and... and I thought you were nice." I let go of her chin and cuffed the side of her head lightly. "Strip all the way down except for your little white socks, Erica. Right now." Her eyes flew open. "What? But... you just said... sucking! The note just says sucking. Please..." "Fine," I said. "No problem. If you don't like me, I'll just go..." I started to get up. "No, no!" she said quickly, looking at me pleadingly. "Please don't go away mad! I... I do like you! Really! Promise not to tell?" Without waiting for a reply, she quickly sat back and took her shoes off one at a time, moving with almost frantic haste. She looked up at me, as if to say 'see, I'm doing it!', then rolled onto her side on the floor in front of me, unsnapped her slacks, and quickly shimmied out of them. She was wearing ivory satin panties that matched the bra she'd tucked my hand inside fifteen minutes after meeting me for the second time. She slipped those down and off over her socks with no fuss. The hair on her cunt was soft, bushy, and a darker blond than the hair on her head. "There!" she said, sounding frantic. "All naked except for my socks. Don't go! Don't be mad!" "Now," I told her, "take my pants off me." "Yes sir!" she said immediately. She unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans, then slid them slowly down my legs. She bent down then, lifting my feet one at a time to take my boots off, then sliding my jeans down and off. I was sitting there in my socks and my sweater. Erica moved in between my legs, licked the palm of her hand, and took my cock in it. "Please don't tell," she pleaded, looking up at me with tears swimming in her big blue eyes. "I do like you. I'll do whatever you want. Is this okay, or do you want my mouth again? Or... something else?" "You do know how to obey," I told her, running my hand over her hair. She started to slowly pump my cock with the same easy expertise she'd brought to the blowjob. She wiped her eyes with the back of her other hand. "I really do like you," she said, stifled sobs in her voice. "And... and... you'd just make me do it anyway, even if you didn't have that paper I wrote... so I don't have any choice." "So I'm raping you now?" I said, reaching down to run my fingers through her hair. She pressed the side of her head against my hand. Then she leaned down, and ran her tongue around my cockhead. "Yes," she said, between licks. "But it's okay, really. I've been raped before. I was bad. I teased you. I deserve to be raped." She took my cock into her mouth again and started to suck me off again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, but it didn't seem to be bothering her ability to give head. I let her blow me for a minute or so, then pushed her head off me. She blew her breath out. "Wasn't that good? Didn't you like it?" "Sure," I said. "But you did that before. I want more." She looked up at me, lips parted and cheeks wet, eyes pleading. "Anything you want," she said. "I will. Just tell me. Please. I'll... I'll write another note. I'll say you can have me any way you want. Any where. Any time. I'll... I'll do another girl while you watch. I'll fuck a dog, even, I know how to do that. I'll be totally yours. Just don't tell Chuck. Please!" "I like it when you beg," I said, cupping her chin again. "I think I want to hurt you. I really do. Are you into that? Have you been hurt by a guy before?" She shuddered and looked away, letting her eyes fall closed. Then, after a long pause, she took a deep breath. "Will you... will you please... not... mark up my face? Or... give me marks I can't explain to Chuck? Please?" I smiled. "If you're good," I said. She let her breath out in a long sigh. "Then..." she paused. "Then hurt me," she said, finally, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "I deserve it. I'm such a slut. And I did tease you." "Look at me, Erica," I said quietly. She looked back up at me with big blue eyes, obviously swimming in tears. I slapped her hard across the face, and the tears began streaming down her cheeks. "Ahhh awwwgghh," she groaned, but never protested. "Write me that new note, Erica," I told her softly. She bit her lip, sobbed in her throat... then got up and moved behind me again. I heard a pen clatter as she obviously dropped it, then the sounds of someone writing for several minutes, sniffling and sobbing as she did it. Then the sound, strangely, of a drawer pulling out, followed, a few seconds later, by Erica saying in a low little voice "Ow". Then the sounds of paper tearing. She came back around in front of me, sniffling, wiping her nose on the back of one hand, a piece of notebook paper in the other. She knelt between my legs again and handed it to me wordlessly. I read "I, Erica Kimberly Moore, do hereby acknowledge without condition or mental reservation that I am the personal property of Damien Morgan until such time as he chooses to release me. I consider myself his slave in all things and my life, my will, my needs, desires, and happiness are all subservient to his. I will serve him absolutely, completely, and utterly, without question or protest, and always with an eager and cheerful attitude. I will provide any services he requires or requests at any time and in any place, specifically including but not limited to, allowing him or anyone he chooses the full use of my body and my orifices in any way Damien desires. I admit that I am a slut, that I want, need, and love this usage, that I enter into this contract willingly. I specifically have agreed to have carnal intercourse with other women and dogs at Damien's direction, and to let Damien physically hurt me for his pleasure. I am looking forward to spending my life expl oring the full ranges of humiliation, degredation, objectification, and utter servitude to Damien. I love him totally and my body and soul are his chattel to dispose of as he pleases." At the bottom, in a big, clumsy, still wet scrawl of reddish brown, I could barely make out her name, Erica, and underneath, she had written in her full name, Erica Kimberly Moore, and the date, with the pen. "I signed it in blood," she said, lower lip trembling. "Is that okay?" "You misspelled 'degradation'," I told her. "But this is very nice." I patted her on the head and she wriggled like a puppy. "I can't make any conditions now," she said, quietly, but sounding oddly cheerful. "You can hurt me as much as you want and leave all the marks you want." "Erica, darling?" I said, folding the precious note up, picking up my pants, and putting it in the back pocket. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at me expectantly. "Yes, master?" I shoved her head down at my cock. "Shut up and suck," I told her. "NOW." Without another word, she opened her mouth and started blowing me again. After a few minutes of sucking, I yanked her head up by the hair and kissed her again, running my tongue into her surprised mouth. Her tongue immediately met mine with a despairing moan, sliding around it, then flicking against it. She didn't try to hold back and I could feel her getting excited again. I frenched her for nearly a minute, enjoying the musky taste of my dick and cum in her mouth, before lifting my face away from hers. Her tongue followed mine out of her mouth as she made a whimpering little puppy noise, reaching for the sundered kiss, and she was breathing hard, staring at me with her blue eyes bright. I reached down with my free hand and rubbed my wet dickhead against her open lips. She murmured, quite clearly, "Oh fuck," closed her eyes, whispered "You are SUCH a whore, Erica Kimberly," and then started to lick my cock again. She made an 'mmmmmm' sound against the underside of my cock helmet, swirled her tongue there for a second, ran her tongue up from under the head to the tip and with a husky, plaintive groan, opened her mouth wide and then sank her mouth over it again. Still holding her by the hair, I shoved her head down hard. Any of my previous girlfriends would have choked and gagged, but Erica took the whole length easily, gasping "nmmPHHH" but not having any apparent difficulty with her sudden mouthful of dick. Using her hair as a handle, I began to pump her head on me, as if I were jerking off with her mouth. After a few minutes of that, I pulled her head up off my cock by the hair. "Jerk me off," I told her, breathing hard. "Make me cum on your little slut face." She blinked and grasped my cock again, and started to stroke. "Yes, sir," she said. "Do you want me to keep my mouth open?" "Sure, but I want to see some on your face," I said, leaning back, keeping my eyes open so I could watch her kneeling at my feet between my spread legs, industriously pumping her soft, skilled hand on my hard prick, intent on making me cum again, resting her head on my thigh right alongside my hard cock. Every minute or so she'd stop pumping her hand for a second, lift her head, and take my cock back in her mouth, slurping wetly on it to lubricate it again before letting it slide back out and resuming her handjob. She gave a little sigh every time she let it slip back out of her mouth. "You really love to suck cock," I said. "I'm a cocksucking slut," she moaned. "It's what I do best." "When's Chuck coming back?" I asked her. "I could stick around the whole weekend, maybe." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "If that's what you want, sure," she said in the same eager to please voice. "He's coming back Sunday night." She then took my cock back into her mouth to lube it up again and after a minute or so of sucking, I pushed her head off. It was hard for me, too... her mouth felt better than her hand... but now she had me wanting to cum on her face and see her lick it up from her hand and my dick. "Do you get fucked in the ass much?" I asked her as she stroked me again dutifully. She looked up at me. "I... have been... Chuck does it...once in a while..." "If you told him it hurt you and you really didn't like it, would he stop?" I asked her. She whispered, after a pause, "Um... yes...he's nice..." "Good," I said. "From now on, save your ass for me." "Yes sir," she said in a low voice, continuing to stroke me off. "Are you going to fuck my ass tonight sir?" "Probably," I said tersely. "If I'm not too tired after your beating. Now make me cum." She jerked me off quietly after that. I came after another minute or so, spurting another nice load all over Erica's face and hand. She kept her eyes closed while my sperm rained down on her face in sticky globs, stroking me steadily through it, sighing a little as my cum built up on her nose and cheeks and dripped into her mouth past her parted lips. When I was done, she licked her lips, then licked my cockhead off, then licked her fingers slowly, sucking them into her mouth one at a time to clean them, then took my softening, sticky cock into her mouth and nursed at it, gulping and swallowing, as I enjoyed the show she was putting on for me. Finally, she used her fingers to wipe my cum down her face into her mouth, licking it up with little smacking sounds. "Are you going to beat me now?" she asked, in a soft little whisper. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I am." I backhanded her hard across the face, knocking her off her knees and onto her side in the small, cramped space. She sobbed and whimpered and raised one hand to rub her reddening cheek, but didn't protest, just kept staring up at me with big blue eyes swimming in tears. "Go get my belt, you little cocktease," I told her. She blinked at me several times, then gave a little groan and turned, on all fours, and crawled over to the couch, taking my jeans from where she'd neatly folded them and starting to slide the belt out of their waist-loops. Its buckle jangled pleasantly as she worked at it. Finally she crawled back over to me, got up on her knees like a dog begging, and presented the belt across both her spread palms. "Here, Damian," she said, breathlessly. "Yuh. your belt." She looked down, and added, somewhat petulantly, "but I don't deserve a spanking, I been a good girl." "Over my knee, good girl," I told her. She sniffled but lay across my lap. I wiped her tears off her face with my left hand and beat her sexy ass with the belt in my right hand. After the third stroke she took my fingers and brought them to her mouth and started sucking them again as she gasped and cried. After I'd hit her about twelve times and her ass was all striped and welted up -- let her explain THAT to Chuck -- I dragged her into the bathroom. I found Chuck's plunger and made Erica get in the bathtub on all fours. I stuck the plunger against the wall so the handle stuck out at the right height and made Erica back onto it, taking it up her ass a good eight inches. I'd used to masturbate in the shower with a plunger that way when I was a kid which was how I thought of it. I told her to fuck herself on the plunger and she started crying, but she did it, moving her hips back and forth on a very short stroke, sliding the plunger handle in and out of her ass. I told her she could play with her cunt if she wanted and she immediately lifted one hand to her pussy. After a minute or so she was groaning and breathing hard as she humped the plunger handle. I felt my usual post- cum urge come over me and I pointed my cock at her back and started to piss. She gasped when the hot stream played over her but didn't stop fucking herself. I told her to look at me and when she turned her head over her shoulder I pissed on her face. I was shocked when she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but I directed the stream onto her tongue. Every few seconds she would close her mouth to swallow and my piss would run off her lips and down her chin. Finally I ran dry after she had swallowed several mouthfuls. I told her to pull forward off the plunger and I took it out of the tub. There were shit stains all up the top eight inches or so. I told her not to clean it off; she could explain it to Chuck when he got back. Then I stripped all the way down and got in the tub with her and started the shower. I washed her off, then made her bend forward against the shower wall. She wasn't even trying to protest anymore. I told her to reach back and spread her cheeks. When she did, I rubbed the bar of soap in the crack of her ass, swirling one corner of the rectangular bar in her puckered brownie. Then I lathered up my cock and shoved it up her ass. My experiences with sodomy before that had made me think it would be hard to get up inside her and I'd have to be patient, but I slid right up her back door easily. Her asshole was warm and smooth like a velvet fist on my cock, but she had obviously been well broken in anally long since. I held onto her hips and leisurely buggered her with the shower running on my back. "What," I said over the roar of the water as I slid my cock easily in and out of her soapy asshole, "were you the only girl at an all male military school?" "My adopted older brother started fucking me in the ass when I was 12," she told me, head down against the tiled shower wall. "He'd been fucking my adopted sister since she was 11, it was his way of making sure we didn't get knocked up. Sometimes when Mom and Dad were out he'd bring some of his friends from the football team over and the two of us would get our asses gangbanged all night. Plus we had to give blowjobs and put on lesbian shows for them." "Ooooh," I said, excited by her description, my cock hardening even further as I pumped in and out of her anus. "Did you like it?" "If it had just been me it would have been fine," she gasped, reaching down to finger her clit again, "but Mary always cried and that made me feel bad. Except when they made us she wouldn't let me touch her although I would have been happy to try to make her feel better when we were alone." "She sounds like she'd be a fun date," I said, sliding my cock in and out of her velvety tight sphincter. "Got her phone number?" "Mmmmm," Erica moaned, "she wouldn't like it. Just rape me. It's what I'm for." Chapter 2: Erica In The Closet Erica was in Calvin's bedroom, which like all the other rooms in Calvin's apartment, was full of homemade bookshelves loaded down and straining under the weight of thousands of books. She was in one corner of the dimly lit, otherwise empty room, bending forward to read the spines of the books on a shelf a few feet lower than her eye level. A plastic glass of some reddish fluid was in her left hand, held carefully to the side, as her right finger ran idly up one, then down the other, book spine, moving slowly from left to right. She was in a pair of tan shorts converted from slacks, cut off just below the haunch and rolled up half an inch to form a cuff, exposing the bottom most sliver of her asscheeks deliciously as she bent forward. Tucked into the shorts was a red tank top/muscle shirt my mom had made for me back in the mid 70s that I'd long since outgrown and given her during one of our many trysts previous to that night. She looked awfully cute in it; I knew if I could have seen her from the front, bent over like that, her lovely full creamy tits would have been practically fAlling out of the tank's scooped top. Her curly blond hair was nodding as I watched her from behind and I could hear her murmuring to herself under her breath as she read the book titles. I moved quietly up behind her and, standing to her left, slipped my right hand up into the truncated left leg of her shorts, cupping her bare asscheek in the palm of my right hand and squeezing. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties and the tips of my first three fingers brushed easily against the fuzzy mound of her cunt. She gasped and immediately straightened up, nearly spilling her wine. "Damian!" she blurted, but quietly. "What are you doing?" Straightened up now, standing next to me, very still but trembling; the motion of her straightening had pushed her parted pussy lips down over my three finger tips. I squeezed the handful of ass and cuntflesh I now had gently, rubbing my thumb on the opposite slope of her ripe asscheek. "I think that's pretty obvious," I said quietly back to her. "Nnnnhhhh," she sighed gutterally. "You should stop. Chuck," the guy she'd been living with for the last several years and was by no means faithful to, "is here somewhere." "He's out in the kitchen with Carol and the rest of them," I told her. "Anyway, 'you should stop' is hardly 'please stop that, Damian '." I squeezed her cunt and asscheek again, a little more firmly this time, and the first two fingers of my squeezing hand slipped a bit further up past her pussy's outer lips, rubbing on the rapidly moistening inner lips surrounding the actual vagina. "Uhmm," she said, nibbling her lower lip and letting eyes flutter mostly closed behind the small round lenses of her glasses, her head rolling on her neck to brush, then lean against my shoulder. "Nuhmmm. Puh.... Puh... please... Damian..." I moved my hand a bit to the right, letting the knuckles at the base of my fingers lift and tent the central seam of her shorts away from the delightful furrow between her asscheeks so the seam slid down the back of my hand, as I turned my hand to let my first two fingers slide up into her now very wet pussy and push my thumb firmly up into her warm, velvety smooth anus. Both holes, one hot and wet, the other warm and smooth and dry, relaxed open for me as I probed. Erica grunted as my fingers and thumb slid easily up into her, then sighed as she contracted both pussy and ass sphincters around them. "Please what, Damian?" I asked her pleasantly. "Please take me into Calvin's bathroom and fuck me like the bitch in heat I am?" "Uhmmm oh GOD," Erica whimpered sharply as my thumb and fingers rocked inward to the webbing between them, wedged firmly into her pussy and ass. "Oh, don't.... nuh... nuhmmmm... oh... don't... please..." Her eyes were fully closed now and her head was back as she rolled it on my shoulder, blond curls matting and crushing against my shirt, teeth nibbling her full lower lip as she moaned, face upraised to mine. Her right hand went to the brass knob-clasp on the waistband of my jeans and fumbled it open, flattened against my lower belly, and pushed smoothly down inside to find and grasp my hard as a rock cock in cupped, knowing fingers and thumb. My own left hand slipped into the front of the tank top I'd given her and hefted one heavy breast inside her bra cup, feeling the nub of her hard, pink nipple pressing against the center of my palm. I squeezed both hands now; the small barrier of flesh between her rectum and vaginal channel compressing between thumb and fingers on my right hand, the full, sensual plumpness of her tit pressing firmly back against my left hand. I lowered my head slightly and covered her mouth with mine, my tongue immediately pushing past her parted lips into her slightly sour, wine flavored mouth. She groaned throatily back into my mouth and met my tongue with hers eagerly, avidly, almost desperately, as I ravished her with my hands and mouth right there, where anyone could look in and see us. Her left hand fumbled out and set the wine cup down on one of Calvin's bookshelves as simultaneously, she slid her right hand down my hard cock shaft and cupped my balls. Then, more clumsily, she grasped my cock itself with her left, turning into my body to face me as we kissed. I only kissed her for ten or fifteen seconds, then let our mouths move apart with a moist, brief sucking sound. "Actually, the bathroom is on the other side of the kitchen," I said. "Let's just see what's in Calvin's bedroom closet." Erica made no protest, just more moaning, whimpering noises, as I moved us both across the bedroom without removing either of my hands from inside her clothing. She was shuffling backwards, mouth upraised, kissing me intermittently as we moved, her tongue licking around my lips and in and out of my mouth, both hands engaged with my cock and balls. I continued to deeply finger her pussy and ass and squeeze her tit inside her tank top. At the closet door she let go of my balls momentarily, fumbled behind her, turned the doorknob, and leaned away from it enough to pull it open. I pushed her backwards into the closet. It was a small space, barely four feet deep and a few inches less than that wide. I shoved her up against the back wall, crushing several of Calvin's hanging suits aside and behind her, taking my hand off her tit long enough to turn and hook the door closed behind us. In the dark, our mouths fused together again and our tongues began to slide, accompanied by breathy grunts and moans, back and forth, licking and slurping together. I had to pull my fingers out of her holes for a moment while I undid and shoved her shorts down with my other one. She mewled like a kitten into my mouth between long slurping kisses. Her hands were similarly shoving the waistband of my jeans down, then sliding back up, one to my cock, the other slipping around my shoulders. I slipped my right hand back up after pushing her shorts down around her knees, trailed my fingertips between her ripe asscheeks, found her cunt with the two wet fingers and her asshole again with my thumb, shoved them back up inside her. She yelped into my mouth as my fingers and thumb rammed home. I put my other hand on her ass and with that supporting the fingers that were thrust up inside her from behind, I lifted her up. Her ankles were tangled together by her shorts but she bent her knees, spreading them to part her legs on either side of mine. One of her arms was around my shoulders now and she was leaning her weight on me, pulling herself up; I let my fingers slip out of her cunt from behind while keeping my thumb jammed up her ass. Her other arm was down, her hand searching between us, grasping my prick and lining it up as I pulled her ass and pussy up and forward. Then her cunt was right there, sliding down on my cock like a hot wet vise in the darkness of the closet, and we both groaned in unison as we slid together like a well oiled key and lock. "Slut," I murmured into her open, wet, avid mouth as our tongues fought together. "Just FUCK me, you bastard," she growled back, tongue flicking mine, tightening her expert cunt like a hot milking fist along the length of my prick. So I fucked her. I started slowly, sliding deliberately back out until just the head of my prick was pushed up past her parted pussy lips, then stroking smoothly back up into the wet, smooth, warm clutch of her cunt. After a few strokes I increased the pace a little. She had both arms around my shoulders now and I could feel her fingernails digging into my back through my shirt, her hips moving against the back closet wall as she pumped her pussy back at me, her murmur of frustration at the shorts still entangling her ankles, which kept her from spreading and lifting her legs fully and wrapping them around my waist. I fucked up into her harder and she gasped into my mouth. One foot must have come free from her shorts as abruptly her legs came up and clasped around my hips tightly, her crossed sneakers nestling underneath my own asscheeks. I started hammering my cock in and out of the hot clench of her hungry cunt, with her moaning and throwing her head back and then bringing it forward to bite my neck hard as we screwed each other. "Nhhh unhhh nngggh NGGH" she grunted through the mouthful of my neck she was biting and licking. "NGGGHHHHH!" I grunted in response as I spurted a load of hot cum up inside her pistoning pussy. I fucked her for five or six more in-out strokes, each slower than the previous one, as my cum jetted up into her in diminishing spurts. "Ohhh shit," she said, finally, gasping against my shoulder, legs still wrapped around me in the pitch darkness of the closet. "You bastard. If Chuck heard us I'm in so much trouble." "It's your fault for being such a fucking slut," I said, chuckling, kissing her sweaty forehead, cheek, neck, chin, and mouth. "You could have said 'no, stop, don't." She squeezed her hot pussy around my cock again. "Like you would have listened," she said breathlessly. "Like you wouldn't have just dragged me in here and raped me. Like you wouldn't have loved it." I caught her tongue into my mouth and sucked at it for a count of ten or twenty, ran my tongue around her lips, and finally let my thumb slide out of her ass. She grunted as it came out. I sighed. "Well, fine. If he heard us, tell him I raped you. And you hated every second of it, but what could you do?" She ran her tongue in and out of my mouth with a slurping, breathy moan, then said "Well, I wouldn't be lying, anyway, you prick. You did rape me and I did hate every second of it." She closed her mouth hungrily over mine again and pushed her tongue past my lips once more, sliding it in deep, sighing as she did. "Nmmmmm." I chuckled, hefted her hips up, and slid her off me. She went "nmmmhhh" in vaguely protesting tones even as her legs came down and took her weight and our mouths pulled apart again. "Bastard," she complained. "I really do hate you." My hands went to her shoulders. "Fine," I said. "Get on your slut knees and hate cleaning my cock up with your mouth." I pressed her down. She slid down the wall in front of me without any real resistance. "You're such a goddam cocksucker," I heard her hiss from below me, then felt her tongue running along the underside of my sticky prick. "Mmmm," I said, as she slurped me into her mouth. "Well, someone in this closet sure as hell is." "Hmmmmphhh," Erica protested inarticulately as she mouthed me. She swirled her tongue slowly along and around the length of my still hard dick, expertly cleaning the sticky residue of our fuck off me. She moved her head forward with a muffled grunt, sliding the round, tight oval of her lips down my shaft until she had swallowed up my entire erection, the engorged head of my cock sliding easily down the slight curve at the back of her mouth into her throat. She moaned gutterally around my prick and then, as she always does when someone sticks a cock in her mouth, she started to suck and slurp. Her head started pumping slowly back and forth as she knelt on the closet floor and blew me. Erica can no more not open her mouth wide for any cock anyone puts near it than she can stop needing to breath, and once she gets a cock in her mouth, if you don't want to shoot a load down her throat, you have to pull it out yourself. For Erica, sucking any dick presented to her is like getting a tan when you're out in the sun. It's not voluntary. It's just something that happens. After a minute or so of her avid head-bobbing, I reached down, sank both hands into her curly blond hair, and shoved with both my hands and my hips forward, driving her head back against the closet wall behind her. Holding her pinned there, I started fucking in and out of her sucking, slurping, moaning mouth, as her hands came up and rested on my thighs, but made no attempt to hold me back or slow me down. Her mouth was wet, warm, soft, alternately tight or tighter on my prick as it slid in and out and she flexed her lips and swirled her tongue. I face fucked her faster and faster, harder and deeper, and she never gagged or choked or tried to stop me, just took it in and out of her mouth and throat with a gurgling groan. My cock was sliding wetly in and out of her tight, eager, sucking mouth as I held her head tightly in both hands and she was making little 'nmmmggggh' 'nmmmggggghhhh' 'mmmnnnggggh' sounds that were barely audible over the moist wet smooth slurping noises my dick was making as it rammed in and out between the sheath of her tight lips, sliding into and back out of the tunnel of her tongue and palate. I felt my second orgasm boiling up in my balls and grunted, starting to breath harder. Erica heard me and gave a muffled squeal and if anything started sucking and slurping harder. After another ten or so strokes I gave it up to her, pouring several big spurts of sperm into her hot sucking mouth, listening to her gobble and gulp as she frantically tried to keep up with it and get it all down, swallowing and slurping away at it in the dark as I continued to pump my cock in and out of her avidly sucking mouth, emptying my load down her open, gulping throat. "Mmmmm," Erica murmured contentedly, as my orgasm trailed off to small spurts and trickles she could more easily keep up with. "Nmm. Mmmm. Nhmmmm." She kept nursing at my cock, sucking and swallowing steadily now. "Mmmmmmm." There were rustlings in the closet as she shifted slightly on her knees to lean further forward, taking me slightly deeper and more fully into her mouth, flexing her lips and swirling her tongue as she sucked, milking me with her lips and tongue for every last drop of cum. There's nothing Erica likes better than a mouthful of cock, unless it's the supreme feeling of swallowing a big load of cum and knowing she got someone off with a blowjob. For some reason, that seems to thrill her more than any other kind of sex. My cock finally started to soften in her mouth. Erica didn't care; I knew from experience that once she gets a dick in her mouth, she doesn't like to give it up. She kept sucking away, nursing happily at my dick, her head hardly moving now, just using her lips and tongue. I couldn't see her, but I knew her eyes would be closed in contented pleasure. I sighed and regretfully, pushed her head back off me, pulling away from her at the same time. "Awww," she said, whimpering like a puppy. I felt her try to move her head forward against my hands so she could recapture my cock with her mouth. "C'moooonnnnn," she murmured, pleading. "All right," I said, or whispered, "but you're gonna hate it." "Oh, fuck," I heard her murmur from below me, even as her lips closed tightly around my softening cock again. She knew what was coming. But she started sucking again anyway. After another 30 seconds, I relaxed and sighed and started pissing in Erica's mouth. She groaned... Erica hates swallowing my piss... but dutifully began gulping the hot splashes of my urine down, knowing that if she spilled a drop, much less tried to pull off before I was done, I most likely wouldn't fuck her again for a month or more. Erica enjoys acting like she's being raped, but in fact, she and I both know she belongs to me, and if I had to punish her by withholding sex from her, I'd forbid her to have it with anyone else, too. She hates that more than anything, even drinking my piss. I must have pissed in her mouth for at least a full minute, but finally I ran dry. Erica kept carefully gulping, squeezing my cock just under the head with her lips and swirling her tongue, to make sure she got every drop. Then, finally, with a little 'bleah' sound, she let my cock out of her mouth. "God," I heard her moan below me, "Jesus Christ, Damian, I fucking hate it when you piss in my mouth. I hope you know you are the only person in the world I would ever let do that." "Up, slutty girl," I said briskly, grabbing and tugging upwards on her ears. "Bastard," she muttered, struggling in the small, dark closet, stumbling against me as she tried to pull herself back up my body. Her knees popped audibly. "Damn it, my foot is half asleep." I held her up easily, found her chin with one hand, tilted her head up, and kissed her deeply. "Mmmmpph," she protested faintly, but let me kiss her, and then, after a second, sighed and relaxed and began to kiss me back. Her mouth and tongue tasted faintly of my cock and more strongly of my cum and most strongly of all of piss, but I didn't mind. "Mmmmmm," she said, finally, her tongue swirling in and out of my mouth. "Nnnmmm." I zipped myself up and fastened my jeans again. "I'll go out first," I murmured to her, nibbling her ear lobe. "You pull your shorts up and come out in a minute or so. I think everyone is still in the kitchen, anyway." Erica sighed heavily and pushed herself back off my chest, into the closet's back wall. "You're such a prick," she said, in a playfully complaining tone. "You didn't even try to make me cum. I don't know why I ever fuck you." I found her mouth and kissed her again, pushing my tongue deep, then nibbling her lower lip. "It's because you love me so," I said. "Anyway, no one has to try to make you cum, you little nympho. Want me to leave the door open a crack so you can see a little?" "You're very considerate for a bastard rapist," she said. "Sure." I started to slip out, and she grabbed my hand. "Wait," she said, her voice kind of low and breathless. "Um... aren't you going to... you know... do... all of me?" Erica gets very coy, verbally, when she talks about sex, at least, with me. But I knew what she wanted. "I just came in you twice in five minutes," I said, keeping my voice down and the closet door pulled mostly closed. "Gimme some rebound time, woman." I lowered my voice even further. "Besides, there isn't enough room in this closet for me to get up your sweet little ass." Which I knew from experience; Erica is short, and has short legs, too; for me to get up into her ass, we either need a bed or enough room for her to lean way over and bend her knees a little. "Awwww," she said, whimpering like a puppy. "But you know you always fuck my ass, Damian . Come onnnnnnn..." I sighed, leaned back, and kissed her again. Then said "So what's all this bastard rapist and you hate it so much stuff?" "Oh," she said, her voice going soft, "you know I'm just kidding, Damian. I'm your slave. I love you. I just thought you'd like it if I resisted a tiny little bit. Your little Erica is still your fuck toy. You know I'll be your property forever. You know I'd have sucked you off out in the kitchen in front of everyone if you wanted me to. I still will. Want to?" I kissed her again. "No, I'm not ready for Chuck to dump you quite yet. Maybe in another couple of weeks." "Yes, Damian," she said submissively. "Can I come over to your place later tonight? You haven't beaten me in a while. I need a good beating. And you could fuck my ass then, too." I pretended to consider that. "Tell me what you are again." Erica closed her eyes and gave a little groan. "I'm your fuck toy, Damian, your slut slave, your property, your piss drinking cunt bitch. I'm your cocksucker and your personal sperm bank." I could see her pout in the dim light of the shadowy closet. "And you didn't make a deposit in my ass-slot, either. I'm also your punching bag and whipping girl and can I PLEASE come over and get beaten and fucked in the ass tonight, PLEASE?" I sighed. "Of course you can. In fact, if you're very nice I'll take you in the bathroom in a little while, after everyone is finished eating, and sodomize you." I leaned back and kissed her briefly one more time. "Now be good." "Fat chance of that with bastard rapists like you around," she mock-grumbled, but held my hand and kissed it as I slipped out of the closet and pushed the door mostly closed behind me. Chapter 3. Life With Erica Friday night Erica had been being punished -- she'd let the apartment get a little messed up during the day while I was at work, and at her weekly weigh in, she hadn't lost the full scheduled three pounds she was supposed to, so I knew she'd been cheating on her diet -- so she didn't get to sleep with me, instead, she spent the night down on all fours, tied to the coffee table in the living room, with various household objects (not dildos or vibrators, Erica only gets those when she's good) packed into her cunt and ass, and a ballgag in her mouth. I'd fucked her mouth before I put the ballgag in, though, so she knew I wasn't too mad at her. For the rest of her punishment, all she'd get to eat that weekend was my cum. Erica was far from fat, but she'd gotten a pretty big spare tire around her hips over the years she'd lived with Chuck, and I found it unsightly. I'd told her that one of the conditions of us being together was that she was going to get back in shape. Since one of the other conditions was her unconditional obedience, with a sweet, enthusiastic attitude, at all times, I didn't anticipate too much difficulty. Erica most likely would have a very hard time losing weight on her own... she's just not strong willed... but I was confident I could make her. You may wonder why I didn't just beat her, but that's only because you don't know Erica. Beating her is a reward for being good, not a punishment for being bad. If I took a belt, or my fists, to her every time she did something I didn't like, she'd disobey a lot more. Disapproval, not letting her sleep with me, prolonged discomfort, and denying her food were much better ways to discipline her. I woke up relatively early for a Saturday and went out to the living room. Despite the obvious discomfort of the position -- she was kneeling at one end of the coffee table, belly pressed flat against its surface, reaching up along its sides to where her wrists were bound to the far legs, her knees pulled apart and bound to the outsides of the legs nearest her -- she was limp along the top of it, head down, snoring softly around the ball gag. There were two hammers buried handle first in her ass, one with a simple polished wood handle, the other with a fatter metal handle that had a rough leather grip, and an elastic strap I'd cut out of the waistband of a pair of pantyhose running around her hips and asscheeks holding them in. I moved the strap and pulled the hammers out, then crouched behind her and pushed my morning hard on up her well stretched asshole. My cock was nothing like as big or as fat as the two hammer handles she'd had shoved up there all night, so it took a few seconds for her rectum to tighten on my dick. When it did I started buttfucking her hard, taking her brutally from behind. Erica had woken up when I'd pulled the handles out, but her restraints wouldn't let her look behind her and she had no way to be sure who was mounting her. Now she cried out through the ballgag as I slammed my cock in and out of her ass hard. It's not that Erica would mind having some stranger come into the apartment to use her anally without her consent... in fact, I suspect she'd love it... but she'd have to worry about what I'd think if I came out and saw some other guy up her ass. Erica cheated a lot on Chuck while they were living together... she cheated with me, among many others... and I'd told her if I ever saw her so much as flirting with another guy, I'd make her wish she was dead before I dumped her forever. This was hard for Erica, because she's naturally flirtatious, but she had been careful about it in the two months we'd been together so far. (The fact that I not only allowed, but required, her to flirt with all the attractive women she encountered probably helped, as did the fact that she was not only allowed, but required, to let any attractive woman who showed an interest in her to make sexual use of her.) So she was making little muffled protesting sounds around the ball gag as I fucked her in the ass, although I knew she was also very turned on, which was confirmed by how wet I could see her inner thighs getting as her pussy leaked around the three screwdrivers I'd shoved up there handle first the night before. I didn't make a sound myself to let her know who I was, just held her hips and really fucked the living hell out of her asshole. She was moaning around the ballgag when I finally gasped and shot my first load of the day up her now nicely tightened up ass. "Mmmmm," I said, pulling out of her and moving around to wipe my sticky cock off in her blond, then curly (she'd recently permed it) hair. She sighed in an obvious combination of relief and disappointment when she saw it was me. I unsnapped the ball gag, pulled it out of her mouth, and fed her my cock. "Ohh nmmmmm," she moaned cheerfully as she started slurping away at it. She was cleaning it expertly with her lips and tongue when I sighed and started to piss in her mouth. If I had to piss and Erica was handy, she got on her knees and opened her mouth. She didn't like it much, but she knew she had no choice... at least, not if she wanted to keep seeing me. That goes back to Erica's and my first illicit encounter. Chuck was out of town for a weekend and she and I had run into each other at a campus movie. We'd watched it together and she'd let me get very affectionate, and then gotten even more so on the walk home... then tried to shut me down with a quick blowjob at Chuck's door, claiming she 'wanted to be a good girl'. I'd dragged her inside and raped her brutally that night, discovering to my shock (and pleasure) that she really enjoyed rough use (the rougher the better) and had apparently been starved for it for years with Chuck. She'd made me so mad with her dickteasing that I'd beaten her badly with my belt that night, raped all her holes repeatedly, then not allowed her to sleep on the bed (Chuck's bed) with me for the rest of the weekend, forcing her to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed with her hands and ankles tied together behind her and her panties stuffed in her mouth. I'd also forced to write out a statement saying she was my willing fucktoy from that point on, that I owned her body and soul, and that she would obey me without hesitation or question and with an eager cheerful attitude at all times. I'd done it mostly to protect myself in case she cried 'rape', but much to my surprise, after that weekend was over, she'd started turning up at my apartment on the most bizarre excuses... to borrow a book from me, to bring me a cake she'd baked for me, etc... and of course, once she turned up, I'd inevitably end up using her sexually before I let her leave. After the first several times this happened, I told her to stop making up excuses and just report to me at least twice a week for my use... although I told her that she could keep bringing me food or presents if she wanted. Over the next few months (she kept seeing Chuck, whom she'd been living with for years) I exerted more and more control over her, forcing her to dress even more provocatively than normal (Erica had up to that point always kept the goods on display, but her outfits had always been rather sloppy and casual; under my instruction, she bought and wore clothes that looked better, if more deliberately slutty), to do her makeup better, to flirt more with women and less with men, to break off all her other extracurricular relationships with men, and to gradually wean Chuck off sex with her with a succession of 'headaches' and offering to substitute a handjob for a fuck. I made her reserve her mouth and ass for me (if she blew Chuck, she was not allowed to let him cum in her mouth, for example) and put her on a diet, instituting weekly weigh ins even before she'd officially broken up with him. One of my ex girlfriends, Rachel, had at the time started to confide in me that she'd been having bisexual fantasies. Rachel hadn't let me touch her sexually in years, but when I offered to fix her up with a nice pretty blonde who would do anything she wanted, she became willing to trade sex with me. So I got to watch Erica and Rachel together several times, and made Erica watch Rachel suck me off and fuck me several times, too. Rachel wasn't really a natural submissive like Erica was, so sex with her was both vanilla and emotionally uninvolved; she didn't have the erotic dependence on me Erica did. Still, I enjoyed having my ex's mouth, pussy, and even ass available to me occasionally. Actually, I only got to fuck Rachel in the ass twice; she disliked it so much she offered to start paying me for sex with Erica instead (the two of them hit it right off). I told her I'd take her money as long as she paid me in front of Erica (to make Erica feel demeaned) but if she was going to limit my access to her body, I wanted more oral and vaginal sex with her. She reluctantly agreed and for a while, it was almost like I was dating her again; once or twice a week the three of us would get together so she and Erica could have sex, and during those get togethers I'd fuck Erica, too; two or three other times a week, Rachel and I would go out to a movie or do something else date-ish, and then end up having sex at her place or mine. Rachel never failed on any of these opportunities to offer to pay me quite a bit more if I'd just stop making her have sex with me, but all I'd ever take from her was $20 for her weekly sessions with Erica, as I enjoyed forcing her to screw me against her will too much to give up. She eventually moved to Boston and became a full time dyke, not just bisexual, but on her twice or three times a year return visits, she always wanted to spend time with Erica, and I always made her suck me off to do it. Anyway, after a few months Erica had asked me meekly if I would let her break up with Chuck and be mine 'officially', and after thinking about it, I said yes... under the conditions I've already mentioned, and others, such as that while Erica could only fuck me and other women, I could fuck anyone I wanted. Which brings us back up to date for the moment, with Erica, eyes tightly clenched closed and groaning in disgust deep in her throat as she struggled to swallow my piss. She gulped and gulped and gulped, trying to keep up with it, and almost did it, but after ten seconds or so, the excess started spilling down her chin in a golden stream and dripping off onto the floor. She could feel it and hear it running over and squinched her eyes even tighter as she redoubled her efforts to swallow it all, knowing that making a mess like that would just make her punishment last longer. I sighed and finally finished up. I pulled my soft cock out of her mouth. Erica opened her eyes and looked up at me miserably, running her tongue around her lips and chin. "Sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "You s'prised me. Please don't be mad?" "You made a mess on the floor," I told her, moving around to sit on the couch after turning on the TV. Erica whimpered as I did that. Normally, if I'm going to be watching TV for a while, that's her 'suck off time', when she gets to just kneel on the floor next to the couch and suckle my cock. The object isn't to make me cum; often my cock isn't even hard. She just likes to suckle it, sometimes for hours, nursing at it with her lips and slurping it with her tongue. Although occasionally I make her do it with her wrists tied behind her back (this is what we use her bras for, since she's not allowed to wear anything more than panties around the house, even if I'm not mad at her), she finds even that infinitely preferable to being tied to the coffee table while I watch TV. She knows better than to beg or whine while I watch TV, though; that would REALLY get me mad. So she knelt there silently, hopefully thinking about what a really bad little girl she was, just whimpering from time to time and getting a crick in her neck trying to look back over her shoulder at me, as I watched about twenty minutes of some terrible Saturday morning cartoons. Finally I got up again and turned the set off. Erica immediately said, "Damien, please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry, if you let me up I'll be good, and I'll clean up the mess I made, I will, really! And I won't give you any backtalk or bad attitude and you'll be so proud of me?" She was sniffling, but she knows better than to cry any time I'm not actually beating her. I enjoy seeing a woman cry from me hurting her physically, but I despise emotional manipulation through tears. I ignored her and went into the bathroom, took a dump, cleaned up and came back out. "Some little girls are very selfish," I said, not seeming to be addressing anyone in particular. "They don't seem to understand that their actions, and their failures, have consequences... and not just for them, which doesn't matter because they deserve it, but for me. I'm being punished too. I don't sleep well without my slut in bed with me. And I just had to take a shit and then wipe my ass myself, and why? Because my toilet girl is tied to the coffee table because she can't be bothered to follow my simple instructions." Erica was whimpering now. "I know," she whispered, sniffling more. "I'm so sorry, Damien. I know I disappointed you." I sighed. "If you stay fat, Erica, I'm not going to want to fuck you any more. Is that what you want? For me to not find you attractive any more? Are you trying to make me get rid of you? I can get on the phone right now and Ellen will be moving her stuff into this apartment by tomorrow night. Is that what you're trying to make me do?" Ellen is the girl who had been my first slave. She was the first real experience I had with such a relationship. Basically, after a year of her telling me that she loved me like the big brother she never had and really cared for me as a friend but she didn't have THOSE feelings for me, I'd managed to talk her into letting me hypnotize her... ostensibly to help cure her allergies and give her more self confidence. Naturally, I implanted post hypnotic commands that turned Ellen into my willing slut. Ellen had been a natural submissive like Erica, although unlike Erica, who had been fucking around since she was 10 or 11 looking for someone to control her utterly, Ellen was sheltered and innocently virginal and wanted to save herself for her husband. Still, Ellen got addicted to the sex and the humiliation soon enough, and to being degraded and physically tortured very soon thereafter. We'd stayed together three years and she still considered herself to be my property, but the problem with dom/sub, S&M relationships is that they just burn out over time and there's nothing you can do about it. I'd taken Ellen as far down the road as I wanted to, and after everything I could think to do to her physically and emotionally, and after sharing her with several women and even turning her into a K9 slut, the only thing left to do with her was the gangbang scene... letting my male friends, and then male strangers, have the use of her. I've never wanted to share my toys with other men, not even for money, so at that point, I just let her go, setting her up to go into a more conventional, vanilla relationship with a male friend of mine who'd had a crush on her for years and had no idea of the real nature of our relationship. (I'm very loving to my partners in public, as long as they show the proper attitude of deference and submission.) She actually wound up marrying the guy, although I still got letters from her every few weeks telling me she missed me and she belonged to me forever and sending me a few more Polaroids of her. My going away present to her had been a male Malamute puppy, and the Polaroids generally showed her having sex with him (now a very grown up and well hung beast indeed) or the various women she was constantly having affairs with. (She was very restricted in how much sex she had with her husband, since it still made me jealous. I'd put her under orders to substitute hand jobs for fucking as much as she could, and if she just had to fuck him, he only got her cunt, not her mouth or her ass, ever... and it went without saying that she was totally vanilla with him; no man would ever tie Ellen up or torture her but me. All of which meant that poor Ellen sucked off her dog and had him fuck her in the ass two or three times a day, plus she sought out female dommes to keep her properly disciplined.) Erica reads all Ellen's letters and enjoys looking at her Polaroids, so she knew that all I had to do was make one phone call and Ellen would be here tomorrow, dressed however I instructed (or naked), panting, holes open, ready and willing to take Erica's place. "No," Erica cried out now. "No, please Damien, don't call Ellen, I'll be good, please, let me be good." So I went over and untied her, then had to help her up because she was so stiff after a night in that position. "Go take a shower," I told her kindly, kissing her forehead. "Then put on a pair of panties, get in here and clean up this mess, and then make me breakfast. Do I have to tell you where you'll spend the entire weekend if I catch you sneaking food?" "No, Damien," she said gratefully, huddled against my chest. "But I'm so hungry. Can I please suck you off in the shower?" "No," I said. "You don't deserve to suck me off yet." She couldn't walk well yet, and she didn't deserve coddling, so I gently lowered her back down to the floor and she crawled, groaning painfully, into the bathroom to take her shower. Afterwards, she came out, limping a little from the stiffness but much less hobbled up, with her wet hair up on top of her head, in a pair of red silk panties she knows I like because I bought them for her. Erica isn't allowed to wear anything but panties in the house, and she's only allowed to wear panties when I tell her to, otherwise she has to be naked. The only exceptions are if the doorbell rings, and she has a robe hanging on a hook next to it for that. (It's a thin silk kimona that covers her without concealing anything, as the lower hem is just below her cunt and doesn't fully cover her ass, and she's not allowed to tie the sash on it tightly, but can only loop the sash loosely around her waist to mostly cover her tits... if she's really careful how she moves.) She can't even put the robe on without my permission, or open the door fully to anyone if I'm not home. I was laying on the couch reading. She came over to me and I turned my face up to her and smiled, which is our body language for wanting a kiss. So she wriggled happily and perched on the couch next to me and gave me a deep long wet tongue kiss, which was nice. I know she was hoping I'd get hard again and let her blow me, and making out with her for a few minutes as I played with her tits and pussy did get me hard again, but I wasn't ready to fully forgive her just yet. (When you have a sub who enjoys being humiliated, degraded, and beaten, you can only use disapproval to discipline them. I don't care for it, but it's something I've learned. As I mentioned before, if I'd beaten Ellen or Erica every time they did something wrong, they'd be constantly disobeying me just to get punished. They both sincerely love walking around covered in welts and bruises given to them by their owner.) So after a few minutes kissing and fondling her, I pushed her away and told her to clean up that mess she'd made. She pouted, but not much, and promptly got a rag and soapy water... at which point I glared at her and said "What the hell do you have a TONGUE for, stupid?" So she got down on her knees and licked up the piss she had spilled, sobbing inaudibly as she did it because she knew I was mad at her again. After she was done she looked up at me from her hands and knees and whimpered, obviously wanting to return to the couch for more cuddling, but I sent her firmly out to the kitchen to cook my breakfast. I had to pop my head into the kitchen a few times while she was scrambling eggs and making french toast, to let her know I was watching. I didn't catch her sneaking food either time. That doesn't mean she wasn't doing it... Erica is a little kid in some ways... but she was smart enough not to get caught. I could have gone over and smelled her breath or kissed her, but a couple of mouthfuls of bread wouldn't ruin her diet. Sometimes you have to overlook things. She brought my food in on a tray, knelt next to the couch, cut it up, and fed it to me sweetly, a servile display that always makes Erica wriggle like a puppy because she gets rewarded with so much positive attention while she does it. She'd been so sweet I decided to relent a little and told her she could go get a bra if she wanted, and we could have some suck off time if she were properly restrained. Her eyes lit up, and I said, firmly, "AFTER you do the dishes." So she pouted again, but took the dishes back out and I heard her running water. Just as she finished and had scampered through the living room with a quick smile to me, hurrying into the bedroom to find a bra to tie her wrists with, the doorbell rang. "Oh, SHIT!" I heard her wail. She popped her head back out. "Please, can I not answer it, can we pretend to not be home, PLEASE, Damien?" "One more word and you can answer it on your knees without even panties on," I said. She shut her mouth so fast it was almost comical, hung her head, and went out to the kitchen again. I relented as she walked through, "You can put your robe on." I heard her breathe a sigh of relief. Erica is, strangely, an utter slut, but not an exhibitionist; I've made her flash strangers in public places, but it embarrasses her... especially since her great big tits generally receive a lot of favorable remarks. I heard the door open and Erica mumble something... then the voice of her cousin Jennifer say chirpily "Wow, aren't you guys even dressed yet? Geez! I thought you wanted to go shopping today!" Jennifer, despite the fact that she and Erica actually aren't related (Erica is adopted), have a distinct resemblance. Both are about the same height (5'5). Jennifer is more petite (Erica is big boned, but she has a lush body so it doesn't matter), and while her tits are actually a bit smaller than Erica's 36Ds, (34Cs, I'd estimate) they look just as big (and a little firmer) on her smaller frame. Jennifer has short auburn hair as opposed to Erica's blond (and auburn isn't quite right; it's actually redder than that), but they both have the same wide mouthed, full lipped, snub nosed, big eyed, firm jawed Scandihoovian type St. Pauli Girl faces. Jennifer is fairly slutty, but she's slutty in a much more hypocritical way than Erica is... at least, according to what Erica has told me. Jennifer has had casual affairs with a lot of different guys (and a few women), but she apparently takes inordinate pride in the fact that most of these affairs are 'just fooling around', as she puts it, or, basically, oral sex only, according to Erica. She's shallow, and only 'fools around' with guys who have a lot of money, or are really good looking, or both. She frequently has her 'just fooling around' affairs with guys who are dating her friends, and has on two occasions (again, according to Erica) had them with married men. Not that I care; I screwed Erica when she was dating her ex boyfriend and I'm certainly going to fuck Ellen again someday. But the hypocrisy of Jennifer's attitude just annoys me. Jennifer has also dickteased me in the past, hanging out with me a few times and obviously enjoying my attentions without ever letting me get anywhere with her. Clearly, she regarded me as harmless. She'd been on my To Be Beaten And Raped Until She Cries list, but then I'd gotten involved with Erica, and that had taken up all my sexual energy. I heard Erica say something about how she'd be ready in a minute, and then she was ushering Jennifer in. To say Jennifer was a little flabbergasted to find me sprawled naked across my couch would be an understatement. She looked good; she was in a white button up blouse that left a V of skin bare down to just the start of her cleavage, a faintly pink cardigan sweater, and a plaid skirt that fell an inch above her knees. White socks and loafers completed the ensemble, along with a green hair band pulling her hair back from her face. Then Jennifer's eyes ticked around the room... finding the ties still attached to the coffee table legs, the dildos and vibrators still out on the blanket I sometimes make Erica give me shows on over by the bookshelf, the Polaroids spread on the coffee table that Erica still hadn't gotten around to putting in our albums. Her eyes widened, but I noticed a definite twitch of a smile on her lips, too. She started to say something... and Erica grabbed her by the hair from behind and with a sweet smile at me, hauled her down to her knees. "I forgot I ordered a gift for you yesterday, Damien," Erica said, pouting at me adorably. Jennifer squawked "What the hell? Are you crazy? Don't! Let me go..." Erica yanked her cousin's head up with an expertise she could only have gotten from me, and her hand flashed twice, accompanied by a loud KRAK KRAK. "Shut up, red haired slut," she said pleasantly to her cousin. "Ahhhhh! OWww!" Jennifer gasped, head up, cheeks now bearing blazing red hand prints. "Owwww ERICA... stop it...!" Erica looked at me and sighed. "This fuck thing just doesn't learn, master," she said gravely... the hauled off and kicked Jennifer hard in the side with her bare foot. "I said, SHUT UP, red haired slut. Do you need to be tied to the table and whipped?" Jennifer was staring up at her as if she were crazy. She looked over at me. "You really should shut up, Jennifer," I told her, mildly. "The sooner you start showing us you can obey properly, the sooner we'll stop punishing you." That was true. Of course, once she'd learned to obey sexually, we'd start hurting her just for our own pleasure, but she didn't need to know that now. Jennifer started to say something, and Erica hauled her head up sharply. "Ah AH," she said. "You want to get out of here without nasty welts or bruises all over you, not one more word without permission, red haired slut." Jennifer, unlike Erica or Ellen, had a vanilla bitch's disgust and aversion to being marked up. It must have finally sunk in at that point that she really wasn't going to leave until we let her. She'd obviously noted that the apartment was the only one in the building, and the business on the first floor underneath us was closed on Saturday. She opened her mouth... and then closed it with a snap. She looked up at Erica and nodded as best she could with her head yanked up painfully on a leash of hair. "I'm amazed," Erica said. "I thought this stupid bitch would try to scream for help and keep telling us how we can't do it and there's no way and we'd better let her go until we ball gagged her." I smiled. "She's smart, just like her cousin," I said. "How long did it take you to submit to me, Erica?" She shivered in memory. "You didn't even have to hit me. You just controlled me right from the start, after that time I dickteased you." Jennifer was following this with wide eyes. "Jennifer," I said. She looked at me, mute fear on her features. "Now, I didn't know Erica had invited you over as a present for me, but it's very sweet of her. She's in the doghouse this weekend for being a bad little girl, so I think she did this to get in good with me again." Jennifer didn't say anything, although obviously she wanted to. "The thing is, Jennifer, is that originally this weekend was supposed to be a Rape And Torture Erica Weekend. And the reason it's so thoughtful of her to invite you is that she knows how much I was looking forward to that, and now I can't because she's being punished... so she got you to come over instead. Isn't that nice of her?" Jennifer didn't look like she thought it was nice at all, but since I'd asked her a question, she took it as permission to speak. "Please," she said, trying to make her voice meek, but Jennifer isn't very meek and it was hard for her. "Please, if you're trying to scare me, okay, I'm scared, and I'll apologize for whatever you want, Damien, buh... but if you ruh RAPE me, Damien..." She paused and took a breath. "Yuh you know I'll call the police. Buh but if you let me go now I won't tell anyone about this." I sighed. "Erica, slap the silly bitch." Erica did, with obvious pleasure. Jennifer squealed in pain and gave a half-sob. "Jennifer, when I ask you a question, you answer the question, not use it as an excuse to give a stupid little whiney babygirl speech that makes no sense. Erica, tell her why she's a stupid little whiney babygirl who makes no sense." Erica yanked Jennifer's head up even further and back, so her face was practically upside down staring up at her cousin standing over her. "Because, you dumb cunt, first, by the time we're done with you you won't want to tell anyone about it, you won't even want to leave, you'll love Damien and you'll love me and you'll be begging for more. Second, even if you do leave and tell anyone, it's your word against both of ours. Third, before you ever do leave, you're going to write out and sign a paper saying you came over here to be part of a live slave training fantasy." "And," I said, off handedly, "we'll have Polaroids of you doing the most disgusting things, and believe me, you'll look totally willing in them. Plus Erica knows the names of like fifteen guys you've had sex with, so if you did report us, you'd just look like a whore by the time our lawyer got done cross examining you." Erica yanked her hair and Jennifer groaned as tears began slowly trickling down her cheeks. "But none of that matters, cuz, because you're going to LOVE Damien and LOVE me before we let you go. Now answer Damien's question, bitch... aren't I sweet to invite you over so he can have someone to rape and torture?" She groaned, then gasped "Yuh yes you're suh sweet to duh do that for him cuh can I please ask a question?" I sighed. "Erica, don't slap her this time, punch her. In the face." Erica's eyes lit up and she yanked her cousin's head up hard by the hair and her clenched fist came down so fast I could barely see it fly. There was a fleshy smacking sound and Jennifer yelped "AHHH!" When Erica let her lower her head again, I could see that Jennifer's lower lip was already swelling on one side. "Nice aim, baby," I said, admiringly. "Red haired slut, you will address Erica as cousin or blonde haired slut. You know how to address me, don't you?" Jennifer rolled her eyes up at Erica; tears were leaking down her face now, and she was wincing as she gently probed her swollen lip with a finger tip. "Oh my God," she said, "oh my God, I have a date tonight..." "She needs another one, Erica," I sighed. Erica yanked Jennifer's head back and Jennifer shrieked "NOO NO NO please master sir I know how to address you PLEASE!" Erica looked at me questioningly. "Red haired slut," I said, "are you going to cooperate?" Jennifer glared up at Erica, then looked over at me and forced herself to lower her eyes. "Yuh yes sir," she whispered, softly, but I could hear the venom in her tone. "Well," I said, "you still deserve one more at least for attitude, but I'm going to let you prove your good will. Tilt your head back and ask Erica to punch you in the face nicely... and I'll allow you to also pick where she hits you. If you ask nicely." "Oh God," Jennifer moaned. But then she visibly shuddered and forced herself to tilt her head up. "Um... blonde haired cousin slut... um... please... please punch me... in... in the... cheek? Please?" Erica smiled down at her, reached down and caressed Jennifer's face gently... then hauled off and punched her hard with a ringing smack, right in the cheek. "OWWWW!" Jennifer howled. "Oh my GOD that hurt!" She sobbed, then looked at me. "Please... um... master... may the red haired slut ask a quah question now?" Erica had meanwhile wound her fingers in Jennifer's hair again, smiling balefully down at her kneeling cousin. "Maybe," I said. "Erica, let go of her hair." Erica pouted, but did. "Now, Jennifer, let's see if we have to keep hurting you, or if you can obey a simple instruction." Jennifer looked at me resentfully, rubbing her cheek now, but was obviously attentive. "Stand up and take your clothes off, tramp," I instructed her. Jennifer gave a trapped look from me to Erica. but then, with a sigh, stood up and started unbuttoning her cardigan with trembling hands. "Mmmmm I'm going to love blistering up that soft pink skin of yours, cuz-slut," Erica giggled. I glanced at Erica and said quietly, "Erica, you're still being punished, and your attitude isn't setting a very good example for your fellow slut." Erica looked up at me, obviously stricken. I said, "No, don't apologize, I don't want to hear it. Jennifer, undress faster, this isn't a strip tease, I want you naked." Jennifer flushed and started yanking her clothes off faster, tossing the sweater into a chair, sending the blouse after it within two seconds, letting the skirt slide down her legs and kicking it into the chair, sliding her panties down off her auburn thatched pussy.. we'd have to shave that for her, or Erica would... and kicking them aside, then unsnapping her front hook bra and tossing that over onto the pile, too. She bent and took off one shoe, then the other, then skinned her socks down and off. Then straightened up with a little flourish, blushing as she stood naked in front of me. "Good," I said. "Now, back on your knees, naked slut, and crawl over here and put your head back on this table." Obviously wondering and dreading whatever was about to happen, she did, crawling over, leaning back against the coffee table, and resting her head back on it, the edge of the table at her neck. "Now, here's the deal... you can ask all the questions you like, and I'll answer them... pleasantly, if you ask nicely, unpleasantly, if you don't... as long as Erica's pussy is on your mouth and you're licking it in between questions." I watched her face, which was upside down from my vantage point. Jennifer's features wrinkled up in distaste as I told her that, but at least she was smart enough not to say anything. "Don't look like that," Erica said, taking her robe off and sliding her panties down her legs. "Nancy told me you ate her out all night when you slept over there last month." "Erica," I said mildly, "I think from now on you'd better not speak unless I speak to you first. You're starting to really piss me off. You're a tool I'm using to train Jennifer with, and until you make me believe you deserve to be treated any better than that, that's ALL you are... a thing I use. You're not dominant to Jennifer right now, and you're setting her a terrible example, and if I have to speak to you one more time about this, you're going in the toilet for an hour. Got me?" Erica opened her mouth to reply, caught herself in time, and nodded her head several times frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Good," I said. "Now go sit on the red haired thing's face." Jennifer started crying a little harder when I called her a thing, but she didn't try to move as Erica walked over, straddled her head, put her knees on the coffee table on either side of Jennifer's ears, and then mounted her cousin's mouth with a sigh. She looked up at me nervously. "Talk to her like you love her, Erica," I said. "Make her feel at home." "Mmmm cuz," Erica said immediately. "I always wanted you, baby. Nancy said you were good. Show me, honey. Come on. Eat your sweet cousin. You know I love you. Show me you love me too." She held Jennifer's head and rubbed her shaved pussy on her cousin's mouth. Jennifer rolled her eyes up at me, then I could hear faint slurping sounds coming from Erica's pussy. Erica sighed again. "Mmmmm little baby cousin is such a good cuntlicker," she said. "Nice tongue tip on my clittie, there, baby. Oh, yeah. Make Erica cum good, sweetie. Oh, you're so sweet to me." After about five seconds of slurpy mound-munching sounds, I heard Jennifer's muffled voice say "Please, I'll be good and do what you want, you don't have to hurt me, and I won't tell anyone, please, just tell me what you want and don't hurt me okay?" She stopped, then went on hastily, "Master, sorry, Master!" Erica pouted and ground her pussy harder on Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gagged but started to lap again, judging from the sounds. "Normally sub sluts don't bargain, Jennifer," I told her. "But that's fine. Just so you understand that that deal means that when you do disobey us, I do get to hurt you, and I will, and it will be your responsibility, because you will have given me permission by disobeying." "Mmmmm sweetie," Erica cooed to her cousin as she continued to rub her pussy against her mouth and reluctantly licking tongue. "He's gonna hurt you so much. So good. Mmmm I love you, baby cuz. Ohhhh. He's gonna find a way to make you say 'no' and then he's gonna hurt you and hurt you, darling. Ohhhhh. He'll never stop hurting you but it's okay because you'll learn to like it like me. Ohhhh baby girl lick my sweet pussy. Mmmmm it's nice, isn't it? You like it, don't you? You love me, don't you?" Jennifer gave a despairing groan into Erica's cunt at that, but kept eating her. I said, "And when you do say no, I will torture you, until you learn that 'no' is the one word that no slut is ever allowed to say to her owner. Do you think you can learn that, Jennifer?" She groaned again, but then said "Yes sir, yes ma'am, I can learn that, I have already learned that, the red haired slut has learned that it is the one word sluts are not allowed to say to their owners, yes sir." Erica sighed and wriggled on her cousin's face. "Who's the slut here, cuz?" Jennifer moaned and said "I am the slut, cousin, me, I'm the slut." Erica giggled. "I'm a slut too, cuz, so you're a slut for a slut. You're sub to sluts, you stupid cunt." She saw me glance at her. "But I wish I was, baby, I love being sub to sluts, oh, sweetie, I love you so much." Jennifer moaned in between licks, "Yes, I am a slut to a slut oh God I'm such a whore. The red haired slut is a cuntlicking slave for the blonde haired slut." I walked over and kicked Jennifer lightly in the ass. "Tell Erica how you feel about her, red haired cunt." Jennifer slurped at Erica's pussy for a second, then said "Oh, Erica, I love you so much, I always wanted to be your whore, I always wanted to suck your pussy for you, thank you so much for letting me." I said, "And who is your owner, Jennifer? Who do you belong to?" She sobbed. "I belong to you, Damien, and to my cousin Erica, I am your slut." "Sluts can't own property," I said, regretfully. "You belong to me, Jennifer. But you are submissive to Erica. Anything she tells you, you do, unless it contradicts with something I've told you." Jennifer had been slurping away louder and faster at Erica's pussy during that little speech. Now she said "Yes sir, I am your slut and I am Erica's sub slave. I am a slut to a slut. I am the lowest of the low, sir." "She's adapting to this pretty quick," I said. "Has someone trained you in sluthood before this, Jennifer?" "Yes sir," she sobbed, licking Erica in between words, "when I joined Roberta's Wicca group I was required to service all the other adepts for my entire 90 day initiation period." Erica blushed at that, she'd been through her own Wicca initiation rituals. "Did they make you do the big black dog?" she asked her cousin, sounding honestly curious. "Servicing the Earth Hound is an important part of an adept's submission to Gaea," Jennifer recited by rote as she continued to suck and slurp at Erica's pussy. "And the Earth Steed." "They made you do a HORSE?" Erica gasped. "They never made ME do a horse." "How's that horse sperm taste, red haired cunt?" I asked her. "Salty," she sobbed. "Enough talk for now," I said. "Not another word until you make Erica cum." Jennifer and Erica both sighed at once. Jennifer brought both hands up to Erica's ass, closed her eyes, and started munching Erica's cunt in earnest. Erica started to moan throatily. I got up and walked behind Erica; Jennifer had most of one hand buried in Erica's pussy and two fingers sliding in and out of Erica's ass. I raised my eyebrows. An experienced little whore indeed. Erica cums quickly; after another minute or so, she threw her head back and gave the distinctive purring moan that means she's having an orgasm. I let her finish, then hauled her off her cousin by the hair. "Ow owwww OWW!" Erica whimpered as I pulled her off. "Jennifer, stand up," I told the red headed girl. She quickly got to her feet, running her tongue around her lips, watching me and Erica warily. "Now, things haven't been bad so far, have they, slut?" "No sir," she said, running her tongue over her lower lip. "No sir, the blonde haired slut has a sweet pussy. I told you, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me, please." "Erica, go get the big red pipe wrench," I said. She pouted and looked sullen. I pulled her head around and looked down at her. "Girl, you better move with a purpose. Give me one more second of attitude and your cousin can cuddle me tonight while you're tied to the picnic table outside, after you spend the afternoon with your head in the toilet." There is an old, half rotted, wooden picnic table on the small lot behind the building our apartment is in; I had, on one occasion before when I was so angry with Erica I'd been tempted to just throw her out forever, tied her naked to the table for the night. It corrected her attitude problem quite nicely; she NEVER wanted to spend a night naked and helpless in the open air again. Now she looked up at me, eyes gleaming, lip trembling. "Yes, Damien, yes sir, I'm getting the big red pipe wrench, I'm a good girl, I love you, yes, right now!" She started to pull away and I yanked her head up. "Kiss goodbye, slut," I said. "Always kiss goodbye and kiss hello. You're forgetting the rules already." So she kissed me deeply, moaning, and I let go of her hair. She ran out into the kitchen and pulled the tool drawer out and got the wrench I was talking about, a huge five pound chunk of rusty metal with red paint chipping off a 14" long metal handle that I'd found under the sink when we moved in and used sometimes to punish her. I looked over at Jennifer. "Did you hear that, red haired slut? Where's my kiss hello?" By the time Erica brought the wrench back in, Jennifer was in my arms with her head tilted back and was kissing me deeply and eagerly. I had one hand playing with her tits, the other cupping and squeezing her pussy. Jennifer, being the kind of manipulative little slut who knows exactly what's best for her at all times, was moaning faintly, arms around my neck, kissing me enthusiastically, and rubbing herself against me wherever she could. Erica, knowing better than to interrupt, stood to the side with the pipe wrench, glowering. I took my tongue out of Jennifer's mouth long enough to tell her to put it down on the couch, then I held out my arm to her, and she came over and snuggled in as I continued kissing her cousin. Finally, I broke the kiss. "Jennifer, go get your panties." She looked puzzled, but took two steps and retrieved them from the chair. "Now," I said, "you and Erica kiss and make up. And I'd better like the kiss, girls. From now on, the kiss goodbye and kiss hello rule applies between you two, too." Erica immediately grabbed her cousin by the shoulders, and Jennifer, to her credit, didn't hesitate, letting Erica pull her into a clinch and an open mouthed kiss in which both their tongues were instantly fully engaged with each other. They began moaning as they slurped at each other's mouths, Jennifer running her hands over Erica's body, caressing Erica with the panties in one hand, Erica immediately digging her fingers into Jennifer's cunt and ass. I picked up the Polaroid and took some pictures of the two of them frenching and fondling each other, their chins all shiny with each other's spit. It went on for several minutes and clearly both girls were getting more and more into it. Finally, I said, "That's enough, sluts." Erica stopped immediately, eyes glazed, mouth open and panting. Jennifer moaned a little bit and ran her tongue around Erica's lips, then turned to face me, also panting. "From now on, whenever the two of you see each other, you greet each other with a kiss," I said. "Like that. And I don't mean just here. And whenever you have to part for a while, you kiss each other goodbye. Like that. Got it?" Erica's eyes lit up. Jennifer flushed. "Yes sir," they both said. "You two aren't cousins any more," I told them. "You're sisters. Sister sluts. You belong to me. That means you love each other, help each other, and please each other. You only hurt each other when I tell you to, for my amusement. You're happy to see each other, you get together all the time, you love to spend time together, whenever you have a chance you make each other cum. You hold hands, hug, cuddle, and kiss, in public and private. Now Erica, tell your sister Jennifer what you think of her." Erica turned to Jennifer and kissed her cheek and mouth sensuously. "I love you, sister," she half sobbed, licking Jennifer's lips and sucking her lower lip away from her teeth before letting it snap back. "Now, Jennifer," I said. Jennifer kissed Erica back, deeply, tonguing her mouth thoroughly with a moan, arms around her neck. "I love you, sister," she half sobbed to Erica. "I want to make you feel so good. Please let me." Their tongues met again and they were kissing and crying on each other and it was all very Oprah, in some demented timeline where Oprah is an S&M domme. "Now, Jennifer," I said, "since Erica is being punished, shove your panties in her mouth." The real Jennifer immediately resurfaced. BAlling her panties up, she growled with a huge mean grin "Open wide, you BITCH," and when Erica did, shoved her panties into Erica's mouth so hard I thought Erica was going to choke on them. Tears started down Erica's cheeks at her cousin's words and harsh actions. "Don't be mean, Jennifer," I said. "You love your sister. Apologize for sounding so mean and reassure her of your love." Jennifer immediately kissed Erica's mouth, which was held open by the panties, and her cheeks, and her eyelids. "I'm sorry, baby, I love you," she cooed to her sister- cousin. "You're not a bitch, you're my sister and my lover, and I never want to hurt you." Jennifer looked over at me, bright eyed. "Can I hurt her, Damien, please? If you order me to I have to, right?" Erica gave me a pleading look. I sighed. "Jennifer, look at that look in Erica's eyes." Jennifer did. "We don't hurt Erica when she is being punished. Being hurt is not punishment for Erica. Being hurt is a reward for her." Erica's eyes were wide now. "Erica, this is partially your fault, you set a terrible example of a submissive slut for your sister. Go sit at the end of the couch and put the wrench handle up your ass." Erica moaned around the panties and tried to say something. "ALL the way, of course," I said. "Unless you'd prefer the other end?" I'd once made Erica try to shove the wrench end of the huge thing up her ass and while she'd barely gotten the first flange up her, it had nearly killed her. Now she was shaking her head, tears flying. Then she practically ran to the end of the couch, sat down with her legs spread, and started feeding the rusty metal handle up her ass with a muffled groan. "You have her trained nicely," Jennifer said, watching as Erica slid nearly a foot of metal up into her slut ass, eyes closed, sobbing around the panties in her mouth. "You're setting a bad example too, red haired slut," I warned her. She immediately shut up, but unlike Erica, gave me a brief resentful glare before she lowered her eyes. I took Jennifer's hand and gently drew her over to the couch, sat down at the other end from Erica, and pulled her down to straddle my lap. We started making out, and I knew Erica was watching us petulantly, as her cousin stroked my cock with a deft, knowing hand while kissing me deeply with a wicked, expert tongue. "I could use a slut like that myself," Jennifer said in between long mouth slurping kisses. "Can I borrow her for a weekend sometime?" I sighed. "You just don't learn, slut," I said, and took her by the hair and slapped her face hard, forehand and backhand. "This is just play now," I told her. "This doesn't even count as torture. You get me much madder and I'll go get the pliers out, though. Ever had anyone use metal pliers on your nipples, your pussy lips, or your clit? Erica would love to do it to you. She'd do it enthusiastically. She might even tear your pussy lip right off, I don't know." Jennifer sobbed and kept her eyes lowered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, don't torture me, I'll do better, I love Erica, I'll be nice to Erica, I will!" "Fine," I said, "now I think you should shut up until I ask you a direct question." Then I went back to enjoying her mouth and her body, kissing down to suckle her nipples... they were nice, quarter sized, light pink, erecting into perky little hills of flesh, tasty and soft between my teeth... pushing four fingers up her cunt, and worming another one up her ass. She groaned and squirmed uncomfortably but didn't say anything, and for a long moment I thought she was going to be sensible enough not to protest, as I fingered her holes deeply while suckling her nipples. Then she said, in a tone that was way too aggravated sounding for a proper sub to use, "Could you please, kind of, stay away from my ass? It's really sensitive and I just don't like to have it... I mean, I'll suck you and fuck you, but can we just leave my ass out of it? Please?" She seemed to realize she'd made a mistake, as she then quickly added, "Master? Please?" I told her to get on her knees and suck me off, and obviously thinking she was on familiar terrain here, she promptly got down and started licking up and down my prick languidly. Erica had had tears running down her face as she fucked herself in the ass with the wrench handle and watched me make out with her cousin, deliberately excluding her to punish her... but now she was staring at me and at Jennifer with a very knowing look in her eyes. I smacked the top of Jennifer's head and told her "I told you to suck me off, slut, now cut that shit out and start sucking." Jennifer flashed me an almost murderous look, but obediently opened her mouth and slid it over the tip of my prick, swallowing up my prickhead and swirling her tongue on it. I looked at Erica, looked at the wrench up her ass, then looked down at Jennifer's ass, and nodded to Erica and gestured around behind Jennifer. Erica nodded back, and if her mouth hadn't been stuffed full of panties, I think she would have smiled a very nasty smile. As it was, she slipped off the couch and let the wrench handle slide out of her ass, taking care to be quiet. I had Jennifer by the hair now and was pumping her head on my cock, up and down, fairly fast, jerking off with her mouth, and she was glaring up at me while I did it and making little protesting sounds that were nearly growls around my cock. Not at ALL the attitude one wants in a proper sub. As Erica knelt behind her and brought the wrench handle around, I wrapped my legs around Jennifer's neck and said "Now, listen, you little slut... if you think saying 'no' gets you hurt bad, you don't even want to know what happens if you bite me. But I'll tell you this much, you won't walk out of here under your own power if you do. So DON'T BITE. And keep sucking. And remember, it's all those nasty looks you just gave me, along with that nasty tone when you were asking me not to fuck your ass, that got you into this." Jennifer's eyes were wide with fright now, as I kept pumping her head by her hair on my cock and tightened my legs firmly on her shoulders to hold her in place. I saw her eyes roll over to the side and realize Erica wasn't on the end of the couch any more... and then I saw her eyes change as she felt the metal wrench handle being inserted into her ass. "Bite me and you're done," I warned her again. "I'm not kidding." Jennifer's eyes were practically bugging out of her head now and she was practically screaming around my cock... but she was very careful not to even nip me as Erica shoved that wrench handle home in her ass. "Suck me," I told her. "Get me off in your mouth and do a good job if you don't want to make me madder than I am already. And believe me, you don't." Jennifer looked up at me again and now there was no attitude in her blue eyes, there was just agonized pleading... then she slowly started to swirl her tongue and pump her mouth on me, as tears began running down her cheeks and she groaned in pain around my cock. I looked down past her back and ass and saw Erica sitting there crosslegged, the wrench handle jammed up Jennifer's back door to the wrench head. Erica had it in both hands and was smiling as she turned it around and around, rotating the wrenchhead in her hands, causing the handle to turn around and around in her cousin's rectum. I unwound my legs from Jennifer's shoulders. She sobbed but continued to suck me diligently. "This is what you get when you try to set limits," I told her. "This is what you get when you piss off your sister slut. This is what you get when you give me nasty looks, or have a bitchy attitude. Sluts are not allowed to do any of those things, Jennifer." I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and off my cock. "Are you a slut, Jennifer?" "aaaaAAAAAAHHHHH aaaaaaNNNNNHHHH aaahhh," she cried, gulping and sobbing, "Oh GOD it HUUUURRRRTTTSS please PLEEASSSSEEE..." I slapped her face hard. "I can make it hurt a lot more, Jennifer, if you don't answer my question. Ask your sister. And unlike her, you don't like it when I hurt you." "Yes yes YES YES YES YES YES I'm a slut I'm a slut I'm a SLUT SLUT SLUT," she groaned in anguish, "Please please PLEASE fuck me in the ass all you want but PLEASE TAKE THAT THING OUT OF THERE PLEASSSSSEEEE..." "Erica, stop turning the handle in your sister's ass for a minute," I said. Erica looked poutie but she stopped immediately, while still keeping it firmly jammed up her cousin's back door. "Now, Jennifer, whose slut are you?" I asked her. "Your slut YOUR slut YOUR SLUT, oh, I'm YOUR SLUT, Damien, please..." she sobbed, looking up at me, crying hard now. "No more attitude, I won't be bad, I'm sorry I made my sister mad, I love her, I love YOU, I'll be good, please please PLEASE..." "And who owns your ass, Jennifer?" I asked her, gently. "You do," she sobbed, "YOU do, YOU DO, YOU DO YOU DO YOU DO -- " "Shhhhh baby," I said, taking her wet face between my hands. "It's okay. Are you going to be good from now on? Do you promise?" "Yes Damien I'll be good I'm a good girl I'll be good I'll be nice I'll play nice with Erica I'll do what you want please please..." She looked up at me. "Please Damien let me be a good girl for you and a good sister slut for Erica." "If you're not good, I have permission to torture you, right?" I asked her. "Since you promised, if you ever set limits or try to bargain or give me nasty looks or are mean to your sister again when I don't tell you to... that would be the same as saying 'no', right?" She blinked her eyes several times... then said in an almost inaudible voice "I don't want to be tortured Damien please...?" "Then will you be good?" I asked her again, implacably. "Yes," she whispered. "I promise I will be good." I sighed. Then I slapped her face hard. "Then why the fuck haven't I cum in your mouth yet, bitch?" She groaned, then practically shoved my cock into her mouth and started pumping her head on it while she sucked away at it ferociously, moaning and slobbering and slurping as she blew me. Her eyes were wide open, rolled up to look at me like a cow's waiting for the hammer to come down. She was making muffled "mmmmmfffff mmfffff mmfffff" sounds as she banged her head up and down in my lap, her open eyes pleading with me to cum. "Don't swallow it all," I told her. "Save a nice big mouthful for your sister." Jennifer groaned in acknowledgement, then moaned in relief as I started to breath hard. I put my hands on her neck and groaned as I felt my orgasm coming up from my tingling balls... then gasped out loud as I started to shoot off in Jennifer's avidly pumping mouth. "Mmmmphhhh," she moaned, clenching her eyes shut as I spurted my sperm into her mouth. After a second, I heard her swallow it with an 'ulp', then another long couple of seconds went by, with her still pumping her head, as I shot her mouth full again. Finally she swallowed that with another 'ulp', eyes still on me, and I groaned as I felt the last jets of that particular orgasm being pumped out of me by her sucking mouth. She sighed and let her mouth fill again, this time letting some white sticky cum spill out over her lower lip and down her chin. I pushed her head off my cock. "Erica, come get your breakfast from your sister. Leave the wrench where it is. Jennifer, if you move at all you'll probably drive that handle deeper, so hold still." Erica immediately pulled the panties out of her mouth and scrambled around on her hands and knees to me and Jennifer, put her hands on Jennifer's face, turned her own open mouth up, and drew Jennifer's mouth down to hers. Jennifer, trying not to swallow or lose any of my cum, wincing as she was forced to joggle the handle inside her a little bending over Erica's face, covered Erica's open mouth with her own. I could hear slurping sounds, and Erica swallowing rapidly, as Jennifer fed her my cum. "Nmmmmm mmmmm ulp ulp ulp," came from Erica's happy mouth. The kiss between the two became wetter and more intense; Erica's arms went around Jennifer's waist, and Jennifer's slid around Erica's neck, and they both slid down to the floor, mouths fused together, tongues slurping back and forth. "Mmmmmmm mmmmmm," Jennifer moaned as she kissed her cousin. "Rrrmmmhhhhh nmmmmm," Erica murmured back. As they'd slid to the floor the heavy wrench had changed positions and started to pull out of Jennifer's ass; Erica reached behind her cousin as they kissed, grabbed the handle, and stuffed it back up where it belonged. Jennifer groaned at that, but didn't stop kissing Erica, if anything, she ground her mouth down on Erica's harder, pushing her tongue deeper. I could hear them murmuring to each other between slurps now, Jennifer saying "Oh yeah cuz I love you so much yeah fuck my ASS oh yeah shove it IN me" and Ericae sighing "Oh baby cuz I love you mmmm I love the way you take it in your ass mmmm kiss me more and more." After another five minutes of kissing, Jennifer began kissing down Erica's body, obviously hungry for another cunt-snack. But I was bored with girl-girl fun right now, I wanted to torture Jennifer, which meant I had to make her say no. "Jennifer," I said. "Hold still." She froze on her hands and knees. "Erica, take the wrench out of your sister's ass." Erica, mouth puffy looking from all the intense kissing, eyes glazed with lust, rolled out from under her cousin, crawled behind her, and pulled the heavy metal wrench handle out of Jennifer's ass. It was stained and encrusted with Jennifer's and Erica's shit, of course. "Now, Erica," I said, "bring that around so Jennifer can clean it up." Erica shot me a knowing look, then brought the heavy wrench around to in front of Jennifer's face. Jennifer looked at it and visibly recoiled. "Uh... can I get a washcloth, or..." "Show her, Erica," I said. Erica immediately, obediently, bent down and began licking the wrench handle clean. Jennifer's eyes bugged out. "Erica, stop. Now Jennifer... clean it up." Jennifer looked up at me, tears welling up in her eyes again, face wrinkled in a look of utter disgust. "Damien... I can't. Really, I CAN'T do that. God. I'd puke. Pass out." I smiled at her. "Thank you, darling. You don't have to. Erica, tie Jennifer to the table." Erica looked like she was torn between pouting and giggling, finally, she laughed. "Okay," she said. "Come on, slut." Jennifer looked back and forth from me to Erica. "Oh god," she said in a small voice. "Oh my god I'm going to get tortured now? Oh, please..." She started crying in earnest. "SLUT," I said, "GET YOUR ASS TO THE COFFEE TABLE AND ASSUME THE POSITION." Jennifer slumped onto the floor and curled up in a ball. "No no no no I was good I'm a good girl I don't wanna be tortured no no no no..." Erica and I looked at each other. "Boy," I said, "that's a lot of 'no's." Erica smiled. "Some sluts just don't learn," she said, practically purring. We picked Jennifer up, me her arms, Erica her legs, and carried her into the bathroom. She was still sobbing and going 'no no no no no'. We dropped her and I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. She went 'ooowWWWWW' and scrabbled up and around to get her knees under her, which was perfect. She looked around, disoriented, looking up at me and Erica. "Hey," she said, "come on, that was disGUS -- " And I slammed her head into the toilet. We keep the seat up all the time when Erica is being punished, because toilet seats are something bad sluts don't deserve to use. So Jennifer's head went right below the surface of the water. She went "GLUB!" and immediately began to thrash. I held her down, and Erica got up and straddled her shoulders, pressing her shaved cunt to her cousin's neck, pulling Jennifer's hair away first so they had skin to skin contact. I flushed the toilet. As the water swirled out, Jennifer had a chance to breathe. She promptly started screaming. They all do that at first, but they learn. I moved behind her. Her screams abruptly were muffled as the toilet refilled and came up above her face. Erica leaned forward slightly, looked up at me. I nodded, and she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me hard again. The water in the toilet stopped running. Jennifer had stopped screaming. I flushed it again. This time, as the water swirled out, I heard Jennifer take a big gasping breath, then hoarsely shriek "I'll do it I'll lick the shit off the wrench I'll -- " The water was coming back up then and I heard her gasp in a breath. My cock was hardening nicely, but I let Erica keep sucking it. The water stopped running again and I flushed the toilet. Once again, Jennifer, sounding more tightly controlled now, said very quickly "I'll do it, I'll do anything, I will..." I said clearly "Next time I flush, listen to my instructions." Then the water was back up over her face. Erica was still sucking away industriously at my cock, squatting on Jennifer's neck, holding her cousin's head down in the toilet. Fortunately for Jennifer, I make Erica scrub it every day. The water stopped running and I flushed again. I heard Jennifer take a big breath, breath out, take another. "I'm going to let your head up slightly," I told her. "Then Erica and I are going to do what we want with you. If you piss me or her off, your head goes back down and stays down for fifteen minutes. Got it?" The water had swirled up over her face again. I pulled Erica under her arms a bit, and she took more weight on her feet and straightened her legs a little. Jennifer brought her head up, her neck still tightly against Erica's cunt, but her face out of the water now. "Yes," she said, "yes sir, I got it, please, do what you want with me, I'll be good, I'll do what I'm told, I will, please..." "I've heard that before," I said. "Jennifer, I'm running out of patience with you. If you piss me off one more time... well, I don't know if you'll live through it. I might lose my temper." I could hear her sobbing, echoing in the toilet bowl, as she doubtless wondered if she would ever get out of this horrible nightmare. But through her sobs, she said "I'll be good... I mean it... I will..." "Let's see," I said. "Erica, let her up and put the seat down. Jennifer, you may move up, but don't change positions. Erica is going to sit down and you're going to put your head down between her legs. Got it?" They switched positions. Now Erica was squatting on the toilet and Jennifer was kneeling in front of her, head pushed down so her lower face was shoved into Erica's pussy. "Now, Jennifer, I'm going to fuck you in your slut ass," I said. "Is that okay? Do I have your permission?" "Yes yes yes," Jennifer moaned into Erica's pussy. "PLEASE fuck me in my slut ass, Damien. Please. It's your ass. Take it." "And, Jennifer... while I do that, Erica is going to piss in your mouth, and you're going to drink it. Can you do that for her?" I waited, to see what Jennifer would say. Jennifer gave a choking little half sob... but after a second or so, finally said, "Yee-e-es..." I slapped Jennifer's ass cheek hard. "Then reach back and pull your cheeks apart, slut." She reached back, grabbed her cheeks, and yanked them apart for me. I pushed my cockhead, wet from Erica's mouth, up against Jennifer's pinkish brown pucker and began shoving it in. Fortunately, she'd been loosened up by the wrench handle, not to mention being half drowned, so I slid up into her without any real problem. She groaned against Erica's cunt. I started banging away at her tight ass. I'd already cum twice in the last hour or so, so I wasn't in any hurry to go off again. Sodomy doesn't have to be about orgasms, but it's always about domination; when someone takes a dick up his or her ass, it's the ultimate submission. Jennifer didn't realize it, but she'd reached a turning point and it would get better from here. Not because I'd be nicer to her, but because she was learning to like it, just like Ellen and Erica had. To need it, even. Erica sighed and I heard liquid running into the toilet. "You can't be drinking too much of that, slut," I said, slapping Jennifer's ass cheek again. She grunted and I heard her start to slurp at Erica's pussy and swallow over and over again. The liquid sound became intermittent and I knew Jennifer was drinking her cousin's piss. "Good slut," I said, and caressed Jennifer's back, still slowly, steadily pumping my cock up deeply into her rectum, then smoothly back out again. "That's a good piss drinking ass slut." Jennifer sobbed, but kept slurping at her cousin's bald pussy, drinking down her piss. Erica stopped pissing after a minute or so, and I could hear Jennifer crying into her cousin's cunt. I kept humping her ass for another several minutes. Then I pulled out, stood up, and pulled Erica's head forward. She looked up at me gratefully and took me into her mouth. I held her by the ears and fucked her mouth about ten strokes and came again. Erica groaned in satisfaction and gulped it down. I sighed and pulled out of Erica's mouth. "Jennifer, kneel up here." Jennifer turned around, sticky faced, bleary eyed, hair all mussed, and looked up at me miserably. I rubbed my softening cockhead on her mouth. "I have to piss, slut," I told her quietly. She closed her eyes... gave one big sob... then opened them again... looked at me... and opened her mouth. I patted her face. "That's a good cunt," I said. "But I'll just piss on you this time, baby. Get in the tub." She almost gratefully scrambled into the tub and lay on her back. I pissed all over her, directing the stream up and down her body. She trembled under it, turning this way and that, lifting her arms up, pushing her tits up into it. When I'd finished, I knelt on the edge of the tub and said "Suck out the last few drops, Jennifer." She immediately pulled herself up, knelt in front of me, took my cock in her mouth, and slurped out that last little four or five drop spurt of piss that's so hard to shake out sometimes. Her eyes closed but fluttering, she swallowed it easily. I had her and Erica both shower down. While they were in there, I went out, got the wrench, and not being in the mood for scat play (I pretty much find it disgusting anyway) I held it in the shower and let it all wash off onto the two of them, then down the drain. Jennifer looked at me with real gratitude on her face. I let them towel each other down, going back out into the living room to sit on the couch. I turned the TV on again. After about five minutes of giggles, both girls, hair still faintly wet but combed, came out, padded around in front of me, and stood, with their heads down. "Little Blonde Slut and Little Red Haired Slut reporting, clean and ready for use, sir," Jennifer said, obviously having been coached by Erica. I sighed. "Erica, come here." Erica came up obediently and without being told, got on her knees in front of me. I said "Look at me, sweetie," and when she did, I slapped her face hard. Her head rocked to the side... then she looked back up at me, her cheek bright red, a tear running down it. She smiled and sighed happily. "You're not mad any more?" I cupped her chin, leaned down and kissed her deeply. After a minute or so, I said, "How can I be mad? It's Rape and Torture Erica Weekend." I yanked her hair hard enough to make her cry out, then twisted her nipple cruelly. She groaned. "Oooohhhh yesssss," she moaned happily. I looked up. Jennifer was watching with interest... and more than interest, I thought. "Now, red haired slut... you have a choice. Frankly, I'm tired of putting so much work into you. So, if you want, you can write out that statement Erica told you about, and if I like it, you can get dressed and leave." Jennifer looked startled... and then a little pout came to her face. "Um... sir... what is my other choice... please?" "Well," I said, "if you want, you can stay, and we'll take Erica to bed for a few hours while she's still all pink and unmarked, and we'll play, and you two can show me how much you love each other, and how much you love me... and then, we'll bring Erica back out here and officially start Rape And Torture Erica Weekend." "Oh," she said in a little tiny voice. "But," I said, "if you do, no more nonsense.... you belong to me fully, heart and soul, you do what you're told, you understand that except when I say otherwise you are sub to Erica, you never give me or her attitude... and you understand that part of the fun I will have with you, from time to time, is torturing you." I looked at her sternly. "You also understand that I know no one's submission is perfect, and you, like Erica, will piss me off from time to time, and when that happens, you will be punished. A little, or a lot. And if you stay, you understand that if you piss me off a LOT, you go back to the toilet. And this time, not nice and gentle like we were before. This time, it won't be clean the first time we shove your head in, and I won't flush it." Jennifer was trembling now. "But... but you'd only do that if I was REALLY bad, right?" "Yes," I said. "Otherwise, you just get tied to things overnight, get beaten... at least, until you start liking it... get ignored while I play with Erica, get hurt and humiliated by Erica... that sort of thing." She bit her lower lip and blinked at me and Erica several times. "Wuh... what exactly is involved in Rape And Torture Erica Weekend?" she said, finally. I smiled. I looked down at Erica, who was looking up at me all misty eyed at the thought. I pushed her head down and she started suckling me, humming a little as she did it. "Well, basically," I said, sighing as Erica fellated me hungrily, running my fingers through her damp hair, "we tie Erica up so she's totally helpless... and then... we use our imaginations." Jennifer looked at Erica for a long time. Then she looked up at me... and smiled. Nervously, but it was a smile. "Okay," she said. "Let's take my slut sister to bed. Um... sir." Chapter 4: You're as Old as You Feel Erica looked damned good in a bikini for a just divorced lady of... "How old are you again?" I asked, not trying to hide how frankly I was admiring her 36D-30-35 figure as she walked over and perched all 5'5 inches of her on the chaise lounge next to me. She swatted my arm lightly and took a sip from the can of Pepsi in her hand. "You should know better than to ask a lady that question," she said in that light alto voice that always seems to be on the verge of either a giggle or a sensual moan. She bent forward to put the Pepsi on the cement next to the chaise lounge, taking her time, knowing I was looking at her big, sexy, heavy breasts as she bent over, that I could see the hard points of her nipples pushing through the light pink fabric of her bikini top. Her shoulders were sprinkled with brown freckles and so was her cleavage; if anything, it made her look sexier. Her honey blond hair hung down over her face, not quite shoulder length, curling up nicely at the ends. She shook it back as she sat up again, smiling impishly at me. "I didn't ask a lady," I said, teasing her. "Hey," she said, "be nice to me. Once upon a time I was very nice to you. I'm 32 on my next birthday if you must know." "I invited you over to use my pool despite the fact that you brought your new husband along when you finally came down to Georgia to visit me," I reminded her. "That's pretty nice. And you look awful damn good for an old divorced and remarried broad of 32. " "Thank you," she said, leaning back. "And thank you for inviting us over. Although I should point out to you that my finally coming down to Georgia to visit you is what my new husband thinks of as our honeymoon." She smiled wickedly at me. "Remember, I was just shocked to run into you at the mall yesterday. Shocked." Erica and I, as you would guess from this exchange, had mutual history. A little over ten years before, a round of what she would have called 'harmless flirting' led to me brutally raping and beating her, after which she became my devoted slave, supposedly for life... although eventually I'd gotten bored with the relationship and released her, after about three years. Without my firm guiding hand, Erica had gained a lot of weight while she moved on to another guy whom she had eventually married, stayed married to for about six years, then divorced. She and I had gotten into email contact but we'd been living far apart. We regularly exchanged fairly steamy emails and Erica had sent me a very nice series of lingerie and nude shots of her to show that she'd lost all the weight I remembered her gaining right before her marriage. We'd talked about at least visiting, but before we could, she'd met someone new (Erica needs a guy in her life, she just can't stand being by herself) and, after a few months, they'd gotten engaged. I'd been pretty pissed about it... Erica belongs to me, and I have the piece of paper, written by her and signed in blood, to prove it. I'd let her go once, but I'd never found another slut slave anywhere near as hot or as responsive as she was, and I'd been expecting that, now that she was divorced, she'd get her ass down here and back to where she belonged eventually. Having her take up with some new guy far away had really enraged me, so I had sent her a nastygram and then broken off contact. She had kept sending me emails begging for forgiveness until I finally broke down and told her if she really wanted it, she had to come to Atlanta and prove it. She promptly wrote me back saying she was getting married to this idiot, but she was sure she could convince him to honeymoon in Atlanta, and she would do whatever she had to to prove that she needed my forgiveness and love. So, here they were. She and this latest idiot of hers, John, had had the bad luck to make reservations in the one hotel in all of Atlanta that had their pool closed down for repairs in this, the hottest week of August. I looked over toward the archway leading into my apartment building. "Is whatshisname coming out?" "You know perfectly well his name is John," Erica replied pertly, "and he will be out as soon as he finishes taking a shower." I reached over and took her hand. "Does he take long showers?" She sighed and squeezed my hand briefly, then pulled hers away. "Behave yourself," she said, a note of pleading in her voice. "I'm trying to be respectable these days." I asked. "Does he know about our history?" "No," she said quickly, "and please don't tell him. He's very possessive." I frowned at her. "I seem to recollect that when little Ericas ask for favors, they are supposed to be in a certain posture." "Oh, God," she whimpered. "Damian, he could come out here any time..." I dropped her hand. "Fine," I said. "I see that 'I'll do whatever I have to to make it up to you' means 'I'll do whatever is convenient or I'm in the mood to do'." I started to get up. "Tell John I hope you guys enjoy using the pool." She scrambled off the chaise lounge so quickly she nearly sent it toppling over, falling on her hands and knees on the concrete next to mine, then pushing herself up on her knees and clenching her hands together tightly, looking up at me, her eyes imploring. "Please, Damian, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've been a total bitch to you, I should have gotten your permission before I married him, but I was so lonely, please, please..." I looked her over dispassionately. "I don't care who you're married to, Erica," I said, finally. "What pisses me off is that you seem to have forgotten who owns your ass." She blinked and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't, you own it, but you didn't want it before, you let me go, and I did ask your permission to get married the first time to Paul, and you said fine, and I... I was mad about that and... it's been so long and... but I'm sorry, and you still own me, Damian, and I will always be your property, please, please, don't be mad at me. I'll divorce him if you want me to! I will! Right now! I'll tell him to leave and I won't ever go away, I'll be yours forever, you can do whatever you want with me, just tell me what you want me to do!" I sighed. "I kind of like you being married to someone else, actually. But you should have asked me for permission. And you do need to demonstrate to me that I'm still the most important person in your life." She was quiet and still for a second, then said "Well, if you want me to stay married to him, I have to be careful in front of him. Is that all right?" "Get up and sit on your chaise lounge," I said quietly. "But watch your attitude towards me." "Yes sir," she said, contritely, obeying me, turning to face me. Then she smiled and asked "Is John in sight yet?" "I'll tell you when," I said. "Please keep your eyes open, Damian," she said, as she leaned in closer and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue tip flicked tantalizingly around my lips, then darted into my mouth for a brief flickering instant. In addition to the best cocksucker I've ever had, Erica is without a doubt the best kisser. I wanted to put my hand on her neck and prolong the kiss... say, for half an hour or so... but I knew if we both got started we WOULD get caught. She leaned back. "This is going to drive me crazy," she moaned. "God, Damian, just let me divorce him. I want to be your whore right now and I don't want to have to care who's watching." "Shut up," I said. "You married him, you're stuck with him... for a while. Now show me your nipples." She blushed. "Well, I... I suppose I have to," she said, but her voice was bright and mischievous. "I mean, they belong to you..." She hooked her hands in her bikini cups and pulled them down, letting me see her heavy, pendulous breasts fully, including her light pink, very hard, nickel sized nipples, for the first time in over ten years. I reached out and lightly touched one, then the other, with the tip of my finger. "You get that way for me or for him, you worthless married cunt?" Her eyes closed and fluttered as she gave a soft sighing little moan. "I pinched them hard so you could see them through my top before I came out," she answered in a low, throaty tone. "I want to cum in your mouth," I said quietly. She pulled her bikini top back up and adjusted it. "Yes, Damian, I want you to," she said, "but as I recall it takes you forever to cum from a suckjob and he'll be out here any minute." I smiled. "But you'll find a way," I said. Erica's tongue tip came out and traced her lips. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, sir, I'll find a way." "Soon," I said. "Yes," she murmured breathily, pulling her bikini bottom to the side so I could see her shaved cunt, and rubbing her finger in between her lips with a sigh, "yes, Damian, very soon. God! Just let me dump him! I could get on my knees right now, and..." "No," I said, "but that reminds me, just because you're married to him doesn't mean he gets to fuck you. Have you gone down on him?" "Damian!" she gasped. "He is my husband! Of course I've given him head!" "Did you swallow his cum?" I demanded. She lowered her head. "Well... yes," she said in a contrite little girl's voice. "I have to, Damian! I have to swallow! I'm a good girl!" "Well, from now on, no head for him," I said, grimly. "You want to suck a cock, you suck mine. You can give him handjobs, but you CAN'T eat his cum afterward." She whimpered, but then said "Yes, sir," in a dejected tone. "Has he had your ass?" I asked her. She sighed. "A... a couple of times," she admitted, blushing. "Well, he can't have it any more," I told her. "Who does your ass belong to?" "You," she said, eyelids lowered, looking at me through her eyelashes. "I'll... I'll save it for you, Damian." "Damn right. And he only gets pussy once a week," I said. "And nobody better get you pregnant but me, cunt." She groaned. "Damian, I'll do what you want, but Jesus, we're on our honeymoon! Just let me dump him! I can't just not fuck him on our honeymoon...!" "Get sick," I said. "Get headaches. Get him drunk. Find another slut to keep him happy. I don't care. LOOK AT ME, ERICA." She looked up into my eyes, guiltily. "Can you lie to me and get away with it?" She flushed guiltily, doubtless remembering times in our past when she'd tried, and looked away from my eyes, then licked her lips. "No... no sir," she said. "I can't ever lie to you and get away with it. I know that, sir." "Well, I'm going to ask you about this, and if you suck him off, if you let him have your ass, if you fuck him more than once a week... then you'd better get used to fucking him and only him for the rest of your life. Not only won't you get me, you won't get anyone else, either... no other men, no other women, not even other dogs." I paused. "And I won't ever lay a hand on you again." She quivered. "I'm sorry, Damian, please don't be mad, I won't, I won't let him fuck me more than once a week, I'll give him handjobs..." She looked up, lip trembling. "How long do I have to stay married to him, Damian?" "I don't know," I said. "Until I think you're punished enough. Now straighten up and behave like we're just old friends and you're in love with your husband. And tell me how you're going to arrange to suck my cock soon." She sat back on the chaise lounge. "Um... after he comes out I'll have to go back in to get something and you can come in with me because he'll have locked up and brought you your keys. Okay? Then I can suck you off." I said, "And how soon can we have a real fuck session?" She wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. "Well, we're going out to that steakhouse around the corner from here for dinner tonight. He'll most likely drink a lot. After he's back in the hotel room passed out I can come back over here." I smiled. "You're gonna go home with my sperm in every hole you have," I said. "Well," she said, eyes brightening, "you do own me. Mmmmm... I wish I could get on my knees right here and pull your swim suit down and..." I smiled and waved over her shoulder. "Hey, John!" I yelled. Half an hour later, a bunch of the Sunday regulars started up a volleyball game in the pool. I was asked to play but begged off; the last time I played in one of those games I was limping around for two weeks afterward. I'm not a kid anymore, I just act like one. John, however, was one of those work out addicts who was in great shape, and there were several decent looking young women playing, and he was easily talked into joining in. He tried to get Erica to play, but she said it looked too much like work for her vacation. Fifteen minutes later, they were all totally engrossed in the splashing action. Erica smiled over at me, then got up and went over and got her new hubby's attention. "I told him I had to go the bathroom," she said as she came back over. "Come on. I think you want to lock your apartment up when I'm done, right?" "Yeah," I said. "I should lock the place up." She and I waved to John as we walked off, me holding up my keys and jingling them. He just nodded and went back to the game. "Okay, he's an idiot," I said, slipping my arm around Erica's shoulders as soon as we were into the building out of sight of the pool. She put her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder as we walked. Her other hand reached over, rubbed my ample, hairy stomach, then slipped down into the front of my trunks and grasped my cock in a knowing, familiar grip. Erica likes to pretend to be shy, but she really isn't at all. "He's trusting," she agreed, as my cock hardened in her soft, talented fingers and she began to pump it in my shorts while we walked. "You know, if you wanted to beat me up for getting married again without your permission, and for not being accessible to you for so long, I could understand that." Her breath had gotten a little gaspy as she said that; Erica loves being hurt more than she loves feeling like she's being raped, and she loves being raped a LOT. "How long has it been," I said, as she idly jerked me off while we walked, "since anyone beat you up like you deserve?" She kind of moaned and rolled her head on my shoulder as we stopped in front of my door. "Not since you," she said. "I've been so vanilla for so long..." I smiled. "I think you're about to fall down the stairs," I said. "Or bang into my doorway really hard, anyway." In my apartment with the door closed, I pulled her to me for a long wet open mouthed tongue thrusting kiss, interrupted only by moans and gasps as our mouths came apart intermittently while we yanked each other's swimsuits off. I don't know whether I then pushed her to her knees or she just dropped there as soon as we were both naked, all I know is, she was on her knees in front of me on the patch of carpet right in front of my apartment's front door, my cock swallowed up in her avid, talented mouth, blowing me like my dick was her last meal, blond head bobbing, tongue swirling, lips flexing, moaning greedily as she sucked and slurped. Erica is one of those rare girls who honestly and wholeheartedly just loves to have a cock in her mouth, loves to give head, and especially loves to swallow cum. Most girls who swallow that I've known do it to make their guys happy. Erica loves to make guys feel good but she also simply loves the sex. My hands were all over her; on her soft, smooth, freckled shoulders, rubbing, on her neck, kneading, running through her soft silky hair. I even leaned down slightly to grab and squeeze her soft sexy tits in both hands, making her lean forward with a groan to keep my cock in her mouth as she sucked away diligently at it. After maybe a minute or so of this, she pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me, her eyes frantic. "I really want to eat your cum Damian but this is going to take too long," she said. "What's the fastest way for you to get off in me right now?" "Is your first choice really to get me off in your mouth?" I asked her, framing her sweet, sexy, flushed face in both hands as she looked up at me. "God yes, but..." she gasped. I laid a finger over her lips. "Okay," I said. "This won't take long. Just open wide and let me do the work." I sank the fingers of both hands into her hair, getting a good double handful of her thick blond mane. She obediently made an O with her mouth, her pink tongue lashing around the circle of her lips once. I yanked her head forward almost viciously and slammed her open mouth down over my cock, thrusting my length forward into her mouth and throat. "Gmmmpphhhh!" she gurgled as I rammed my dick home in her oral orifice. I then proceeded to fuck her face like I was a wild animal, driving my hard on in and out of her tight, ovalled lips at a hard, brutal, raping pace, sodomizing her mouth, pumping with my hips, yanking her head back and forth in time with my strokes. "You cocksucking cumeating married WHORE," I gasped, as I fucked her slurping slut mouth harder and harder. "Dicklicking sperm slurping BITCH..." I gasped as I hammered my cock in and out of her groaning, sucking mouth. Within 30 seconds I could feel the tingling of an imminent orgasm in my dick and my balls; at just under a minute, I groaned and emptied my balls into Erica's gulping, gobbling gullet in a shuddering, spurting stream of salty, sticky sperm. "EAT my fucking CUM you cocksucking newlywed SLUT" I gasped as I drove my spurting dick into her mouth again and again. She gasped and gulped, swallowed and slurped, lips flexing, throat pulsing as she drained my cum eagerly, her eyes never leaving mine, the 'ulp ulp ulp ulp' sound of her chugging my semen down nearly as thrilling as the orgasm itself. Finally, I let go of her hair, stepping back to pull my rapidly softening cock out of her mouth. "Nannh," she whimpered like a puppy, leaning forward with tongue extended from her open mouth to lick at my cockhead a few more times. "Mmmmm," she sighed contentedly as she took my cockhead back between her lips and suckled it some more. "Fine," I said. I put my hands on her head and held her there. "You want it? You got it." I sighed and started to piss in her mouth. Erica has swallowed my piss before, so she was probably expecting it; whatever the case, she closed her eyes and began gulping it down like a pro. After I finished, my cock continued to shrink, and finally, after a few more seconds, she let it out of her mouth reluctantly. She got shakily to her feet, pulling herself up my body with her hands, leaning on me finally, cheek against my chest, gasping. "God," she said. "You like totally raped my mouth, Damian. And fucking PISSED in it." I slipped my arms around her waist, squeezed her naked, sweaty asscheeks, slipped my middle finger up her wet pussy from behind, as I leaned down and nibbled her neck. "Did you hate it?" I murmured in her ear, slipping my tongue in and out, stirring my finger in her hot, soaking cunt. Her hand went down and grasped my sticky cock possessively, squeezing it, as her pussy clamped down on my finger and she gave a long sibilant sigh. "It was awful," she sighed quietly. "Horrible. Terrible." She paused. "Seriously, I swear to God, you are the only person on Earth I would ever let piss in my mouth. Of course, it's not like I've ever 'let' you do anything..." She sighed. "I suppose you're going to rape me again later tonight, aren't you, and in my pussy and my ass, too?" I sighed. "If you don't get this sexy ass back in your bikini and out to the pool," I said, "I might do it now." "Mmmm," she said. "Yes, darling. Rape it hard, right now, please. Then I'll go back out and tell him I'm dumping him. Please let me?" I sighed. "Stop asking me that," I ordered. "I'm going to enjoy making you cheat on him for a while, you whore." "Yes sir," she said remorsefully. "Want to smack me a few times before I go back out? Please? Pretty please?" I yanked her head up by her hair and brutally slapped her face. She groaned, and I pushed her away slightly, then slammed a hard punch deep into her soft tummy. She gasped explosively and went to her knees. I yanked her head up by the hair again and saw tears starting to stream down her cheeks. "One more?" I asked her, feeling my groin stir again. "Puh please," she gasped. "In the arm where it will show if I wear something sleeveless tonight." So I punched her hard in her shapely upper arm and she groaned, biting her lip as tears slid down her face. Then I bent down and gently helped her up, kissing her tears away. "Thanks," I said, "I enjoyed that." "Oh God," she groaned in my arms. "Me too, but now I'm gonna be sore all day... you're so MEAN to your little Erica..." She lifted her head up and kissed me, tonguing my mouth deeply. "God, I've missed you." As she kissed me, she rubbed her soft, trim stomach against mine, and moaned. "You're all hard again, darling," she murmured. "You'd better cum in me again quick before we go back out, or he might suspect..." "Slut," I said, smiling lovingly, and punched her in the stomach again. She moaned and doubled over, and I turned her around and slammed her forward, ramming her beaten, bruised stomach onto the back of my couch. She sobbed but her hands went back to pull her asscheeks apart for me and I jammed my cock up into her soaking wet cunt from behind. I was so turned on that it took less than ten in-out pumping strokes for me to shoot a second load up into her hot, grasping pussy. "Ohhhhhh," Erica gasped, "you came in me, you CAME in me, oh GOD thank you Damian..." I pulled out of her and she turned around, went to one knee, and slurped my cock back into her mouth again, diligently cleaning my sperm and her cunt juice off it with her lips and tongue. She then reluctantly packed her amazing body back into the swimsuit, gave me one more long lingering wet kiss, and went back out to the pool. I gave her a couple of minutes lead and then followed her, locking up the apartment. John apparently hadn't even noticed we were gone; the volleyball game was very hotly contested and he was apparently reveling in being the star player. Erica and I moved our chaise lounges close together so we could talk and at one point I said "I think you could have sucked me off right here and he wouldn't have noticed." She giggled, moving to keep the towel draped over her tummy so the bruises forming there wouldn't show. "That would be fun," she sighed. When the game finally broke up, John came over and sat with us. He didn't seem terribly physically affectionate with Erica, which struck me as an utter waste, since Erica is a cuddle puppy who would happily spend all day with a lover's hand up her cunt and tongue in her mouth if public lewdness laws allowed it. After talking for a few minutes, I was surprised to find myself invited along to the steakhouse with them. Erica winked at me so of course I said yes. After another ten minutes, they excused themselves to go back to the hotel and change. I'd barely gotten back to my apartment when the phone rang. It was Erica. We'd arranged to meet at 7 at their hotel room and then go over to the restaurant, but she pleaded with me to come up at 6:15 instead. "He'll be in the shower again and you can use me while he's getting all spic and span," she said. "Please, Damian. I need it so bad. Oh, by the way, my arm and stomach really hurt and look like hell. I told him I bashed the arm on your door; I haven't let him see my tummy yet." So at 6:15 sharp I was outside her hotel room door, which she'd left open a crack so I could listen before going in. I could hear a shower running in the background, and Erica's voice humming and intermittently singing just inside the door, so I pushed it open with a smile. She was sitting there in a drop dead gorgeous green spaghetti strap silk cocktail dress that came down just below mid thigh. The bruise on her arm was coming up nicely rainbow colored. She smiled widely at me, got up, kissed me lightly, closed the door, and pulled me by the hand over into a corner of the room where a closet door stood open. She backed me into the open closet and turned around, bending forward, bracing herself on one of the round, padded hotel chairs she'd dragged over. "Pick a hole and start fucking," she murmured. "He won't come out until we hear the electric razor start and then stop, but if he does, I'll just straighten up and you can back into the closet." I had to admire her. "Move down here," I told her lustfully. "Well, I will, but can it wait until after you let me dump him? I don't want him living around here afterward," she said reasonably, reaching down to the hem of her dress and pulling it up over her naked asscheeks. "Come on, Damian, I want to feel your cum running down my legs while I eat tonight, and everybody is looking at my arm and wondering if my husband beats me, the cad." She giggled. I unzipped, put my hands on her hips, and slipped my cock up her soaking wet cunt from behind. She moaned as I did. "I thought you'd play the back nine," she said. "I guess you never know." I started moving in and out of her wet, grasping cunt easily. "I'm just getting wet, sweetie," I told her. Erica knows I'd rather fuck an ass or a mouth than a cunt any day. After a few more strokes, I pulled my slick cock out of her pussy and pressed the head up against her anus. She sighed and I could see her relax her hole; like I said, Erica is very experienced. I slid up her ass as easily as I had up her cunt, although her ass was tighter and hotter on my prick. "Ohhhhh YESsss," I heard her groan as I shoved home in her backdoor. "Oh GOD yes BUTTFUCK me, Damian." "Uppity bitch," I chuckled, and smacked the back of her head, and then proceeded to do as she asked. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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