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(MF, inc, 1st, oral, anal, exh, bd, rom) *** The Masked Slave was extremely scared and worried when she first saw me. Having broken so many bounds since her divorce, I was the last taboo for the 43 year old woman: a young man, only 19. So much of what she knew as a child was so conflicting with her current quest for freedom that she was visibly shaking and almost unable to speak. Mistress Sand looked concerned when the Masked Slave blew a triple-kiss. Sand knew that letting the Masked Slave speak would expose her, so the kiss was a kind of safe-word for the initial contact with me. She loved the Slave very much; as much as any person she knew. She wanted to give the Slave this gift of me from the trueness of her heart. Mistress Sand was concerned that the Slave would back out, but trusted her to have the strength to carry on. The aging, statuesque blonde stood a full head taller than the brunette Slave and had to lean over to put her ear to the Slave's exposed mouth. The Slave shivered from head to foot in fear and desire as she whispered to her mistress. * "I'm so scared," the Slave said, trembling, "I'm about to piss myself!" "We've covered your face and changed your hair." Mistress Sand was calm and direct. "He'll never know, unless YOU want him to. You can back out any time you want, even after you've started. He won't recognize you, and you can keep the fantasy, all for yourself." The Masked Slave nodded, but continued, "Is it OK for me to do this?" Mistress Sand squeezed and held the Slave's breast. "Right now, you're nothing to him. Just another female here for my pleasure." She pinched a nipple to enforce the point. "He'll NEVER make the connection. To him, y'all are both just toys for ME. Watch his face the whole time and remember the joy he feels: your private memory. YOU are in control from here on. "Look at his big cock. Do you see how engorged it is? That's because of you. He doesn't even know who you are, yet he knows you... are... perfect!" * I watched Sand push her DD cups into the Slave's neck as they whispered back and forth. Obviously, an agreement was made and the Masked Slave looked back to me. Her arms, bound in front, pushed her exposed breasts towards me. Her hardened nipples seem to ache for me. Her widened eyes were uncertain, but even the mask couldn't hide the repressed need. I had been quivering a bit, myself, in confusion and excitement. Having only just made 19, I had never even fantasized the scene I was witnessing that late October evening. It was calming to see the pure affection the 50 year old blonde had for the Masked Slave. She wasn't the only slave at the party. I was there only to service the attendees, not as a slave. The party was just good, dirty fun and at least half the people there were neither Dom nor Sub. So much flesh was present that I could barely hold my still-raging hormones. I had only just started to lighten up when Sand brought this slave to me. "She's a Gift," Sand had said. "I found her about a year ago and I've had an amazing incredible time showing her things she never let herself dream about. She's very athletic: a Belly Dancer when she was younger... and she can handle just about anything you can dish out. Have fun with her." Sand was a gorgeous woman and I was slightly enamored with her, though I knew our relationship was just fun. Formerly a model, Sand had all the stats: 5 foot 11; natural D's that were tastefully augmented; slim but muscular; funny; smart. The silver streaks in her blonde hair only added to her class. How we got together is another story. For some reason, the Masked Slave seemed more beautiful to me. She was a petite brunette. Her leather corset uplifted her C breasts, but couldn't hide the sag. I wanted to grab and squeeze those tits, holding and loving the weight. Her black-lace panties curved over a slightly bulging tummy. Her bony hips stuck out over toned ass-cheeks that belled slightly outward. The Slave was slowly losing a shape that she had worked long and hard for. I wanted those cheeks to smother my face. The mask covered her face, but I could still see lines around her eyes and mouth. Her bright, blue eye-shadow was gaudy, but her hazel eyes bored into me as I stood nude before her. She was the first woman I truly felt naked in front of. Despite a life-long experience of minimal clothing at home, I was shamed by my preference of the slave over the mistress. My penis betrayed me. The head had grown large and red. Escorted by Mistress Sand, the Masked Slave took possession of herself and sauntered over to me. Dutifully following Sand's earlier instructions, I held my hands on my hips. Years of woodwind training had reminded me to keep my stomach slim, my chest out, and my head up. The Masked Slaved kneeled before me in a grace of curves and movement I had never seen. My penis dripped pre-cum, with no contact. The Slave audibly inhaled as the warm, clear liquid fell on her cleavage. Our eyes never left each other. There was a connection I could not deny, as if she was not a stranger. "Do you want her?" Sand was not mocking, merely asking, but she knew that I would take it as such. My natural response was anger and I took control of the situation. I held the Slave's bright, hazel eyes with my own and commanded her actions. "Show me your lips," I said. The Masked Slave obeyed and opened her mouth, stretching the latex and plastic mask. Her full, brightly painted lips formed an 'O' that seemed barely wide enough to take the girth of my penis. I began to realize what Sand was giving me. My success at 19 was based on being a 'Nice Guy': a sweet and cute young man with surprisingly few hang-ups about sex. Not to mention being VERY willing to give pleasure. She was giving me an opportunity to take a woman however I wanted. Not as an aspect of 'manhood', but as something more: the ability to please a woman to her deepest core; to give her something more important than a vigorous three-hour humping; to give her whatever satisfaction that particular woman was missing, be it pain, subjugation, romance, sensual pleasure... or unspoken fantasy. The masked Slave's tongue glistened in her mouth. My penis pointed straight at the wetness. Her need wetted her eyes and her breath came in ragged, short gasps. Without asking or commanding, I pushed my penis into her mouth. The Slave's eyelids fluttered as the head stretched passed her lips. Her tongue moistened its underside. She moaned as pre-cum dripped onto her taste-buds. I held myself there, savoring the warmth. "You really do like older women, don't you?" I couldn't move my eyes from the Slave to look at Sand. "I really do." Sand laughed at me. "A Mommy fetish! I should have known! No wonder you're so sweet to all the women who PAY you to fuck them!" Tears welled up in the Masked Slave's eyes, still locked with mine. "Well, Nick, you can call her Mommy." Sand had dropped her harsh demeanor. "Look at her open eyes, her sweet mouth. Do you see your Mommy there? Imagine those are Mommy's eyes. Imagine that is Mommy's mouth wrapped tight around your cock." Sand knew me too well. "Mommy..." "Tell Mommy what you want her to do." "Mommy, please give me a blow-job." I had barely finished speaking before the Slave sucked my penis deep into her mouth. Feverishly, her tongue worked over me. She swung her head and body back and forth, taking almost my entire length. The drool she had been building up slopped out and around the shaft. "The Slave's entire upper body serpentined, though her knees were spread and her ass was rigid. I thought Sand was teasing me about the Slave being a Belly Dancer. After a full minute highly sensuous movement, the Slave slowed down and concentrated on getting as much of my penis into her as she could. I could have cum from the performance, hard and quick. I stayed in control, knowing that I did not want it to be easy for her. Sand unbound the Masked Slave's arms. The Slave immediately brought her hands up to my rear. The leather gloves felt warm and amazing as she grabbed and stroked my cheeks and the sides of my thighs. She stopped and stared at me again. My fantasy allowed me to see my mother's love there. Holding me with her eyes and hands, the Slave pulled me closer. Her throat muscles worked as my penis went deeper. The thick crown slid into her gullet. A quick tightness shocked me as she slightly gagged. She loosened up as she found control, and worked the head in and out her throat while slathering the shaft with her wet tongue. Drool dripped to her chin; a single bead worked its way to her breasts. There was definitely love behind the Hazel eyes that bound me, but it was the strength that enamored me. This... SLAVE had control of me. Not only was I bared down to my soul but also to the deepest expression of my heart. No matter how I commanded her, she could lead me to any end. I would cum, or not, at her will. I would do, or not do, at her slightest whim. There was only one person in my entire young life that I had felt so genuinely about. I found the strength and control in myself and dropped the inhibitions. Only respect was allowed in this place. In fact, we already had an astounded and quiet audience. I'm sure I heard, at one point, a woman exhale in orgasm when a man said, "...it's the first time." In this community, I was obliged to fully and truly express myself. "I love you, Mommy! I love you so much!" I was nearly to tears from the release. "I love you... love you.. oh, God, you're so good to me..." The Masked Slave waved to Sand and stopped. I was heart-broken, but she held my eyes and spoke to me in a fluid, un-abashed, metropolitan, and disturbingly recognizable voice. "Don't cum yet." Sand quickly came behind the Slave and worked the mask off. My mother looked back at me, from her knees, grinning from ear-to-ear. My tears came freely as I lifted her. We hugged close and tight; skin-to-skin. We were loudly applauded by the small audience and there were tears all around. Holding her slim, muscular waist, I looked back at the most lovely face I had ever known. "I'm ready," I told her. "So am I, Baby." Mom let me push her back to her knees. She pulled the leather gloves off and wrapped her bare fingers tightly around the base of my penis. Her mouth sunk deep, covered me with spit, and released. "Cum in Mommy's mouth, Baby. Let Mommy taste you." Mom sucked and pulled at my penis. Her drool dripped from her hands and chin to her gorgeous chest. I screamed, literally screamed in ecstasy when I released my boiling sperm. Mom swallowed every blast, sucking hard to get every drop. I collapsed before I finished. She followed me to the ground, never taking her tongue or vacuuming mouth off me. She supported herself on my twitching thighs, pulling those tight lips around the crown of my penis. Her mouth finally came off with a 'pop!' We laid, exhausted, on the floor, her head on my stomach. -The Morning After- I woke slowly with a pleasant warmth on my morning wood. Mom was snuggled deep in my arms and the top of her head pressed to my chin. I was so comfortable I didn't want to move. As I smelled her hair and felt the weight of her breasts on my arm, my penis twitched and grew harder. "Mmmm, morning..." "Hi. How ya feeling?" "Sore," she said, chuckling, "but in a good way." "Oh, no, Baby. You felt... you feel great!" Mom squirmed, pushing my penis deeper between her ass- cheeks. Wetness had started leaking from me and the head slid easily back and forth. "I'm all loose from last night." Mom reached down, wrapped her fingers around the base of my penis, and angled me deeper into her crack. "I'm so loose, I bet it would slip right in, if I'm not careful." She was right. The head slipped in and I felt again the heat of her rectum. "Ahhh... see?" We both giggled and then gasped as the first ass-ring tightened on me. "Not so loose, Mom. You feel incredible." "You too, Baby." Her asshole sucked me in deeper, but I took it slow. We had no chance to snuggle the night before. "How many times did you get ass-fucked?" "Not sure... ooohhhh..." I had reached my limit in that position and began working inside her. "At least three times. First by Mistress Pearl..." "Was that the tall Creole?" "Yes. Then a DP with two boys. They had no clue what they were doing, but came quick. Later, you drilled me out..." Mom laid her hand on my ass, pulling me into her. She squirmed as we found our rhythm. "There may have been others after that." For another minute or so I loved inside her tight rectum. "Is it true, Son, about you being a prostitute?" "Yes, kinda. Remember that woman, Cynthia?" "God! I was so jealous of her!" "She's only 29, Mom... I lost my virginity to her." "At 18? You were so shy and sweet. That's partly my fault, I guess." "I'm not so shy anymore." I moved sharply in her asshole. Her lower lip quivered and she arched her back. To keep her from getting too far away, I grabbed a breast and relentlessly pinched and pulled the nipple. "Keep doing that, Baby," she whimpered. A moment later I slowed, stretched my head around and suckled the same nipple. I didn't want her to cum yet, so I laid back down, held Mom's warmth close, and slowed my rhythm in her rectum. "Once she showed me the ropes, we were fucking day and night, almost. She introduced me to an older friend of hers: one of the professors at school. She was nervous... I guess we both were... and married! She insisted on paying me." I realized that I would no longer feel the need to give my mother excuses. "It kind of snowballed from there." Mom turned toward me and said, somewhat petulantly, "So all the time you said you were in school..." "No, no, I love the school work. I've been spending at least 5 hours a day in Shop, before and after class." "Where do you find the energy!?" "From the vitamins you make me take..." She chuckled again, but that only lead to more gasping. "I think Sand filmed us last night." "She did. I told her I wanted pictures... just in case I had the guts to go through with it." "Oh, wow. I want to see that." "I'll tell her to bring us a copy. Maybe watch it with us. What do you think, have some fun with two old Ladies?" "You two might be more than I can handle, but I'll gladly look while I recuperate." "What? Mistress Sand told me you could go for hours..." "Sure, but with you, I cum a lot quicker." "Oh, Baby, you wouldn't even have to cum. I love you so much, you could just keep fucking me forever." My heart welled up. I wished I really could keep fucking her forever, but the heat and grip of her asshole was getting to me. "Mom, I'm about..." "Yes, yes, Baby... do it! Cum in my ass..." I found her clit with my hand. Mom's juices were dripping down her leg to the bed. We both started to lose it. "Oh, yes! Baby, fill Mommy's asshole! Do it, do it! Cum for Mommy! Cum deep inside Mommy's asshole! Fuck! FUCK!" Her arching pushed her asshole down to the base of my penis, almost not letting me pull away for a backstroke. I let it take me all and started to cum. Pulse after pulse of sperm flooded into her. "Ohhh, wowwww," I exclaimed as I calmed down. It was a more fulfilling orgasm than I'd ever had. It was even better than that first blow-job. Mom shook and twitched for a full two minutes as I shrunk and fell from her rectum. "Damn. Now I'm hungry." "Still a growing boy! OK, Stud! Get up and hit the shower while I make coffee. You get to cook, though!" 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