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Mom\'s New Boyfriend

Part 1

Mom’s New Boyfriend – Chapter 01

By Tappy McWidestance


My name is Brittney. I am 19 and your average California teenager. I was raised on the beaches near LA, was into sports (and boys) and ended up going to UCLA on a swimming scholarship. That made my mom, Cathy (43 years old), very happy. She is a casting agent and divorced my father six years ago. While she is involved in the film industry and makes enough for us to live comfortably, we are by no means rich and not having to pay for college was a big plus for her.


My dad left us when I was 13 to hook up with some young blonde girl who seemed thrilled to be with an older (by 20 years) guy. I don’t know why he really left. My mom was, and still is, beautiful, but maybe after 15 years of marriage they didn’t click any more. Divorce was certainly the norm in our social circle and I don’t think it really affected me that much. I didn’t turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the pain. I was already competitively swimming and that plus school took all my time.



My mom didn’t start dating right away after dad left. She worked a lot and went to the gym at least 5 days a week. In LA age is no excuse for growing old.  I was left primarily on my own. I wasn’t a troublemaker and I guess she trusted me. She dated occasionally, but really didn’t talk too much about the guys she saw. In retrospect she must have been getting her sexual needs tended to, but at least until I was in college I never really noticed. Sure I could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy that she (as my best friend described) “needed to get laid” but we didn’t really talk about it.



As for me I lost my virginity my senior year in high school. I had dated the guy for a while and I admit it was more because of the peer pressure of being the last virgin in my group that I let him fuck me. My friends always told me the first time was not satisfying and they were right. I hoped it was just because he didn’t know what he was doing and hoped things would get better. We broke up soon after. My next boyfriend pressured me on our second date to suck his cock. Again I am weak when it comes to peer pressure. He was good looking and told me he other girlfriend all gave him head so I did too. That was he first time I tasted cum.



My girlfriends and I had discussed that previously as well. They had mixed feelings on the subject as to enjoying the taste. I can’t say I loved it, but it wasn’t too bad. I did find that he was very happy after blowing his load and that made me feel good.  A blowjob quickly became the end of date ritual for our meetings. He wasn’t pressuring me to fuck him, which seemed weird, but my friends said that was good because then I couldn’t get pregnant. And besides, “he’ll never get you off as good as your fingers.” I knew they were talking about masturbation, but I’d never actually done that. I played along agreeing with them.



I’m sure you know where the story goes from here. I didn’t want them finding out I had never had an orgasm (or masturbated for that matter) so I quickly dispatched both problems. Damn, I thought. Why hadn’t I done this earlier, I mused as I lay panting on my bed after my first cum. No I didn’t become a nymphomaniac if that is what you’re thinking. The end of my senior year was spent dating, partying, sucking cock and making myself cum quietly in my bedroom hoping my mom didn’t hear me. Like I said, a pretty standard upbringing.



My Freshman year at UCLA brought a dorm room and roommate (even though my mom’s house was just off campus the dorm was free with my scholarship and I wanted the full college experience). My roommate was a nice girl, although she seemed a bit lost in the big city. She was from Utah and wanted to major in film. I didn’t have much time to worry about her. The swim team took 4 hours a day. Between that and attending classes and studying I had little time for socializing. That was OK with me for a while, but soon I needed to have my “happy finger time.”



I carefully waited until my roommate was asleep and then slowly and quietly would finger my clit until I came. I found it exhilarating to be doing that while she slept just 10 feet away. I also found that going slower than I was used to caused me to tease myself and really let the orgasm build. This was new to me and I liked it. The hard part now was being silent. That too became part of the thrill. I wanted to moan and shout in ecstasy, but I couldn’t.



This is how my first semester went. During Christmas break I hooked up with my friend who liked me sucking his cock so much. I convinced him to fuck me, but as I expected it wasn’t that great. I fingered myself as soon as I got home. That was much better.  It was during break that mom mentioned she had been dating a guy she met at the gym.  As I had learned more about my sexual needs I was happy for her to have a guy to take care of her. If she met him at the gym he was probably in good shape. She wouldn’t give me many details (his name was Peter and he was 46 but that was it) but she was definitely in a good mood so we know what that means.



Just after school was back in session is where our story takes a major detour. It was a Friday night like so many others. Swim practice was over and we didn’t have a meet this week. I had two whole days to relax and hopefully find a good guy to hook up with at a party. About 6pm, however, I started to feel really sick.  The last thing I wanted was to spend the weekend sick in the dorm so I figured I would go home. At least my mom could take care of me if I was stuck in bed. I went out to the parking lot and of course, my car would not start. Today was going from bad to worse. Apparently I had left the lights on last night.



Luckily one of my friends happened to arrive at that moment. She didn’t have jumper cables but agreed to give me a ride home. Lacking a better option I grabbed some laundry I needed to do and headed out. My mom wasn’t home when I got there which wasn’t a big surprise. I was still feeling sick so I headed to my room, stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers.  Then I remembered I brought laundry. Dang it. I got up and went down the two flights of stairs to the basement. I started my load and then trudged back upstairs to my room and back into bed. I must have fell asleep because I woke when I head the garage door opening. It was dark out. I looked at the clock and it said 1:30am. That seemed out of place for my mom, but so be it. I peaked out the window and saw a car in the driveway with a man standing next to it. This must be the mysterious Peter I presumed. I saw my mom walk out of the garage. She was staggering a bit and obviously a little drunk.



I remember thinking she shouldn’t have been driving. I’d have to talk to her about that. Then I watched as she threw her arms around him and began to kiss him passionately. Instinctively I backed away from the window, although I continued to peak around the edge of my blinds. His arms were wrapped around her waist holding her up. I was shocked when she took her left hand and grabbed his right wrist. She then guided his hand under her short skirt. It was as if she was masturbating herself using his hand in the open view of our driveway. Was this really my mom I was watching?



After about 30 seconds or so she pulled his hand back out from under her skirt and began to suck his index finger. Damn, I thought, mom is definitely more sexual that I thought. She then turned and pulled him toward the garage. I heard the door begin to close. I peeked out of the window again and he was not in his car and he was not leaving. I began to panic a bit. I realized my car wasn’t there and I had not called my mom. There was no way for her to know I was here. I couldn’t just walk out of my room. We lived in a Cape Cod and our bedrooms were adjacent to each other. I had a pretty good idea what my mom had planned for him and I wasn’t about to spoil that. I lay back down on my bed and pulled my blanket over my head.



As I said my life (and our story) took a detour that night. Although it took them about 10 minutes to come upstairs to mom’s bedroom I didn’t take me near that long to realize my panties were soaking wet after watching them on the driveway. In fact my fingers were already dancing over my clit before I heard her bedroom door open. I was doing my best silent masturbation technique. My mom was not so worried about being heard. I’d never heard her say a dirty word before but I did that night.



Sound travels pretty well between our walls. It travels even better when you crack your door open and your mom didn’t bother closing hers because you were supposed to be at school. Between an endless chorus of “fuck me harder” and “make me your whore” which I wouldn’t believe came out of my mom’s mouth if you paid me, and four really good orgasms I experienced on my fingers, I realized that she was cumming while he fucked her. No only that, she was cumming hard and often.



Obviously this had not been the experience I had with the few boys I let inside of me All of a sudden juices flooded my pussy and I had the single best orgasm I ever had. I was shaking as climax after climax shattered my young, inexperienced body as I sat on the floor with my head peaking out of my bedroom door.



Peter was a champion fucker I decided. He kept up with my mom longer than I could believe.  Every so often they would quiet down for a couple of minutes and then the expletives would start again. I wasn’t sure what was happening during those quiet times but once I did hear him say “That’s right baby. Suck that cock like the slut you were born to be.” After that I had a pretty good idea what was going on. The thought that he was fucking her and then would have enough control to stop and have her suck him for a minute or two before continuing his conquest of her body had me trembling. The guys I had been with her lucky to make 10 strokes in my pussy before they squirted in the condom. Peter seemed to be in complete control. I wondered if he has a son.



I was getting worn out just listening to them and masturbating when I heard my mom yell out “You know what I want. Do it!”



Needless to say this grabbed my attention. I had been leaning against the wall next to my door, but now I crawled as quietly as I could toward her room. I knew I was taking a huge risk since her door was open. If the floorboard so much as creaked they might think somebody was breaking into the house. I got about half way there before I heard a slap. I was horrified. Why did he just hit her? Then I heard my mom moan.



Another slap, another moan echoed down the hallway. “I’ll get this ass nice and red for you, baby,” I heard Peter say. My mom cooed. I’d never heard her coo before. Obviously he was spanking her and she loved it. After a few more spanks her cooing had switched to throaty moans and he declared, “Your juices are really flowing now, baby. Are you ready to be my doggie?”



I wish I could have seen what was going on. My imagination gave me a good picture, but I wanted to be sure. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) my instinct not to get caught kept me from crawling all the way to mom’s door. When a squeal of pleasure and the sound of fucking resumed I could picture my mom on her hands and knees while Peter took her from behind. Every so often a spank would occur again. It was always followed by a primal sound of pleasure.



“Bark like a dog for me!” I heard Peter exclaim.



WTF?!? I thought. But then I heard my mom start barking. This was getting bizarre. He was spanking her and ordering her to bark while he fucked her from behind and she was doing it. I could never look at my mom the same way again. How could she let him do that to her? Then I realized my hand was in my panties again and my mind was once again transported to admiration for his ability to make a woman come during the physical act of love. OK, the act of lust. He wasn’t making love to my mom. He was fucking her. It was primal. It was animalistic. And I wanted it for myself.



I stayed in my crawling position on my hands and knees in the short hallway between out bedroom doors. I was leaning on my left forearm with my head resting on it. My ass was high in the air with my right hand busy diddling my clit. I’d already cum several times listening to them but I was intent on cumming at least once more. I opened my mouth and bit down on my arm trying to stifle a wail of pleasure. In my mind Peter was behind me instead of in my mom. He must have a big dick I imagined to be giving her that much pleasure. Will I be able to take it?



I switched from rubbing my clit to pushing two fingers into my dripping pussy. I rocked back and forth on the floor to a pretend rhythm of Peter taking me. I was lost in my own world.  My juices were running down my thighs, as my panties were saturated and unable to contain them. I must have look like a complete slut writhing on the floor. My peak was coming fast. I could feel my orgasm building like a freight train gathering momentum. I wanted to hold out. I knew they would be climaxing soon. Well I knew my mom would cum based on her continuing screams of ecstasy. I couldn’t believe he had not cum yet.



I tried to wait so we could have a simultaneous climax. I really thought my mom was about to go off, but then she asked, “Do I have permission to cum?” I heard him say “No, not yet,” and then he spanked her twice. That did it for me. My orgasm crashed through my brain and washed over my body. I collapsed to the floor in convulsions. My fingers resumed rubbing my clit drawing the climax out as long as I could. My body shook and shook as my orgasm, once it took hold, would not let go. Later I would try to analyze why hearing my mom ask permission to cum would trigger that response in me. But at that moment no rational thought was possible. I was hyperventilating and began rolling from side to side. I was still conscious about not making any noise, but that was the only part of me that was in control.



Finally my body began to calm down. My breathing had slowed to a pant. My face and chest were flushed. My nipples were harder than they had ever been and my pussy was pulsating. Then I heard my mom ask again if she could cum. This time her voice had a much greater sense of urgency. She begged him for permission to cum.



“Give me your hands,” he said. Again I wished I could see her exact position, but it was clear from the sounds emanating from the bedroom that he was really giving it to her hard and fast.



I don’t know how my mom held off until he said “Now.” But she did. I was still lying in the hall in a puddle of my juices when she started to cum. I imagined she was consumed much like I had been. “That’s it baby. Milk my cock with your pussy. Squeeze it,” I heard him encourage her. Her moans did not abate. This was getting surreal. Could she really be cumming that hard and that long?  Any of my friends who thought my mom needed to get laid certainly could not have expected her to get this quality encounter.



My own orgasm had finally quelled but I had no energy to make it back to my room. My mom was babbling something about Peter being “The greatest,” and then I heard a pleading “No,” from the bedroom. My warped mind immediately knew he had pulled out but was mom upset that her pussy was empty or had be pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Given all I’d learned about my mom that night, anal sex was hardly out of bounds. When I heard him say “On your knees,” I knew it wasn’t the latter. Then I heard him moan.



I have not seen a lot of porno, but I knew what “On your knees,” followed by a moan meant. I guess he was human after all and eventually needed to cum. I tried to guess how much cum he must have sprayed on my mom based on the number of times he groaned. It was hardly scientific, but my mind was so focused on what was happening in her bedroom that’s what I thought about.



“You look like a glazed donut,” I heard him say. What a bastard I thought. It’s bad enough you gave her a facial but don’t mock her with it. “Thanks Sir,” I heard mom reply. “I love your cum.”



What?!? She likes it? There was so much I didn’t know about my mom.



“Go to sleep now baby,” he told her in a soothing voice. “Let it dry on your face and I’ll call you tomorrow.”



I didn’t hear another sound from my mom. I was clear he had fucked all the energy out of her. She’d probably sleep until noon. I began to relax thinking I would probably sleep until noon as well. My breathing was getting back to normal although my multiple orgasms had my strength zapped. Then in a panic I recognized I was still lying in the hallway in my underwear with my hand in my panties. What was the cause of my realization? Standing above me looking down at me was a very handsome man. He was wearing pants and a shirt and carrying a pair of leather dress shoes.



He looked at me and I looked at him but neither of us spoke. It was pretty obvious what I had been doing and of course he knew what he had done to my mother. Then he surprised me. Instead of walking past me or going to tell my mother, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He dropped them pulling a pair of boxer shorts with them.



There wasn’t much light available, just the glow of the hallway nightlight illuminated him, but I could see his cock still glistening with my mother’s juices. It wasn’t hard any more. It just hung there at about half-staff. But it was calling me. It had an almost hypnotic power over me the way it just dangled in front of me. I couldn’t resist the control it had over my mind. It had just given so much pleasure to my mom and in an indirect way me that I had to give it some pleasure in return.



I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He still didn’t speak and I asked no questions as I took him into my mouth.



At first it didn’t stir. Given the fucking he just gave my mom I guess it was too much to expect him to get hard right away. But the taste… oh the taste. I admit I’ve licked my own fingers after I masturbate so I wasn’t totally ignorant to the flavor of a satisfied pussy. But my mom’s flavor was strong. Maybe that was because I was cleaning it off his cock or maybe I was just sensitive in my post orgasmic state, but he cock was unlike any I had sucked before. Maybe licked would be a better term. I dutifully licked clean every inch of his potent weapon.



As I did the blood began to rush back to his manhood and it started to grow. I soon realized why he was so able to pleasure a woman and why my mom was so enthusiastic about having him in her bed. It soon filled my mouth and it was still growing. I had to grab the base with my hand just to hold on. I now began giving him a proper blowjob like I had done with so many of my male friends. Still his cock continued to swell.



He wrapped my hair around his hand and began to control my motions. Then is other hand joined the first. My hands were on the base of his amazing cock while I nibbled on the tip. Soon I felt him pull my head and he began to slowly thrust his cock deep into my mouth. As I began to relax his strokes lengthened and his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. I tried to relax. If I choked I knew my mom would wake up and catch me.



Peter was not taking no for an answer, even though I never tried to say the word. Even if I had he would not have been able to hear it. He tilted my head back and pushed. The tip of his cock tickled my throat at first and suddenly I took his entire length. He held my head still against his crotch. I was in no position to resist his strength or desires. My pussy was on fire again. I reached down and began playing with myself until a fresh wave of panic washed over me when I realized I couldn’t breath. I’d so enjoyed the feeling of his cock I’d forgotten it was cutting off my air supply.



Peter immediately sensed my discomfort and began easing his wondrous tool out of my mouth. A string of saliva briefly floated in the air between his cock and my mouth as he released my head and pulled back. I leaned forward wanting more. He gave me a stern look and wagged his finger at me.



“Not just yet eager little one,” he scolded me.



I sat back on my haunches waiting. I didn’t know what else to do. I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart phone. He then pointed at me and then pointed at his cock.



As I leaned forward, my mouth open ready to take him in again, I heard the electronic click of a picture being taken. I stopped and looked up. He just smiled. I know I had a look of displeasure on my face, but he didn’t care. With his left hand he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head forward. I’d like to say I resisted, but I didn’t. Soon his cock was down my throat again and my lips were against his public hair. Click went his phone. He now had evidence of how big his cock is and how I am able to take the whole length. I felt sick and started to cough. I heard my mom stir. I looked up with pleading eyes. He smiled again. Damn him. Slowly he pulled his cock back out of my mouth. I took a big gulp of air as soon as I could. He let go of my hair.



“Get me your cell phone,” he said authoritatively.



I stood up and went into my room. I had to turn the light on to find it. I hope that didn’t wake my mom. I returned to the hallway and handed him the phone. He had put his cock back in his pants, although his bulge was clearly visible. I assumed he wanted me to make him cum. Why did he put it away? He had control of his emotions far beyond any of the boys I’d ever been with.


He started typing on my phone. Apparently he was sending himself a text message. I heard his phone buzz, thankfully on vibrate mode. He handed me my phone back.



He then took his phone and sent me the pictures of me sucking his dick. The first one showed my face looking with great anticipation. I looked at it and wondered how long it would take for him to send it around the Internet. The second picture wasn’t so good. It was when I was more pissed off after realizing he was taking a picture and it showed. Of course my look of consternation could also be from having my mouth and throat full of hard cock. When I looked up from my phone he smiled again.



“Your mom is cooking dinner for me tomorrow. You should attend. No doubt she will want a repeat performance of tonight but will be concerned you are here. I’ll text you more instructions.”



And with that he turned and left. I went back into my room, turned out the light, fell on the bed and started masturbating again.



When I woke it was light again. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30. I stretched; feeling tired, and then remembered what had happened the night before. Suddenly I was wide-awake. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had worn yesterday. I peeked out of my bedroom door to see if there was any evidence that my mom was up yet. Her door was seemingly in the same open position from last night so I assumed she was still passed out. I didn’t bother with going to the bathroom. I just snuck down the stairs and quietly out the back door.


My walk back to campus was a couple of miles but I didn’t care. I had managed not to get caught. My mind began to wander back to the events of the last 8 hours. Peter had left little room for doubt that he expected me to join him and my mother for dinner tonight. Was he going to show her the picture of me sucking his cock and somehow convince us to have a three way with him? No, even with what I now know about her I don’t see her going for that. Maybe he just expected me to suck him again and clean her juices from his cock. That seemed logical, but I didn’t think I wanted to be used like that again. He’d have to at least let me drink his cum. Why did I just think that? I needed to get more out of him than that. I wanted him to fuck me like he fucked my mom. I knew that. But I didn’t want my mom to know. Could we really get away with that? If she passed out again and he and I were in the basement it might work. But could I be quiet enough if he pounded me like he did her last night? All the options were going through my head all the way back to campus. I didn’t even realize how wet I’d become thinking about him until I took my clothes off in preparation of a shower. My panties were saturated again. Maybe it’s not such a good idea for me to go there tonight. Maybe I can convince him just to take me out alone.



After my shower I put on shorts and a T-shirt and did some homework. I also called a friend of mine who was into cars and he came over with a battery charger. We pulled the battery and brought it into my dorm room. He setup the charger and told me he would be back in a couple of hours. By noon my homework was done, the car was running but I still had not received any texts from Peter. I was starting to get worried that I’d done something wrong, but then my phone beeped.



“I’m going to your mom’s about 3. We’re going to hang out by the pool and then cook steaks on the grill. I want you to join us unannounced. Don’t tell your mom about last night. When I talked to her it was obvious she doesn’t know.”



I read the text several times. The smart play would be to ignore him. But that wasn’t going to happen. I could always use the excuse that I needed to do laundry. “Shit laundry,” I remembered. I’d put clothes in the wash machine last night and forgot them this morning. I hope mom didn’t find them. I started to get very nervous. Then I started to try and figure out how to look like I’d never met Peter.



I decided a simple plan was the best. Doing laundry was good because I could get my clothes from last night without raising suspicion. And if my mom had found my clothes already I’d be busted early and this game would be over. I also grabbed one of my more modest two-piece bikinis. On swim team I always wore a one-piece in practice and a tech suit in competition, but being a California girl I had plenty of bikinis to choose from for going to the beach and attracting guys. My mom would be suspicious if I wore one of my “hunting” suits to her house. It wouldn’t be weird for me to lie out while doing laundry so the modest approach would be best. I also grabbed a semi-transparent wrap to wear since that would tease Peter a bit without looking out of place. I decided to wait until about 4pm to head over. I wanted Peter to wonder if I was going to show up.



My nerves were not going away. Unfortunately my roommate was in the room studying so I couldn’t masturbate away my concerns. I was trying to look normal to her as well. It was a stressful afternoon. Finally at 3:45 I announced I was heading home to do laundry and headed out.



Pulling up I noticed Pete’s car in the driveway. It was a Jaguar convertible. I had not recognized the model last night. Summoning up my courage, I took a deep breath and went in through the garage. I think I startled my mom who was in the kitchen. She must have heard the garage door open and close but she seemed focused on mixing up a pitcher of margaritas and didn’t hear me until I dropped my laundry basket and said hi.



I told you in chapter 1 that my mom is still very attractive for her age. I know she wears fairly revealing workout clothes at the gym and likes to dress sexy for social occasions. What I wasn’t expecting was the tiny thong bikini she was wearing along with a pair of 3” heels standing in the kitchen. She obviously was showing herself off for Peter. She also looked very disappointed that I had crashed her two-person party.



I asked innocently “Who owns the Jag,” and didn’t comment on her choice of swimwear trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary what happening.



“Oh that’s my friend Peter’s,” she replied. “We’re going to grill tonight.”



“OK, I’ll try to stay out of your way. I was just going to do laundry,” I said



Just then Peter came through the back door. Other than his penis I really had not gotten a good look at him last night. He really was quite handsome with a firm chest and strong arms and shoulders.



“Who is this?” he asked my mom.



“Oh,” she replied. “This is Brittney. My daughter. She goes to UCLA.”



He came over a shook my hand very gentlemanly like.



“Nice to meet you Brittney. My name is Peter.” He then looked back toward my mom. “But I can’t believe you are old enough to have a daughter in college.”



My mom laughed. “I told you how old I was when I met you at the gym and you told me I looked 29.”



Peter asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I declined saying I was just there to do laundry but he pushed to include me. My mom didn’t seem happy but she finally invited me to join them. He then suggested I hang out by the pool with them. I said I would change after starting the first load. Mom and Peter then grabbed the drinks and headed back outside. I had to stead myself against the door jam. I was a nervous wreck. I bet my mom knew the whole story. She probably saw the pictures too. What had I gotten myself into?



I went downstairs and started my laundry. Fortunately my load from last night was right where I’d left it and appeared undisturbed. I then went up to my bedroom to change. I took off my clothes. My nipples were hard and my pussy was starting to get wet with anticipation. I had to admit, Peter’s game was exciting. The danger of getting caught was a turn on. Then I noticed a jewelry box sitting on my dresser. It definitely had not been there this morning.



Nervously I picked it up. He must have snuck it in here somehow. I opened it up. There was a simple note that said “For you. Wear them now.”



I looked at the contents of the box. There were two silver balls that looked like large ball bearings.  I wasn’t sure what they were and was confused by how I would wear them. Fortunately a quick search on the Internet brought the answer that they were Ben Wa balls and are meant to be inserted into the vagina. The intensity of the game was about to pick up.



I felt like my choice of a modest swimsuit was out of place after seeing how my mother was dressed. She obviously was showing off her body for him. I didn’t bring any shoes with heels so with my wrap covering my suit and flip-flops on my feet I looked like I was not showing off. By the time I made it to the back door, however, the gentle rubbing of the balls inside my now very wet pussy was driving me crazy. I wondered if my mom was wearing a pair too? Maybe she was trying to pretend not to be turned on because I was there. Maybe she was as desperate to have Peter’s cock as I was and it was driving her crazy. I slowly walked out to the pool; each step turning me on more and more.



When I reached the pool my mom and Peter were reclining on chaises next to each other. A third chaise was about 15 feet to his right and facing them. I put my towel there and jumped into the pool. When I surfaced I looked at them sitting next to each other, sipping their drinks in a perfectly normal way. My guts were churning, though. I swam a couple of quick laps just trying to get my mind off my arousal and then got out and walked over to my chaise. I spread out the towel and sat down. I didn’t want to look at them, but I noticed more than once Peter was stealing glances at me. When I twisted my body just a bit I could spread my legs giving him a look at my bikini bottom. I’m sure he knew I would be using his gift and the effect it was having on me. But they continued chatting without involving me.



My mind was left to wander sexy thoughts about last night until my mom brought me out of my daze and starting talking about the swim team. Peter as it turned out had a 20 year old daughter at UCLA. We talked about swimming and college life for a while until their pitcher was empty. Mom got up to mix more and asked me to help her. As I walked by Peter I could feel his eyes on me. I couldn’t walk as slowly as I would have liked and kept up with my mom which meant the balls were dancing inside of me. It was both an exhilarating and maddening feeling. I contemplated going back to my room to get myself off.



Once inside I was expecting my mom to be mad with me but inside she asked my opinion about Peter. She opened up that they had been seeing each other for two months. I asked if it was serious. She giggled (definitely out of place for her) and admitted he was more of a “Friend with Benefits.” I congratulated her. I think she might have been expecting me to be judgmental, but I really was just happy for her. It also relieved me to know I wasn’t getting in the middle of a budding romance. I still didn’t want her to know what happened the night before (or what I was wearing right now) but I felt a little less guilty about playing Peter’s game.



After the next pitcher of drinks was mixed, mom told me she had to go to the bathroom. She asked me to take the pitcher outside. She also suggested I grab a glass for myself. I’m not a big drinker, but getting a little buzzed with them sounded like a great idea so I grabbed a large plastic cup. This time I walked as fast as I could while carrying the pitcher. I wasn’t worried about my mom suspecting anything since she was not in a position to see me. When I reached Peter I made a show of bending over in front of him to set down the pitcher. My breasts are not large (swimming competitively keeps my fat percentage low) but I knew he would be getting an eyeful of my hard nipples. While my boobs are small, my nipples are not. They are also a huge turn on when played with; a fact I hoped he would find out soon.



“Here is your drink, sir,” I said with a smile. I’m not sure why I called him sir instead of Peter. It just sort of slipped out.



“Thank you Brittney,” he replied. “Are you wearing your gift?”



“I am,” I said with a bit of embarrassment.



While I had thought he might touch my nipples, he surprised me by reaching up and touching the front of my bikini bottom. It made me jump just a bit. I definitely didn’t want mom seeing that. He rubbed his finger back and forth and began putting more pressure against my clit.



“Did you play with yourself after I left last night?”



I was starting to lose control as he continued to rub me. My breathing quickly was becoming ragged and I began to forget where we were. Almost breathlessly I told him I had.



“And I’m sure the balls have you aroused right now, don’t they?”



I had to stifle a moan. “Yes, sir…”



Then he stopped and withdrew his hand.



“Take your drink and sit back down.”



I did what he said, making it back to my chair just as my mom was coming back out of the house.  I quickly drained my drink and then walked back over to them to refill it. I wanted to stand in front of him again. I knew he wouldn’t touch me but I wanted him to look. Mom didn’t seem to notice.



Two more drinks and I was pretty buzzed. Mom must have been too since she had been keeping up with me. Peter had been sipping his drinks. I’m not sure how many he had consumed but it was less than me. My head was spinning a little and my pussy was on fire. I needed some relief.



A sober me would have gone up to my room. But the turned on and tipsy me had other plans. I jumped back into the pool. I swum a little to make it look good then I parked myself at the edge of the pool right by where they were sitting. I was resting my chin on my left arm on the edge of the pool deck and trying to keep up a normal conversation, but in reality my right hand was inside my bikini bottoms and my eyes were focused between Peter’s legs. I swore I could see the outline of his cock through his swim trunks, although it was probably just my mind fantasizing. I tickled my clit and it felt great. The cool water was doing nothing to diminish my arousal. I think I could have made myself cum, but I doubt I could have done it silently so I just teased myself a bit. I’d have to wait for satisfaction.



When mom announced it was time to start the grill Peter volunteered to do it but she told him to stay put and stood up. As soon as she was gone he focused his steely gaze on my eyes.



“I know what you are doing dirty girl,” he told me. I blushed.



He didn’t say anything more. He just watched me. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.  I played with my clit silently while he stared at me. I’m sure he could tell I was getting close. I heard my mom making noise firing up the grill. I looked back at the house but she was focusing on her task and not us. I looked back at Peter. I remembered how he told my mom not to cum until she had permission. I was looking for the same command. Of course I couldn’t say anything because my mom would hear me, but I hoped the look of need in my eyes would convey my message.



“I know what you need little one,” he said softly, a wry and deliberate smile showing on his face.



I was so close. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to be his. Then I heard my mom calling my name. Damn.



I looked up and she was waving in our direction. “Brittney I need your help with dinner,” she called out.



Disappointed I got out of the pool. Peter seemed amused. As I walked by he instructed me what he wanted me to do.



“After you help your mom change out of your swimsuit. Just put on a t-shirt and shorts. Don’t wear a bra or panties.” Then almost as an afterthought as I was walking away… “Oh and keep the balls in too.”



I swiftly walked back to the house. I wanted those damn balls to dance inside of me. I was upset with my mom for picking that moment instead of a minute later, but more than that I wanted to ride the wave of arousal I was feeling as long as I could. I knew if I even touched my clit when I changed I’d cum in an instant. I wanted to prove to myself I could hold back like my mom had done last night. I didn’t know if I could. But it was going to be fun finding out.



I told my mom I had to start another load of clothes and that I would be right back. I moved my first load to the dryer and then put a second load in the wash machine. When I started it I must admit I had impure thought about the spin cycle. Shaking my head to clear my mind I hurried back to the kitchen. Mom had me set the table. I wondered if she was going to change out of her tiny bikini. As I finished I saw Peter standing up and walking back toward the house.



“I’m going to change out of my suit,” I announced to my mom and then ran upstairs to my room.



I shut my door and bent over grabbing my dresser for support. Running up the stairs almost made me climax. My pussy was pulsating and crying out for attention. I tried to take deep breaths to calm down but my core kept spasming daring me to touch myself and give it the relief it was craving. It took all my strength, but I managed not to rub my clit and after a couple minutes I calmed down enough to pull off my swimsuit. I wanted to pull the balls out for a moment, but I was scared to get anywhere near them.



I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the innocent college girl. In her place was a woman who needed to get fucked and fucked hard. The woman also looked sexier than I’d ever remembered myself looking. I opened my dresser drawer and looked for an appropriate shirt and some shorts. Unfortunately most of my clothes were at the dorm. I found a pair of black shorts which were too small (that’s why I left them at home to begin with) and a white t-shirt that came down just to my navel.



Slipping on the shirt I couldn’t help but give my nipples a quick rub. Oh, it felt so good. I doubted they would be going down much until I came. Looking in the mirror I saw they were clearly visible through my shirt. No time to worry about that now. Besides my mom’s nipples were showing through her bikini too so what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. The shorts presented another problem. Without panties I was concerned that they would show a wet spot. At least they were black so maybe it wouldn’t be noticeable. As I pulled them on their small size meant I had to snug them up tight against my body. Now besides the balls stimulating me I’d have the fabric rubbing against my most sensitive parts. This was going to be an interesting dinner.



Peter and I sat down at the table while mom was serving us. He sat at the head with my mom and I on either side. She still had on her bikini, which meant both Peter, and I had a good view of her cleavage. I don’t know if they felt the sexual tension at the table but I sure did. Our conversation was completely bland, however. Peter didn’t play footsy with me under the table and the only thing out of the ordinary was my mom flinched a couple of times for no reason. After she excused herself to get more potatoes I quietly asked Peter what that was all about. He put his hand under the table and then passed me a small remote.



“Push it when your mom gets back,” he told me.



I waited a few minutes after mom sat back down. Peter kept looking at me and discretely nodding. Finally I got the courage to press the button. My mom flinched so I did it again. She didn’t move as noticeably but she did scowl at Peter. I was confused. Under the table I slid the remote back to his chair. Mom didn’t flinch through the rest of dinner. When we were done Peter offered that he and I would do the dishes and suggested my mom go upstairs and change out of her bikini.



She headed upstairs and he cornered me in the kitchen and pressed me against the counter. I opened my mouth in anticipation of him kissing me, but instead it grabbed both of my nipples and started playing with them.



“I wanted to do this all through dinner,” he told me. Immediately he took my breath away.



“Your mom showed me a nice home theater in the basement. Tell her you’re going downstairs to watch a move. Take another big glass of margarita with you. I’ll tell her you’ll probably pass out. When you hear us come down the stairs pretend to be asleep.”



“What are you going to do?” I asked.



“After she is convinced you are not going to walk in on us, I’m going to take her back upstairs and fuck her like I did last night.”



“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked, pouting and trying to look hurt.



“We’ll see. You did a good job cleaning my cock last night. Maybe tonight I will reward you.”



All the while he kept manipulating my nipples. I was squirming under his touch.



“I really want you to fuck me,” I told him.



“I’ll know when you are ready,” he countered. “In the meantime, do you have a PC downstairs too?”



“Yeah,” I answered. “There is one connected to the TV for doing Skype and Facebook.”



He looked around, dropped my nipples and grabbed a pen from off the counter. “Hold out your hand,” he stated emphatically. I did what he asked immediately. “This is the DNS name for my phone. I’ll connect to your wireless and the PC should be able to see what I stream in webcam mode. I think you’ll like the show.”



He turned to grab more dishes leaving me standing at the sink staring at my hand and shaking a bit. Did he really just tell me he was going to stream his encounter with my mom? Mom returned also wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She obviously had a bra on (she was busty enough to need one) but I wondered if she had on any panties. I made a mental note to see if she flinched again. We finished up the dishes and I announced I was going to watch a movie as I had been instructed. I also took the pitcher of margaritas from off the dining room table.



I hurried downstairs with my heart pounding. I had to try to appear normal when mom came down to check on me but that was easier said then done. I poured out most of the margarita pitcher in the bar sink and put on the TV. I’m not even sure which movie HBO was showing. I also turned on the PC and tried to browse to Peter’s phone, but apparently he wasn’t broadcasting yet. I switched back to HBO and I waited. And I waited. About an hour later I heard the basement door open. Immediately I flopped horizontally on the couch and shut my eyes. I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs and then toward the couch.



“See I told you she would pass out,” Peter said.



“She works hard at school. She must have needed the rest,” my mom replied.



If she only knew why I didn’t sleep well last night, I thought.  Then my mom said she had to put my last load of clothes in the dryer and that she would be right back. The laundry area is in a back room in our basement. That meant she wouldn’t see when Peter reached over the couch and again took a nipple between his fingers.



“You are doing well, Brittney,” he said. “When we go up, connect to my phone. You mom will pass out by the time I finish with her just like last night. Then I’ll come down and see you.”



I pursed my lips to tell him that I understood as he let go of my nipple and resumed pretending I was asleep as my mom returned. Then I heard the sound of kissing behind the couch. I wanted to peek and see what was happening. I thought about opening my eyes and try to catch a reflection of them off the tv screen, but I was good and didn’t move. From the sounds I heard their kisses were growing more passionate. Making out next to me was probably turning on my mom. I had a vision of Peter bending her over the couch and taking her from behind, but I knew that was mere fantasy. Finally I heard them on the stairs. I waited until I heard the door shut and then I jammed my hand into my shorts.



As soon as I touched my clit I felt a shiver go through my body. I buried my face into my pillow and released a throaty moan. I was prepared to get myself off when I remembered Peter’s phone. I jumped up and switched the TV back to the PC. This time Chrome connected to his phone. He was walking up the stairs to the second floor. My mom was in front of him. Gone were her t-shirt and shorts. In their place were a g-string, garter belt and stockings set, even higher heels than she had on before, and a lacey black cami. I never knew my mom wore lingerie like that. Then it hit me that she had been wearing that when she was downstairs. I would have probably had a heart attack if I had “woken up” when they were making out and saw her like that. Little did I know my new reality TV was just about to start.



When they arrived in my mom’s bedroom I saw her go to her bed and catlike lay down obviously trying to entice him. Then I saw the camera look at his chest as he apparently walked over to the dresser to set down his phone. I saw him take off his watch and use it to hold the phone upright pointed toward the bed. I don’t think my mom noticed as his next action was to take off his swimsuit. As he turned back to face her I could tell, to borrow a line from Seinfeld, that “significant shrinkage” was not an issue. He walked back toward the bed and then pointed to the floor.



His phone webcam didn’t broadcast sound but I don’t think he actually said anything to her. She just quickly scampered to her knees in front of him. He stood sideways parallel to the bed. I got a perfect view of her as she took his manhood into her mouth. It was like I was watching a porn movie instead of my mom. Her shocking choice of lingerie made her look alike an adult star instead of the woman who raised me. Peter’s cock was quickly growing to a size that would make any man jealous. Then I realized my mom was servicing him without the aid of her hands. I watched in fascination as she held her hand together behind her back. It was as if they were cuffed although I didn’t see him do that.



I was actually proud of my mom. She took him deep with just her mouth. I had not been able to do that last night. He wasn’t holding her head like he did to me either. He seemed perfectly happy to let her work his cock with just her mouth and tongue. Saliva was leaking from her mouth. I knew that feeling. Although I thought he would cum in my mouth, I knew he wouldn’t do that to her. He was going to fuck her like he did last night. Once he was fully hard, I assumed the rest was a show for me.



No matter what the motivation, the show had my pussy leaking juice. I took off my shorts before they became saturated and began stroking my slit. There was no way I wasn’t going to cum watching this. I didn’t even bother to try. As it turned out, his next move was enough to instantly send me over the top.



Peter pulled his cock out of mom’s mouth and stood her up. He then moved behind her and faced her toward his phone. I knew from the position that she would be looking at herself and him in her bedroom mirror. She had brought her hands in front of herself, but he quickly remedied that situation and pulled them behind her back once more. As he pressed himself against her back I was sure she had both hands grabbing his cock. I was rubbing my clit furiously as I saw the look of pure lust in my mom’s eyes as she grabbed his monster tool. She must have been dripping in anticipation knowing what it would feel like to have him inside of her again. Oh how I longed to feel that myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy.



With her hands busy, he reached around and began massaging her breasts. Instantly my arousal went into overdrive. I could tell my mom was enjoying it as much as I was as his hands slowly slipped down to her pussy.



Her labia was puffy and I could see that she was slick. She started trembling the moment he first made contact with her clit. I knew she would cum very quickly. But would he make her wait for permission? I wanted to hold back until my mom came. I felt wicked thinking about cumming at the same time she did. I watched as he diddled her clit and worked her nipples at the same time. His phone wasn’t broadcasting sound, but I thought I saw him say “not yet.” I saw mom’s leg buckle when he spoke. She was struggling not to cum. So was I, but it was a battle I would soon lose.



I couldn’t miss when my mom yelled “fuck me now!” and when Peter bent her forward I thought he was going to do just that. I watched her hands drop his cock and brace herself against the dresser. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock against her slit. Near as I could tell he pushed only about the first inch inside of her, though. Then he started to spank her. And I could tell she started to moan. That was the end for me. I started to cum.



I knew what she was feeling being so close to having his magnificent cock inside of her but being denied. I’d felt it last night. Well maybe not as close as she did. She had the first inch after all and I didn’t get anything. But I’d masturbated enough in the last day imagining how good his cock would feel inside of me that I felt like I knew what she was feeling. And that was enough to trigger an explosive climax.



By the time I calmed down mom’s spanking was over. As she turned back toward the bed I could see her ass wasn’t bright red. He must have been giving her more of a playful spanking. He was speaking again and mom crawled up on the bed and got on her back. She then surprised me again. My mom has a wrought iron headboard on her bed with upright steel bars behind the top of the mattress. She stretched her body out on the center of the bed and then reached up and grabbed two of the bars with her hands. She then spread her legs. I didn’t have a very good view, but she appeared to be holding herself spread-eagled.



The angle of the phone didn’t give me much of a view as Peter mounted her. I got to watch his ass bouncing up and down. I could only imagine the sounds she was making. Were they the same ones as last night? I was still recovering from my orgasm so I just slid down to the floor, spread my arms and legs and tried to mimic her position. I wanted to see if I could get a sense of what she was feeling. I would have needed a big dildo for that, but I could tell by Peter’s ass movements that he was giving it to her good. I was starting to get aroused again so I brought my arms down and began playing with my boobs. I kept my legs spread wide in sympathy with her.



After about 5-6 minutes Peter slowed. I wondered if he had cum. I guess his arms were just getting tired because he repositioned her on top of him in a cowgirl. Now I had a good view of watching her bounce up and down on his cock. I’d never realized how much bounce my mom’s tits had until I saw her ride him like a bucking bronco. Now I was rubbing my pussy with great gusto again.



This position lasted another 5 minutes I’d guess. I could tell my mom was getting tired. I’m pretty sure she asked for permission to cum again but was denied. I didn’t know how she could hold back. But she seemed to do just that. I wasn’t bothering to hold back. By the time he flipped her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her I was on my hands and knees facing the TV. I reached between my legs and pushed three fingers into my needy hole. The expression of pain and pleasure on her face as he pushed into her was enough to make me cum again.



I now had an up close and personal view of her getting fucked by a stallion. As soon as my orgasm began to ebb, the look on my mom’s face would start another climax to build until I was riding my fingers and cumming non-stop. This must have been the position he used to fuck her into a coma last night.



I lost track of how many times I came watching their show. I know he finally gave her permission to cum. I’d never seen such an arousing show as my mom rutting herself on his cock and cumming her brains out. She looked like she was worn out. Peter rolled her back onto her back, not spread out this time, and mounted her again. She wasn’t moving much and he was taking long slow strokes this time. After maybe a minute he pulled out of her and shot a big volley of cum up her belly. I couldn’t see how far it went, but I had no doubt her breasts were splattered and probably her face as well.



Peter climbed off the bed and covered her with a sheet. When he stood up and turned toward the phone I could see his cock glistening with her juices just like it did last night. I prayed he was coming back downstairs. I wanted to clean him again. He picked up his phone. I saw him smile toward the camera and then the feed ended. I turned off the TV and sat on the couch waiting for him. It only was about a minute until I heard him on the stairs.



I didn’t turn around to face him. I wanted to pretend I had just been sitting on the couch the whole time being a good girl. We both knew that wasn’t true, but the fantasy of being taken by an older man had taken root in my brain and I was playing it out. I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders and then moving down to grip my nipples. I sigh of contentment escaped my lips.



“I’m sure you enjoyed the show,” he began. “How many times did you cum?”



I was arching my back thrusting my tiny titties out to his touch.



“I’m not sure. 6?” I said with a questioning tone.



“I only allowed your mom one,” he replied. “But it’s quality not quantity with me. She’ll sleep for hours.”



He was being more insistent with my nipples and his actions were having the desired effect on my body. He then stopped and walked in front of the couch.



“On your knees,” he said calmly. I obeyed immediately.



So for the second time in 24 hours I cleaned my mom’s juices off her boyfriend’s cock. This time I didn’t use my hands. I had learned from mom’s example and kept them behind my back. Peter seemed pleased. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. Well ‘duh. He took my hand and had me stand. He then brought me behind the couch and bent me over. Oh God it was going to happen. He positioned his cock at the dripping entrance to my pussy and slowly started to push.



“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” she said matter-of-factly as he slowly continued to push his cock into me. “This is just a taste to get you through the week. Unfortunately I need to get home.”



I don’t think he was even half way inside of me and already I felt fuller than I had with any of my boyfriends. Without thinking I let out a moan.



“That’s right baby,” he cooed. “I know you want it. But you have to earn it.”



I was beyond rational thought at that moment. Then he started to slide back out.



“On your knees again,” he said softly but firmly.



This time I cleaned off my own juices. I’d tasted them plenty of times before, but when served off his cock they seemed like a special treat. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to fuck me. I was tight, wet and ready for him. How could he turn down an offer like that?



For the second time in 24 hours I saw him walk away with an obvious bulge in his pants. I would have given anything right then for him to fuck me. Hell he could have just fucked my mouth. I would have been happy with that. I would have done anything to get my own load of sweet cum out of his magnificent prick. But I had to wait again. Of course it will not surprise you that I masturbated again in the basement. I wasn’t worried about mom showing up so as soon as Peter left my hands were on my clit. I then remembered my naughty thought about the washing machine. Straddling the corner of the machine while it was on an unbalanced spin cycle got me off again. But I knew neither climaxes were anything like what knocked my mom out again. I didn’t know what I would have to do to “earn” that privilege, but I knew whatever he asked I would do it. I just prayed I didn’t have to wait long.


Mom’s New Boyfriend Chapter 2


Sunday was awkward at home as both my mom and I were trying very hard not to talk about what happened Saturday night. I ended up going back to the dorm early in the afternoon. I tried to do some homework but my mind was too focused on Peter and earning his attention. I think my roommate must have though I was sick since I had to excuse myself to go down the hall to the bathroom so many times. She probably felt I had food poisoning. I couldn’t tell her I was so horny I had to go and masturbate almost continually to keep from going crazy.



Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didn’t have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I finally was back in control of my emotions. That is until he sent me a text message on Thursday. The problem was he sent it during a class and I made the mistake of discretely reading it. The message was simple. It said “I’ll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday. Plan to spend the night.”



I felt my pussy begin to moisten. Then the tingles started. It was demanding my attention but there was no way I could give it in the middle of a packed lecture hall. The rest of the class was a blur. My mind was elsewhere. The professor could have said the building was on fire and I would not have noticed.



I couldn’t respond until after class. There is a text-messaging ban during class and if you are caught this professor liked to read the messages you are sending to everyone. It was risky enough to read his text. If I had replied I was too scared I would have been busted. After class I immediately accepted his invitation. Fortunately there was only a morning dual meet that weekend so I would be done by 1ish. I let Peter know I was at his disposal (wording on purpose) after 2:30 or so. I wanted to be sure I had time to shower and primp a bit for him.



He replied that he wanted to be sure I was prepared for a night of new experiences. He asked if I had been with anybody during the week. I replied no. I confessed that I had masturbated a lot on Sunday, but not since. He told me he wanted me to masturbate three times per day (before breakfast, around lunchtime and after dinner) but that I was not allowed to cum. He wanted me to take myself to the edge and then stop. He said this was the first step to learning how to control my orgasms. He also said I was to text him after each time and let him know how it went.



Since it was lunchtime and I was already horny from getting the text, I ducked into the next bathroom I could find. Fortunately it was empty, but I tried to be quiet anyway. It was incredibly hard not to make myself cum. Sitting in the stall with my fingertips dancing on my clit, I wanted so badly to jam my fingers deep into my pussy. But I figured following his instruction was the first step in earning my place on his cock so I followed his orders, stopped just in time and then sent him a recap. I felt proud for having completed the task. He did not reply.



That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didn’t worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didn’t sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.



Friday morning after I sent my report, Peter did reply and told me to wear the Ben Wa balls to class. Knowing how they affected me last Saturday I wasn’t thrilled with this idea, but I did it. The walk across the quad was insufferable. I didn’t think I would make it until my lunchtime finger session before I had to get off. I shouldn’t have even been in class. I got nothing out of it. My mind was a lust filled fog and I began counting down the hours until Peter would pick me up.



I had a few minutes between classes on Friday morning and I couldn’t take the teasing any more. I slipped into the bathroom. Unfortunately it was crowded with people between classes. I didn’t care. The handicapped stall was free so that is where I went. I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. This time I wasn’t interested in teasing myself. I covered my mouth with my hand and began rubbing my clit. It didn’t take long. It was only a matter of seconds before I was cumming.



I wanted to scream. I wanted to stomp my feet. I wanted to roll around on the floor as my climax tore through my body. But I didn’t. Really I couldn’t. There was the usual girl chatter in the bathroom so I don’t think anyone heard me, but I’m sure I had a guilty look on my face as I stepped out of the stall. Needless to say I did not send Peter an update.



Friday night I was trying to get my mind “in the zone” for the morning meet, but I wasn’t successful. Memories of my bathroom orgasm and the promise of what was now just 24 hours away kept my mind on sex. Although my dinner time session in my pants down was successful, I couldn’t get to sleep without playing with myself to completion. Fortunately my roommate was out partying and I had the place to myself. I finally fell sleep and rested well. I was thankful since my alarm went off at 7am to get ready for the meet.



I wasn’t sure if Peter expected me to keep up my teasing regiment on Saturday. But since I’d cum twice on Friday I figured I should. When I sent him the update I told him I wouldn’t be able to do a lunchtime session because the meet would be wrapping up. He told me before my last race to insert the balls. Damn. Well, that was going to make things interesting.



As anybody who has been to a swim meet knows the last events are usually the distance freestyle events. At first I wasn’t going to follow Peter’s instructions, but then I figured, what the hell. I was swimming the 800m free (16 lengths of the pool), which is very boring to me. I much prefer the 200 and 400IM. Since it was a dual meet (UC San Diego) it was really more of a practice so if I didn’t swim my best time, it wasn’t the end of the world.



There was plenty of time between my third and fourth (and final) events so I went back to the locker room. It was nearly noon and I needed to get aroused to insert the balls anyway so I did another quick masturbate to peak session. I was getting better at holding myself at that level but I didn’t have too much time to waste so I slipped the balls inside of me, sent Peter a message and headed back to the pool.



With my tech suit fitting me like a second skin I didn’t have to worry about the balls taking an embarrassing fall onto the pool deck. In fact I was getting pretty accustomed to wearing them and enjoying the sensation. By the time the race started I wasn’t really thinking about them. I was in the zone.



The 800 and 1500m races are about pace and saving enough energy for a sprint at the end.  Like I said I wasn’t a fan of the distance races, but my coach was trying to convince me I was built for them. I didn’t win my heat, but I did swim my best time thanks in no small part to the Ben Wa balls keeping my mind occupied instead of thinking about the pain my body was experiencing in the race. Looking back at my split times they were still too inconsistent, probably due to my thinking about sex, but overall it was a good race. As my coach congratulated me on cutting time I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how.



After the meet I had to be careful in the shower. All the girls showered together and we would remove our suits under the warm spray of the showerhead. You have to be part contortionist to get the tech suits on and off and to see a group of girls all doing it at the same time must be funny looking. Of course I wasn’t worried about what I looked like. I was more worried about losing the balls. I managed to get the last shower stall, squeezed my Kegel muscles tight around the balls and got out of my suit as quick as I could. One of the balls threatened to pop free as I was bent over, but a discrete move of my hand and push of a finger repositioned it safely inside of me. I felt so naughty showering with these girls while teasing myself at the same time. I wondered how many of them would enjoy Peter’s insistence that I tease myself before meeting him. I’d never been particularly attracted to women but I had to admit as I watched them shower their athletic bodies were beautiful. I wondered where that thought came from and if it was a byproduct of Peter’s teachings.



But I didn’t want to dally sightseeing and headed to my locker as quickly as I could. I got dressed and headed back to my dorm without waiting for somebody to walk back with in case my needs became too much to bear again. Fortunately they did not.



The only communication with Peter was clarification on where to pick me up, instructions to wear a skirt and blouse (bra and panties were ok) and instructions to remove the balls, clean them in my mouth, put them back in their case and bring them with tonight. It didn’t take long to finish getting ready. Now what was I going to do for five hours while I wait for him?



The clock seemed to tick in slow motion. I did some homework. Surfed the web a bit. Masturbated for a while. Tried not to think about what might happen tonight. Sat and looked out of my door room window at the quad. Finally my phone rang. It was the front desk saying I had a visitor. My smile must have been from ear to ear as I walked out of my room and toward the elevator. It was finally time.



The drive to Peter’s house was uneventful. He didn’t offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climbed the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger than our house and in a much better neighborhood. He escorted me inside. It was nicely furnished and contemporary.  He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn’t want to drink tonight. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn’t want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later.



“Come with me Brittney,” he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home.  It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it, two leather chairs in front of it and a computer table with two PCs and three large monitors.



“Take off your clothes,” he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.



I was taken aback by the serious tone in his voice but I quickly did as he asked.



“Bra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk,” he corrected me when I thought I was done.



Soon I was naked before him, but he wasn’t paying much attention to me. He was doing his email. I finished folding my clothes and neatly stacking them on his desk. My pussy was juicy and I he had not even touched me. I stood silently at the front of the desk for a couple of minutes until he stood back up and walked behind it. I watched as he opened a file drawer under the desk and dropped my clothes into it. He then locked it and held the key aloft so he was sure I saw it.



“For the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to do with as I please. He then put the key in his pocket. At least I could get the key if I really needed it, but I was excited about having more time with him than he had spent with my mom. I was also excited that he was in control of my clothes and that I was free of making any decisions. He went back to the computer desk and sat down. Then he waved me over. He opened up an email from someone called UCLA_RA_P173. I didn’t know any of the RA’s except the one on my floor and didn’t recognize the handle from any of the UCLA websites I frequented. When Peter opened the first attachment I almost fainted.



I was looking at a picture, obviously from a cell phone, of myself walking into a bathroom at school. The date/time stamp in the corner told me what I already knew. It was from Thursday and I was about to make myself cum in that bathroom. Peter then opened a second picture. No it wasn’t me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy.



“Is there something you want to tell me, Brittney?” he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what I’d done.



“I’d just masturbated per your instructions. I sent you a recap,” I stammered. I knew from the time stamp that the picture was from between classes and not at lunch so maybe he would miss that fact. But Peter didn’t miss anything.



“Looks to me like you came in that bathroom. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything?”



I looked down at the floor. “I tried. I really tried. But after wearing the balls to class, when I touched my clit, I couldn’t control myself. I climaxed.”



“Thank you for telling me the truth Brittney, although I am disappointed you lied to me and tried to cover up your actions,” he responded. “I require my partners to follow my instructions. I’ll get your clothes and take you home.”



I couldn’t believe that was the end of our game. It can’t end like this. I started crying. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way.



“Don’t cry little one. You’re just not ready yet. Maybe someday soon.”



I cried out defensively, “I am ready. You’re all I have thought about all week. I’ve been wet and desperate for you since you left last Saturday night.”



I felt his right arm release and felt his hand tracing down my side and then between us. He didn’t waste time rubbing my clit. He simply pushed a finger inside of me.



“Well you were not lying about being wet for me,” he chuckled to himself. “Ride my finger.”



I wasn’t 100% sure what he meant so I just started rolling my hips so I could slide up and down his finger. I wished he had his thumb by my clit, but I wasn’t going to skip an opportunity to get in his good graces. I switched from having my hands around his chest to putting them around his neck so I could rut myself with more force. I was really getting into it when he told me to stop and pulled his hand back.



“You are a quick learner so there is hope for you yet,” he told me. That made me smile and a warm feeling spread across my body.



“But there still is the matter of your orgasming without permission. You need to learn not to do that. Your safe word for today is ‘Orange’. Do you know what a safe word is?”



I shook my head no.



“If anything gets too intense, use your safe word and we stop immediately. Understand?”



I nodded yes. He sat down at the computer chair again and then indicated I should stand next to him. Then he pulled me across his lap. I just expelled a huge breath. I’d never been spanked, especially in an erotic sense, but if this was what he wanted, then this is what he would get. He gave me a hard swat across my right butt cheek.



“Orange!” I blurted out reflexively.



He began to stand up so I stood up first and began rubbing my poor defenseless ass.



“Very well Brittney. I’ll get your clothes,” he said and began moving toward the other desk.



“No,” I said. “I don’t want to leave.”



“But you used your safe word. Tonight is over.”



“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. Please,” I pleaded.



He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. “Last chance little girl.”



He then sat down again. This time he didn’t hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.



I can’t say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I began to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle finger, slick with my juices against my smiling asshole. Immediately I stopped grinding.



“I know you are not a virgin. Have any of your boyfriends taken your ass?”



Should I tell the truth and say no or should I lie to sound more experienced. One thing was for sure, I didn’t want his cock in my ass.



“No, I’ve never had anything up my ass,” I responded.



“That’s a shame,” he said. “As much as you like to masturbate, I figured you would have found out how many nerve endings you have back there.



I didn’t reply. I’m sure he was right. I knew that from other stories I’d read online. But that knowledge didn’t make what he was suggesting any easier. I knew my pussy would be tight enough for him given his girth. Why did he want my ass? His fingertip ran around my most holy of holes. I was ready to say Orange and just give up. Then he stopped and told me to stand up and open the desk drawer. Inside there were three butt plugs of different sizes, a tube of lube and a set of leather cuffs.



“I’ll let you start with the small plug,” he told me. “We’ll work you up to the bigger ones and eventually you’ll be able to experience the exquisite pleasure of taking me in your ass. Hand me the small plug and the lube.”



I looked back into the drawer. Obviously I had no choice if I wanted to get his cock in my pussy any time soon. My eyes were drawn more to the cuffs than the plug however. I looked at them and my mind flashed back to my mom spread on her bed. I wondered if I let him tie me up if he would fuck me sooner. I reached for the plug and lube and handed it to him. He motioned that I should get back down on his lap.



“Just relax and let the plug do its job,” he said. Yeah, right. That’s easier said than done.



I’d tried to finger my ass a few times when I masturbated, but laying on his lap while he pushed what seemed like a baseball bat (even though it was the small one) into my rectum was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced. However once my ass snapped back shut around the plug, a strange sensation spread throughout my body. I will not say it felt good, but I did feel full and I had nerve endings I had never stimulated before starting to turn on. It was still scary, but I started to understand why someone could enjoy it.



Peter began to rub my ass checks and then squeezed them together tightening my grip on the plug. I decided to see if the cuffs were part of his plan and crossed my wrists in the small of my back like I’d seen my mother do.



“So little one,” he mused. “Do you think asking for the cuffs will get you what you want?”



I gave my ass a little wiggle. “Yes, sir.”



Peter leaned over me and reached for the cuffs in the drawer. The warmth from the spanking and the plug had spread over my body and the thought of him cuffing my wrists had my pussy creaming. He quickly buckled the cuffs over my delicate wrists. I tugged them twice confirming what I already knew. I was stuck. I wouldn’t be able to defend myself against anything he wanted to do. And I loved it.



Peter resumed fingering my pussy. I was in heaven being under his control. I was ready to suck him off, fuck him or whatever he wanted. I was mewing in pleasure as he slowly teased me. Then something unexpected happened. His computer started chirping. He was getting a Skype call. What was more unexpected was the thumbnail picture on the call id was my mom. I know he could tell my whole body just tensed up.



“Lay still and be quiet,” he commanded. “The camera is angled just above your butt. If you don’t move she will not see you, although the microphone is sensitive so try to be quiet.”



His hand left my ass long enough to click answer. Then it returned with his thumb applying pressure to the plug and his fingers starting to rub my clit.



I was shocked by the conversation. My mom was apparently in her car, parked in a forest preserve parking lot. She had a vibrator with her as evidenced by his insistence that she place it next to the phone microphone so he could hear it buzzing on the plastic. She obviously had it on high.



She told him she was following her instructions to call him when she was close to cumming and to wait for permission. I couldn’t see the video feed from my position, but I was guessing she had her phone camera pointed at her pussy. I could picture her in the drivers’ seat looking around for other people while the vibe buzzed away bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.



“Please master,” she begged. “May I come?”



It shocked me to hear her call him master. He was calm, cool and collected about it.



“You finally used the word. You know what that means, don’t you?”



“Yes master I do,” she replied breathlessly. “I’m ready to serve you.”



“Does that include what we discussed last night?” he asked.



“Yes,” she managed to get out before moaning. “Let me prove it to you. I can be there in five minutes.”



Peter’s left hand slid under my chest during the conversation and he began to manipulate my left nipple. Between that, his right hand on my clit and the plug in my ass I was having a very difficult time being both quiet and still. I struggled to remain out of view.



He was teasing my mom with his voice while he teased me with his fingers. She obviously wanted to cum as much as I did. The difference was she could beg and I had to struggle not to make a sound. He was obviously enjoying the power he had over both of us. I could feel his cock harden in his pants beneath me. I was praying he would dismiss my mom, throw me over the desk and fuck me like I dreamed. I could feel my butt beginning to move under its own power to the cadence of his fingers. I tried to control it, but its movement was subconscious and primal. My mom was practically screaming to be allowed to climax, but Peter was unrelenting. He kept telling her he was proud of her and that she was a good girl not to cum yet. I was reaching the point where I didn’t think I could hold back. If he gave my mom permission to cum I knew she would be loud and I don’t think I could have held back being quiet or out of camera view. I wanted to see what she looked like. I’m sure she had a desperate need to cum look on her face.



Finally Peter told her to turn off the vibrator. She said “No, sir. Please not that. Please let me cum.” But then I heard the sound of the vibrator cease.



Peter surprised me again. “I will give you 30 minutes if you can get here in 5.” He then clicked off the Skype session.



“Why did you invite her here?” I asked almost crying.



Peter pushed two fingers into my pussy and starting fucking me. “First, you never question one of my decisions. Second, from where she is I don’t think she can get here in 5 minutes. Third, even if she does, so what. Maybe it’s time she knew what a complete slut for my cock you have become. Stand up.”



I was crying at this point. I didn’t want to share him. I’d been dreaming of this night for days. He put his arm around me and grabbed my wrists. He then walked me out into the living room and to the large picture window that dominated the space. He pushed me against the glass.



“Watch for your mom’s car,” he told me. “She now has 3 minutes.”



The glass was cool on my skin. Peter continued to play with my pussy and tug on the plug as I was on display to anyone who happened to look in the window. The house was private enough that other than by my mom, there probably wasn’t much risk of getting seen, but the mere fact that he was displaying me kept my arousal level peaked and my body in growing desperation for release.



“One minute to go. I think you’ll get your wish,” he announced. I moaned. “Please sir my I cum.”



“Not yet pet,” he said condescendingly.



My legs began to buckle. Then I saw my mom’s car turn the corner. Shit.



“I’ll give her credit,” Peter said. “She must have driven like a woman possessed. Maybe next weekend we can play.”



I wasn’t giving up that easily. He liked hearing my mom beg. Was he ready to listen to me do it as well? Apparently I said the right things because instead of taking me back to the den where my clothes were he brought me to the front door and had me stand behind it while he opened it for mom.



From the sounds it seemed like mom must have jumped him and started kissing him when he opened the door. Instead of watching them on a webcam I could now hear them together just a foot away and separated by a door. I heard my mom tell him he had to feel how wet she got in the car. I heard her pledge to be a good slavegirl to him. I heard her promise to do anything he wanted. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her. I was resigned to not getting fucked tonight. My only question was how was he going to get me out of there without getting caught. As it turned out, he wasn’t ready for me to leave just yet.



Although I was sure I was about to be discovered, having my mom and my dream man making out on the other side of the door while I was naked and cuffed was turning me on to no end. If I hadn’t been cuffed there would have been no way I could have resisted sticking my fingers into my smoldering pussy. From the sounds of it, that was exactly what Peter was doing to my mom. Between her moans she continued to try and convince him she was “ready” for whatever they had discussed last night. I knew it was related to her becoming his sex slave, which sounded good to me as well. I didn’t know the details, but if agreeing to those terms would get his cock in my pussy, I was ready, willing and able to do whatever he wanted. Finally he apparently was convinced my mom was sincere based on his next command for her.



“Go out to your car. Remove your clothes. Leave them in the car. Meet me in the bedroom.”



They were simple instructions that left no room for debate. He shut the door. Apparently she had agreed. He let me peak out the window. I could tell she was taking off her blouse while sitting in the front seat. Peter then wrapped his arm around me again and gave me a passionate kiss.



“Give me half an hour with her then I’ll send her home.”



I nodded, not that I had much choice. I was learning that arguing would do no good. I figured he’d leave me in the den while he defiled my mother again, but that would have been too easy. Instead he led me to his bedroom and had me sit in the closet. There was a tight latticework of wood slats that made up the closet door. If I held myself in just the right position I could see his bed. Of course I still didn’t have use of my hands and my ass was still plugged. I hoped he was being truthful about only giving my mom half and hour. I doubt I could last longer.



My mom returned moments later naked as the day she was born. Her smile lit up the room. I’d never seen her happier. She and Peter didn’t exchange any words. Apparently last night they had discussed her tasks in details. First her wrists were cuffed just like mine only in front of her body. I was jealous because that meant she could rub her clit. I was surprised when she didn’t. Had she previously been instructed no to touch herself? Next two cuffs were attached to her ankles. Finally he blindfolded her. I could see her tremble as he touched her.



My own pussy ached to be touched as I watched him slowly run his hands all over her body. She was standing at attention trying not to move as he examined every inch of her flesh. When he was done, he removed his clothes. God he was beautiful. His cock was already hard, although not quite at full erection. He gave her a command to drop to her knees, which she quickly did. Everyone knew what was going to happen next. While she busied herself pleasuring his cock, he looked over toward the closet. He knew exactly what I was feeling and what I wanted. He was a bastard for teasing me this way, but as I would later learn, I was being conditioned to control my naughty ways and evil desires. Later I would be taught to channel that control of my lust into serving him. But at the moment all I could think about was his beautiful cock.



I think the blowjob was more for my benefit than his or my mom. After a very short time he helped her onto the bed. I realized why her hands were cuffed in front of her when he pulled her arms above her head and hooked the short chain between the cuffs to a hook on the wall. Securing her legs took a little more work, but not much, as a spreader bar, conveniently stored under the bed, was attached to the cuffs on her ankles.



It was reminiscent to the position I saw her in last Saturday at our house, but this time she was bound for real and wasn’t going anywhere until Peter decreed it so. This time when he fucked her I got to watch up close and personal. I saw every thrust, heard every grunt and smelled a very strong scent of arousal fill the room. Just like last week my pussy was spasming in sympathy with his thrusts as he assaulted her pussy.



He didn’t take her ass that night. Given my plugged state that kind of surprised me as he obviously enjoyed anal play. Maybe that had done that last night and he was allowing her to recover or maybe that was a special plan for me. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t help myself from squeezing the plug and wondering what the next sized up one would feel like.



There was no chance I was going to orgasm in the closet, but that wasn’t the case with my mother. He must have given her permission ahead of time because when she came without warning he didn’t seem upset and he didn’t miss a beat with his pile driving performance. She came twice more before he pulled out and shot a good load onto her belly. Once again my mom got the cum I’d been dreaming about. At least now maybe it was my turn.



Mom wasn’t as worn out as had happened the other two times I’d witnessed since Peter didn’t go as long and it was still early evening. I figured that was good since I wanted her to go home instead of going to sleep. Peter removed the cuffs, but left them on the bed, along with the blindfold. Was he trying to send me a message that I was next?



Mom asked for a towel, but Peter told her to just go to the car and get dressed. He told her wanted her smelling like a cheap whore on the way home.



“Well if you want me smelling like a cheap whore for you,” mom countered, “the least you can do is take me out to dinner and show me off.”



Mom was really getting into this whole submission thing. With disappointment and shock, I heard Peter agree and say he knew just the place.



“Leave your bra a panties off in case I need easy access,” he told her. “I’m going to shower and will meet you outside.”



Mom had a smirk on her face as she left the bedroom. I think she thought she had somehow won and that she was now in control of him. I laughed silently to myself. I still don’t think she knew what she had agreed to a little while earlier.



I watched her walk out of the door. Peter then walked to the bedroom window to check on her progress. Satisfied she wasn’t coming back he walked back to the closet. True to his word he took a shower, but not before having me clean my mom’s cum off his cock for the third time. After he dressed he removed my butt plug and unclipped my cuffs.



“The place I’m taking her is pretty quick. After we’re done I’ll send her home. She’ll beg me to stay but I’ll find some little infraction to complain about and tell her she can’t spend the night because of it. I’ll send her home to think about her actions. It will drive her crazy. Should I have her play with herself in your bedroom? She’ll feel naughty masturbating on your bed.”



I knew that would drive me crazy. I nodded in agreement with his plan.



He told me to hang out, surf the net, chat on Yahoo, whatever I wanted. His only rule was no orgasms. He said he would know if I did and I would be punished again only this time not so lightly. He said he wanted my pussy wet and ready for action when he returned. Without saying it he was saying I should keep playing with myself but only as a tease. And he knew I would do just what he said.



Watching them drive away in his Jag was surreal. Not long before I had been in the same seat in the same aroused state my mom was in only she had just been fucked and had cum at least three times. I’d been spanked, plugged, fingered, teased and told to lick his cock clean but still hadn’t been allow to cum. I should have just fingered myself and then left. But I wasn’t ready to give him up and I didn’t want to be punished again so I didn’t.  There was also the minor problem of my clothes still being locked in his desk, although I assumed I could find something to wear or break the lock.



I went over to the bed. The sheets were damp with sweat. I could still smell my mom’s aroma as I put my nose down to the sheet. Then I got a great idea. OK, it was a risky stupid idea but I thought it was great at the time.



I sprinted back to the den and grabbed the second size butt plug. It was still considerably thinner in girth that his cock, but it was bigger than the one I wore before and figured I would earn some brownie points for using it. I brought it and the lube back to the bed. After greasing it up I positioned it at my backdoor. Having recently been plugged for an hour must have helped because with one strong push it popped inside of me and my ass clamped shut around it. Its size took my breath away for a moment.  Then I grabbed the ankle cuffs Peter had fortunately left on the bed and attached to the spreader bar.



I was a bit of a struggle to cuff my ankles with my legs spread that far apart, but fortunately my swim stretching made it possible. Then I scooted up the bed until I reached the wrist cuffs. Fortunately those could be removed from the hook. I put them on and before I clipped them together I put on the blindfold. I was now ready to wait for Peter’s return. I felt proud of myself for getting into this position as I threw my arms up to catch the chain between the cuffs on the hook. I was now trapped until the man I hoped to call master returned. Of course my mind wandered in lust, as it seemed to do a lot lately and once again time seemed to stand still. Had it been an hour when I heard the garage door open? Or had it been two? Did he really send my mom home or had he told her everything. If he had it was too late for me to make as excuse. There was no way my current position could be mistaken for anything but what it was; a blatant effort to get him to fuck me. I heard the door to the garage shut. Then I heard the sound of heels on the hardwood floor in the living room. I tried to remember if my mom had been wearing heels. I wasn’t 100% sure but I didn’t think so. Of course not, stupid, she was naked when she came into the house. My mind was reeling. I heard the bedroom door open.



“Oh my,” a sultry deep voice exclaimed. It was definitely not my mom. “What a nice present Peter has left me.”



I heard her move across the room and I smelled an exotic scent even before I felt her weight sit on the edge of the bed.


I shivered in expectation.


Mom’s New Boyfriend Chapter 03


I felt a gentle finger draw up my stomach and then a fingernail graze my nipple. It was a knowing finger. I sensed she knew exactly what I was feeling bound on the bed.


“This is very interesting,” she said in a husky dark voice with an Eastern European accent. “Usually girls here for an audition are in the studio. They also are not bound and helpless. Why did Peter leave you here?”


Her finger continued exploring my body causing me to shiver, something I’m sure she could sense.


“Um, Peter,” I stammered as a wave of pleasure surged through my body. “Um, Peter didn’t put me here. I did this.”


My mystery woman now was concentrating on my nipples. She squeezed them, then tugged them and let them snap back down. My mind was reeling.


“Very interesting indeed,” she opined. “OK with me. Let’s see what you can do.”



I felt her weight leave the bed and with her hands free of my body my erotic fog started to lift. I felt her remove the blindfold. I guess she wanted me to see her.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see why. She was gorgeous. She had long jet-black hair cut to frame her face. She was wearing a three quarter leather coat, strange for this time of year I noted, and had on black stockings. Her shoes were what could only be described as fuck me pumps. I looked her up and down as best I could. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact I think she welcomed my gaze.


She began to unzip her coat revealing an expansive cleavage. I’d always been jealous of woman with large breasts due to my small swimmers boobs. And although I’d only recently started having sexual thoughts about women in the team changing room, this mysterious woman’s breasts were captivating. I couldn’t stop looking as she continued to unzip her coat. She was definitely going slow on purpose. She knew from her fingers that I was aroused and now she was practically daring me to watch her with lust in my heart.


When the zipper reached her waist she pulled the coat open and began to cup her breasts. They were obviously fake, but that didn’t mean they were not spectacular. Her palms could barely contain them and her fingertip just barely reached her nipples. She was looking at me and licking her lips. She looked like a predator. Bound as I was to the bed (doing that to myself didn’t seem like such a good idea all of a sudden) I was clearly her prey. Where the hell was Peter?


The woman lifted her right breast and licked her own nipple. A single strand of saliva hung in the air as she lowered her hard nipple away from her mouth. My own mouth was watering. I’d never had the desire to suck another woman’s tits, but I wanted her. I also wondered if she was as wet as I was right then.


Her wanton display continued as she unzipped the rest of her coat. She was holding it closed denying me a view of the rest of her charms. She turned around and pulled the top of the coat down over her shoulders. As I knew from her tit flash, she was topless. I struggled to lift my head to see each inch after inch of her perfect alabaster skin as it was revealed. She was seducing me without saying a word and my worries about who she was were quickly disappearing.


Finally her coat reached the small of her back revealing her perfect hourglass figure as her hips flared out just enough. Next I realized she wasn’t just topless. With the exception of her stockings, a garter belt to hold them and her shoes, she was naked under her coat. I salivated more as her perfect ass came into view. One thing swimmers know is having a tight butt and hers was as perfect as anyone’s on my team. I couldn’t understand how she had been outside wearing just the coat, but as my eyes followed the back of the coat down her amazing legs minor details like why she dressed like that were hardly relevant. Finally she dropped her coat on the floor and turned around.


Her front, dominated by her massive, firm, tits was equally if not more impressive. With her model’s face, perfect body and a neatly trimmed landing strip above her pussy, she simply oozed sex. As I was soon to learn, she did that in more ways than one.


As she moved back to the bed I was focused on her pussy. As she began to crawl onto the bed again I had an up close and personal view as she straddled my body. Her knees were pressing down onto my shoulder blades. I could smell her scent as her pussy moved near my mouth. I was frozen in fear of my first lesbian encounter obviously about to begin. My mind was racing. What was I supposed to do? Well more specifically, how was I supposed to do it? What if I wasn’t good enough? Wait, what did she mean by “audition.” But before I could voice an objection or say a word, this goddess settled her pussy right over my mouth.


I didn’t resist her, not because my bondage prevented it, but because she captivated me. I began giving her little kisses and trying to move my mouth back and forth. Apparently that didn’t please her as she instructed me to stick my tongue deep into her pussy and “clean her out.” As I did I first tasted her. Her woman’s flavor was much stronger than what I had experienced sucking my mom’s essence from Peter’s cock. Then I tasted something salty. I realized the flavor was cum from my many blowjobs I’d given my boyfriends. The woman started sliding back and forth on my face as the mixture of cum and girl juice drained from her pussy. She must have been freshly fucked and possibly by more than one person as the quantity dripping on my tongue was plentiful.


She began humping my face faster and faster. Looking up I could see her perfectly toned core and massive breasts begin to heave. She was holding the headboard tightly for stability as she continued to ride me. My nose was rubbing against the top of her pussy and against her clit. She was screaming obscenities at me. I didn’t take them personally. I knew she was just trying to get herself off. I had often fantasized about being so turned on that I was screaming my head off like she was right then. Of course I dreamed of being fucked by a big cock not riding the talentless tongue of a lesbian virgin, but the concept was the same. I did my best to keep my tongue doing its job, but eventually she was moving too fast and our encounter became her just rubbing herself off on my face. At least I was making a contribution.


She came with a howl and more girl juice (this time no mixture as I had apparently got all the guy cum out of her) flowed into my mouth. She was sweeter now. My ears were sore from the rubbing of her stocking covered thighs on them. As she continued to quake on my face I realized my own pussy had begun to beg for attention. My intense need for stimulation reminded me of how I felt around Peter. I prayed she would not be so reluctant to give me what I craved. Finally she stopped moving and just sat still on my face. Her breathing was still ragged and her breasts were still heaving, but a few minutes later she had recovered and then climbed off of me.


I expected her to untie me at that point, but instead she walked out of the room into the master bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then heard the shower turn on. My pussy was churning with need with no relief in sight. Again I lamented tying myself up as I was reliant on her to get me off. Her shower was short, maybe five minutes or so in length. She walked back out of the bathroom naked, except for a towel she was using to rub her hair. I strained my neck to look at her, but she ignored me. She walked past the bed to what looked like a walk in closet. I didn’t get a good view, but when she turned the light on I did notice it looked large and had a mirrored dressing table. She shut the door and I was alone again.


My mind worked through all the permeations I could imagine. Was this Peter’s wife? If it was she obviously didn’t care that he and I had a relationship, if that is what you could all what we were doing. She was obviously fucking multiple men based on the amount of cum I’d sucked out of her pussy. She didn’t seem to mind that I was tied up on her bed so I assumed she was kinky. I wondered if she knew about my mom. I guessed tonight had been the first time my mom had called Peter Master and been tied to his bed, but maybe this woman had been to my house before or maybe they had fucked at a hotel. Then there was her comment that I was here for an audition. What was that about? These variations and more swirled through my head but did little to cool my arousal. If anything I was getting hornier. Was this woman getting ready for bed? I wasn’t sure what time it was but it didn’t seem that late. Was she calling Peter from the closet? If she did, what would he tell her?


I lay back and tried to relax until I heard the door open again. One thing was for sure. My theory that maybe she was getting ready for bed was 1000% wrong. If I had been surprised that she had been naked under her coat when she came home I was downright shocked by the leather corset that she was wearing now. Her tits were overflowing from the top and her already tiny waist was further pulled in making her hips appear to bulge out. She was still wearing stockings although they were now fishnet in style. Her garter belt was gone replaced by stocking straps built into the corset. A different pair of high heels, still black, graced her feet. These appeared to be a 4” stiletto. I wondered how it was possible to walk in such a shoe. She obviously had lots of practice as she walked with grace, poise and purpose back toward the bed. Looking down at her pussy, I noticed the corset had a crotch snap, but it was closed. I prayed that she would soon give me pleasure instead of just having me take care of her. She sat back on the edge of the bed crossing her legs and then looked me deep into my eyes.


“So, who the fuck are you,” she asked and without waiting for an answer, “you don’t eat pussy like the girls Peter normally brings me.”


I felt like a total nobody in her presence. If I could have hid under the blanket I would.


“I’m Brittney,” I finally managed to answer. “Peter told me to wait for him.”


“Of course you had to wait,” she replied with a confused tone. “Where could you go?”


As she said that she started running her fingernail along my overheated flesh. I quivered again and tried to answer, but it was difficult. I didn’t want to tell her everything. I didn’t really want to tell her anything except whatever would be necessary to get her to slide that maddening fingernail over my clit. She knew I was being evasive and she also knew she held all the cards to make me talk. With a snicker she stood up and walked over to the dresser.


“Usually Peter brings my new toys to the playroom. I don’t have everything I need to get you to tell me the truth, but not to worry, you’ll talk sooner rather than later.”


I watched as she brought a small vibrator over to the bed, turned it on and then placed it on my stomach. “Don’t let that fall,” she warned.


She then walked back to the bathroom. I was struggling to remain still while the vibrator buzzed on my tummy. When she returned she had a small jar with her. I couldn’t tell what it was, but when she reached the end of the bed and gave my plug a little tug I had the feeling it was more lube.


“I see you’re using Pete’s level two plug. How long have you had that in your beautiful bum?”


I confessed that it had only been since he left and that I wasn’t sure how long ago that happened. Without ceremony she pulled it out. I wished she had given me time to stretch a little more before she popped it out, but when she did I felt empty inside.


“Let me go wash this before we continue,” she announced and then walked out of the room. I followed her with my eyes as she walked into the hallway and disappeared. I rocked as best I could without knocking over the vibe and discovered the jar was Vicks Vapo Rub. That did not bode well for me. She returned a few minutes later. She didn’t have the plug but she was holding what appeared to be two dildos and a riding crop. She set the three items on the bed next to the Vicks.


“So let me get this straight. You’re not here for an audition, Peter left you here alone and you tied yourself up. That is your story. Are you sticking to it?”


“Yes. That is what happened. It is the truth,” I told her. I could tell she didn’t believe me.


“Maybe you are telling the truth. You don’t fit Peter’s typical profile, but I need to be sure. You’ll tell me the truth soon enough.”


I was willing to try and convince her, but her game was also a turn on. She was as kinky as Peter or maybe more so. I decided to play along as see where things went.


The first thing was she sucked both of my nipples until they were achingly hard and very sensitive. So far so good as far as I was concerned. Then she opened the jar of Vicks. If you have never had menthol applied to your naughty bits it is a unique experience. At first, other than the smell there seemed to be no effect. Then my nipples started getting warm. Then they started tingling. Then I realized why she had sucked them so furiously first. My nipples were so erect and distended that tiny cracks in the skin had appeared giving more surface area for the Vicks to work its magic. And work its magic it did.


My nipples continued to warm up and I soon was begging for her to wipe off the Vicks. She went back to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth which she placed on my chest just under my breasts.


“Are you ready to talk yet?” she questioned.


I could see this was her game. Peter played the same game teasing me with his cock. He believed he could keep a woman on edge until she had one mind-blowing orgasm. This woman certainly had the teasing part down. I was determined to take this out as long as I could.


“I’ve already told you everything,” I replied.


With my nipples on fire she picked up the Vicks again and put a small dollop on her left fingertip. She then looked down at my pussy. With her right hand she began to rub my clit. I instantly moaned. I wanted her to touch me intimately and bring me off as much as anything I had ever wanted.


“There is something you could say that will earn the orgasm you so obviously crave. But I’m not going to tell you what that something is. Trust me if I put this (she held up her other hand to make sure I saw the Vicks) on your little girl clitty it will irritate you to no end but you will not be cumming for several hours. I was on the edge of climaxing as she toyed with my clit. She knew it and I knew she knew. She then stopped and surprised me. She stood up and unsnapped the bottom of her corset. I assumed she was going to have me lick her pussy again. I was wrong. Instead she put the Vicks on her own clit. She then snapped her corset back shut. I could tell from the look on her face it was already working to irritate and arouse her.


She then began to seriously tease me. I thought she had teased me before, but now it was really game on. She started by crawling between my legs and licking my pussy. I admit I didn’t know what I was doing when she sat on my face, but this woman was experienced and had me crawling the walls in moments. Then she stopped. Then she picked up the crop. She was fairly gentle, although at the time I didn’t think, so as she snapped the leather loop at the end against my thighs, arms, stomach, soles of my feet and finally against my breasts, nipples and pussy. Then she stopped and licked my pussy some more until I was again at the edge of exploding.


This time after she stopped she just let me cool down without touching or cropping me. Then she picked up one of the dildos. It was the smaller of the two she had brought. She didn’t need to lubricate it. It slid up my pussy easily for the 10 agonizingly slow strokes she gave me and then she pulled it out and had me lick it clean.


This process repeated three or four times. Each time she was bending my will to her. I was reaching the breaking point. My nipples were still on fire and I needed to cum more than I ever had before. I was still on the edge of cumming, but I couldn’t go over the top. My juices were pouring out of my pussy as she once again stopped eating me out. This time instead of picking up the crop or the dildo, however, she reached for the second dildo which also had a harness attached to it. As she was strapping it around her waist she told me one last time to confess why I was here or she would untie me and send me home. She didn’t need to tell me what my reward would be if I told her my full story. Defeated at not being about to outlast her I confessed. She got on top of me and put the first inch of her dildo into my smoldering pussy but left the rest ready to thrust forward and me desperately trying to arch my hips upward.


“Peter is fucking my mother,” I screamed. She pushed a little bit forward into my cunt. I moaned.


“I sucked his dick the first time I saw him,” I confessed with a little more femcock as my reward.


I told her everything. She filled me up. I told her how I had masturbated dreaming about him, how I watched him fuck my mom at our house, how I sucked him off again, how I wore the balls for him at the swim meet, how he spanked me, how I watched him tie and fuck my mom on this bed, how she called him Master and how I came to be bound where she found me because I wanted the same thing.


The more I confessed, the deeper she penetrated me until she started pistoning the dildo in and out of me. Her breasts were rubbing my hyper sensitive nipples as she began to bang me harder than any man any had done before. There was no question I would not be able to hold back my climax. Although I knew Peter wanted his women to wait until he gave them permission to cum she had not said anything one was or the other on the subject so I didn’t try to hold back. I would not have succeeded in doing so anyway. I was squealing and shaking as I climaxed on her cock. She didn’t slow down at all. She just kept pounding me. There was no question she loved the control she had over me and wasn’t about to give up her dominance. I was a babbling piece of meat by the time she finally pulled out of me. Like Peter she wanted to have me clean the strap on before she put it back away in the dresser drawer. I was still trying to catch my breath when she returned.


“You have a decision to make,” she told me. “If you call Peter Master, you will also be serving me and will call me Mistress.”


“I accept Mistress,” I blurted out.


“No so fast eager little one,” she cautioned. “If we accept you as our slave, you will be on call to attend to all our needs.”


“I understand Mistress,” I claimed.


“I could tell you were different from the usual girls Peter leaves me by the way you ate my pussy. You are inexperienced, but you were trying. Usually the girls have tongues like dead fishes. You will learn to be an expert in pleasing me. I called Peter while I was getting dressed and he told me about you and that you are a swimmer. We will work around your team schedule, but when we call you will come to us.”


“Yes Mistress,” I said more hopefully that this goddess was accepting me.


“At times we will have you service our friends and possibly use you in our business endeavors. Is that a problem?”


“No Mistress,” I said with more than a little bit of noticeable worry in my voice. I didn’t like the thought of being loaned out like a whore and didn’t know what kind of business would need me. Then I wondered if my mom was getting the same lecture from Peter as she professed her need to serve him.


The woman seemed happy and began sliding her finger along my wet slit.


“I do so enjoy a slut who gets so wet from my touch. Are there any questions you want to ask?”


My first question was about what business they were in and why she thought I was there to “audition.” She said that would be explained soon enough. Then I asked her about my mom. She told me Peter was giving her some preliminary training back at my house as she had been accepted as a “probationary” slave in their service. I asked if I was considered probationary as well and she said I was but not to worry, she could already tell I would do fine.


That made me feel good. Then I asked how many other slaves they had in their service. She said that was on a need to know basis and that at that moment, the only thing I needed to worry about was pleasing her and pleasing Peter. I didn’t like that answer, but I didn’t question it. I asked if she and Peter were married and she confirmed they were. I had one final question and that was what was her name.


“Mistress is all you need to call me,” she told me bluntly, “but if you wish to be formal, Mistress Dasha is my full name. From now on you will also call my husband Master or Master Peter.  You will also not speak unless spoken to, you will obey every order immediately without question, and always show deference to your superiors.”


“Do you understand?” she asked.


“Yes,” I answered.


“Yes, Mistress or yes, Mistress Dasha!” she corrected me and before I could answer again she picked up the crop and snapped it on my thigh.


“Yes Mistress Dasha,” I howled.


“Good. I need to make some arrangements so you rest for now. I will be back for you soon.”


She turned on the vibe, low setting of course, left it leaning vertically on my pussy and turned to leave the room. I was shocked how fast my life had turned around that I’d just pledged myself to serve the Goddess Dasha as I watched her walk out, flip the light switch and turn off the light. If I could have moved I would have grabbed the vibe and jammed it into my soaking pussy. But I couldn’t. I could only lie there and dream about her return as well as the return of my new Master.


As I lay in the bed I tried to listen to any sounds my new Mistress was making, but all was quiet. I was thinking of her pussy and how she had pledged to teach me the proper way to pleasure her. I was thinking of my new Master’s cock and how to pleasure him and hopefully how he would pleasure me.  Then it was time. Mistress Dasha reentered the bedroom. She looked even sexier than before if that was possible.  She unhooked my binds and helped me from the bed. I rubbed my wrists to jump-start the blood circulation. I looked at her for direction, but I did not speak. I was trying to be a good slave and not speak unless I was spoken to first.


“Come with me,” was all she said.


Mistress Dasha led me down the hallway to another bedroom. This one also had a private bathroom. Mistress explained to me that this would be my bedroom tonight. I was to go into the bathroom and use the toilet, then I should shower and then dress in the clothes she would put on the bed. I was then to come find her. I nodded that I understood. As I was walking into the bathroom and she was walking out the bedroom door she stopped and said on more thing.


“When you come looking for me, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees.”


She then left the room leaving no opportunity for debate. I went into the bathroom and did my business. It was tough not to masturbate while I had a few minutes to myself. Even though I had just cum my body was demanding more. I took a quick shower and dried myself off. Then I walked back into the bedroom. My clothes, if you could call them that, we lying on the bed. To start with there were 4 leather cuffs. OK, I knew what those were for and quickly put them on my wrists and ankles. Next on the bed was a chainmail halter-top. There was a leather collar that buckled around my neck, which had about 15 thin chains hanging off of it, and attached to another leather strap that went around my belly button. The chains hung over my chest and rubbed against my nipples while the back was strapless.


There was nothing to wear as panties or a skirt, but the butt plug kit was back. I looked at the third size trying to decide if I should be daring, but I opted for the middle one that I had already worn once. I didn’t think I was ready for the big one yet. Finally there was a pair of fuck me pumps, which looked remarkably like the ones my Mistress was wearing when she came home tonight. I wondered if they were the same ones. Sliding them on my feet they were big on me. That would make walking in them even harder, but since I had to crawl to my Mistress, I guess that wouldn’t be a problem.


On my hands and knees I left the bedroom. I was starting to get an idea about the layout of their house but I didn’t have a clue where my Mistress had gone so I had to go exploring. It took me a long time but I finally found her in the basement where they had a video projector and wonderful leather theater seats set up. Mistress was sitting in the center seat. Even from behind I could tell she was fingering her pussy as an image of a young girl being fucked hard played on the screen in front of her. I crawled around the chairs expecting her to have me take over, but I was wrong.


“Oh good, you are here,” she said. She stopped masturbating, stood up and snapped her corset crotch back closed. “I have a gift for you.”


I watched with fascination as she picked up a silver chain, which was sitting next to her. I thought at first it was a necklace but then I realized it was longer and had a handle at one end and a clasp at the other. I quickly realized it was a leash. Then I realized the halter I was wearing had a D-ring connector in the front. Quickly the leash was attached to my collar. It was a thin metal that I’m sure I could break, but the symbolism was unmistakable. I now belong to her.


“From now on when you enter this house you will do so from the side garage door. We will give you the security code. Just inside the garage is a locker. You will strip naked and place your clothes neatly in the locker. We may check that you followed this simple order and take care of your clothes. If you just toss them in and we notice you will be punished. Is that clear?”


“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.


“You may find an outfit to wear. If you do not, you are to remain naked. You may also find other written instructions. If you do you must follow them exactly. Do you understand?”


“Yes, Mistress,” I replied again. My pussy juice was flowing freely just thinking about these first few rules.


“When you are at the house you can assume you are the low person on the totem pole unless we tell you otherwise. We have many guests who will know you are our sub, but most of them will not have free reign to use you without our permission. You will learn quickly your place. If there ever is a doubt about whether to follow the instruction of a guest I want you to err on the side of completing the task unless it is outside our agreed upon limits. If a guest exceeds their authority with you, Peter or I will deal with them. Is that understood?”


“Yes, Mistress. It is. May I ask a question?” I said hopefully not sure if that violated the rule against talking only when I was talked to.


“Yes, my pet,” Mistress Dasha responded. “You may ask questions provided you show deference to my superiority. If it is inappropriate I will tell you.”


“What are limits?” I asked.


“A good question,” she told me. I felt good for having asked something she did not deem was a waist of her time.


“We believe in safe, sane play. Your actual limits will be discovered as we train you to be the perfect sub slut. I can tell you neither Peter nor I have any interest in scat play, although we both obviously enjoy anal play and occasionally watersports. (I started making a list in my head to research later on the Internet.) We also don’t do anything with animals or allow anyone under the age of 18 to participate. Everyone must also consent to participate. You will need to provide a video confession that you are here of your own free will, but we will get to that later. Understand?”


“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for explaining that to me.”


“Let’s begin your training shall we?” she said although I knew it wasn’t really a question. “Peter should be home soon from your mom’s and I want to be sure you are ready. I wouldn’t want that pretty little ass of your spanked again… at least not yet.”


Mistress Dasha began by explaining that when I was with a superior I should always crawl (or walk if instructed) two steps behind and to the right if space allowed. This made it easy for my Dom(me) to hold my leash or at least gave my inferior position in the relationship a physical presence. She had me crawl behind her around the basement to show me what she expected. She then had me stand. She released the silver chain leash making sure if fell between my breasts.


“If your leash is released, it must always hang between your breasts if you are standing or sitting upright. If you are laying down and you have not been given conflicting orders, it should also be between your breasts and laying on your stomach. Obviously if you are bound you may be released from this rule unless your bondage is such that you have some control of your leash’s placement. For example…”


Mistress Dasha had me lay down on my back with my hands underneath me. My leash was off to the side of my left breast. She explained that from this position I should be able to rock my body such that the chain would move into the proper position. I she watched me closely as I tried to flip the chain between my boobs. She seemed amused that on three occasions it hit my nipple instead and fell back to the side. Finally I got the chain where it belonged.


“You’ll have to practice that move as usually you will not have as much freedom of movement. But it is a good start and you have earned a reward.”


Her reward was conspicuously like a punishment as she ran her finger over my clit several times. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel great. It did. But of course I craved more of her touch and a few seconds of her long nails teasing me was torture knowing my ultimate release was not forthcoming. Then she had me stand again. I kept my arms behind my back, but it was much easier to flip my leash into position.


“Now I want you to stand straight and put your hands on the back of your head,” my Mistress lovingly commanded. As I did she added a command to spread my legs.


“This is the inspection pose. We will do it frequently so learn it well. When you arrive expect that we will check that you followed whatever instructions were in the locker. We will also check that any other instruction we gave you were completed. If we have guests a reinspection may be appropriate.”


She walked around me examining my skin. She squeezed my ass and fondled my tits. She then rubbed my pussy and pushed two fingers inside of me.


“Your pussy must always be wet and ready for us should we desire to use your hole. I doubt that will be an issue for you given how much juice just gushed on my fingers. However if you are not prepared when you arrive, masturbate in the car before entering the garage. When we call you at a specific time we usually will have need of your services quickly so you need to be prepared. You must always be on time so take the necessary time to arouse yourself in the car into account.”


I noticed she didn’t ask if I understood. It hardly mattered as I definitely did. I also agreed with her that staying aroused around them would not be a problem. Mistress Dasha then tugged on my butt plug and wiggled it a bit.


“Your ass is nice and tight, just the way we both like them. Tomorrow before you leave you will get your first butt fucking. Don’t worry, it will not be Peter yet. That will come soon enough but not until you are ready. Now let me give you a tour of the house. Crawl behind me.”


I dropped to my knees quickly after she took my leash in her hand. It was a challenge to crawl fast enough as she walked at a determined pace, but I managed to scamper behind successfully with her tugging my leash only a couple of times.


Mistress showed me around the house spending extra time in the kitchen explaining where everything was located. She explained that one of my duties would be to serve them whatever meals or drinks were required while I was here. Since I assumed this would primarily be on weekends I wondered what other slave girls they had during the week. I wondered how often my mom would be filling that role.


She also took me into the garage. The concrete floor was cold on my hands and knees. She showed me a bank of lockers. There were four of them. The first one had a piece of masking tape with the name Cathy written on the top. That must have been my mom’s locker. It had an unlocked padlock on it and was empty. The second locker was locked and had my clothes in it. Mistress must have transferred them from Peter’s desk. The third locker had a nametag that read “Susan.” It also had some kind of bodysuit in it. I couldn’t get a good look but it appeared to be made of latex possibly. I wondered if I would be getting such an outfit. The fourth was empty with no nametag. I guessed there were three of us in service at this time. Mistress picked up the roll of tape and a black Sharpie from a nearby shelf.


“Am I right in thinking your mom doesn’t know that Peter brought you here?”


“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “At least I don’t think so.”


“I need to mark your locker, but I will permit you to use your middle name if you want to try to hide your submission from her a while longer.”


“Thank you mistress,” I said. “My middle name is Ann.”


My Mistress tore off a short piece of tape. “You know she is going to find out soon enough. It has been dumb luck you have not been caught yet.”


“Yes, Mistress. I understand. But please let us not rush when that may happen.”


She must have agreed because she stuck the tape on the locker and wrote Ann on it. Then she appeared to think for a moment and pulled the tape off. I was worried that she decided that hiding from my mom wasn’t a good idea. Instead she put it on the fourth locker.


“It’s too cute by half to use your middle name but put your locker next to her’s. She may think it is strange that we have a slave that shares your middle name. If I put you to the right of Susan she may just think it is happy coincidence.”


I was sure mom would question our subterfuge, but since Mistress Dasha had spoken, the issue was resolved and not open for discussion. She then had me follow her out into the back yard. As I crawled along I felt like I was her dog she was talking for a walk. Their yard was expansive with a typically large California pool. As it was a huge piece of property in the Hills, the yard was very private although there was no fence.


“Does my pet need to go to the bathroom?” Mistress Dasha cooed in a condescending voice. “Just kidding,” she added after a long pregnant pause. “I’ll humiliate you for fun, but making you piss outside isn’t my thing. I can’t say the same for my guests though, especially if we are having a party. Things can get a little wild.”


I nodded my head. I did not want to pee out there.


Mistress then had me stand. “Let’s see how well you walk behind me.”


She led me around the yard and I matched her pace staying two steps behind her and offset to the right. She was still holding my leash that was strung taunt over her shoulder. If the neighbors could see us we must have made an interesting sight. Mistress Dasha in her revealing corset, stockings and heels and me basically naked except for the chainmail, butt plug, heels and following her attached to a leash. Although I thought the yard was private and that we were cloaked in the gray shadow of indirect light, there was one set of eyes following my every step with the aid of a night vision spotter’s scope.


As we headed back toward the house I saw the bright lights of a car pull into the driveway. I assumed it was Peter. Mistress Dasha changed her direction and led me through the side yard to the front of the garage. This was far less private. I could see a couple other houses now and they had lights on. She stopped, standing about three feet in front of the garage door and told me to kneel. My head was spinning being so exposed in a semi-public place. The front yard had much more light and I heard at least two cars drive past while I waited for Peter to exit his car and greet us. When he did he looked down at me approvingly.


“You are a natural just like your mother, Brittney,” he said. All of a sudden my nervousness about being exposed to their neighbors vanished. I was where I belonged.


“I am sure you would prefer to be inside, but if I asked you to suck my cock right here, would you do it?”


I looked down at the ground before confessing that I would.


“And how about properly servicing your Mistress’ pussy. Would you do that right here as well?”


I thought about that for a moment. I wasn’t questioning where I would do it. That was a given. But I wanted to give him a more truthful and thoughtful answer.


“Master, I would welcome the opportunity to pleasure my Mistress, but this humble slave does not believe she has had enough practice to do it properly yet.”


I looked up long enough to see him smile and then look at his wife to confirm with her that I had given an excellent response.


“Not to worry, pet, you will receive all the training and practice you need to become an excellent cunnophile. I have few complaints about your skills as a filatrix as well. How about fucking me right here, right now while you simultaneously eat your Mistress’ pussy.”


My breathing was getting heavy as all this sexual talk any my confessions were turning me on. “Of course master,” I breathlessly replied worried that he might actually do it. “I am here to serve both of you in any way I can for your pleasure.”


Master Peter commented that his wife had brought me along very quickly. “You’ll have to give me a recap of your evening later,” he said. “Her mom’s on board but she isn’t nearly so agreeable just yet. Maybe I’ll turn you loose on her tomorrow afternoon to get her up to speed.”


“Did you screw Thomas tonight like you planned?” Peter said addressing his wife. “I bet he’s watch us right now.”


“No doubt he is and yes I did,” Dasha replied. “I told him you were leaving me a new pet. He wants to come over for breakfast, damn horned dog. I did his dad too. Brittney was nice enough to clean their cum out of me when I came home.”


“Oh she did, did she?” he said with a disbelief in his voice. “She just met you.”


“Actually she had not even met me yet. She tied herself up on the bed and put on a blindfold. I just sat on her face and she was good enough to drink every drop.”


“I knew she was a natural sub the first time she sucked my cock,” he said proudly. “We’ll if Richard is watching, let’s give him a little show before we take her in to play.”


I certainly didn’t like the sound of that. I was even more shocked when their idea for a little show was for me to turn and face their neighbor’s house, sit down on my ass, spread my legs and play with myself.


“This may be your last chance to cum tonight, slut, so you had better enjoy yourself. We’ll be back in a little while,” my new Master told me.


With that they walked back into the house, shut the garage and left me alone naked on the driveway. I didn’t know who this Richard was whom they spoke of and maybe it was all a ruse to test me. But given the opportunity to cum I wasn’t about to waste it on technicalities like sitting in the driveway or having some horn dog watch me. If fact, I channeled both thoughts and began to rub my swollen pussy. It had been craving action for hours now and I knew I would cum quickly if they allowed it and didn’t return too quickly.


I imagined some slob of a guy in a second floor bedroom watching me while he strokes his puny cock. I rubbed my clit furiously and tweeked my nipples. I wondered what my Master and Mistress were doing inside. Preparing some new task for me no doubt. Visions of Mistress’ breasts and the sweet taste of her pussy along with memories of Master’s amazing cock brought me closer to the release my body craved. If I really had an audience and they had not just been joking with me to test whether I would really do this, I hoped he would cum at the same time I did. I pictured him shoot long stringy ribbons of cum against his window as my body released its pent up sexual energy. I was not quiet either. There was no way I could be. Anyone outside in the neighborhood would have heard me screaming in ecstasy. I’m sure my Master and Mistress would hear me inside as well. I hoped I made them proud.


As good as my orgasm was, my body wasn’t satisfied. My pussy continued to pulse. They had not told me one orgasm was my limit, although I knew that was Master’s preference, so I continued to play with myself and tried to Jill off one more time before they returned.


I now pictured Richard looking out of the streaky window, his wife having discovered what he was doing from his own sounds of release. I imagined she was disgusted with him, but aroused by watching what got him off. I rolled over on my hands and knees into the position Mistress Dasha had taught me. Instead of crawling to safety, however, I spread my legs and reached between them to continue to finger my clit. I imagined Richard’s wife was really his Domme and that she had a collection of  strap-ons that she used on him. (Parenthetically tomorrow I would learn how far off I was on my fantasy, but for the time being it was bringing me close to another climax very rapidly.) Having already cum on Mistress Dasha’s fake cock tonight I now pictured being impaled from behind from the neighbor lady. Mistress said she wanted a good pet so of course he would want the neighbor to fuck me from behind. I imagined her leaning against the glass fingering herself as Richard leaned back spent in his chair. Then I pictured Mistress Dasha wearing her strap-on pushing it into my mouth while her neighbor plowed my field. Maybe Master would join us and give me his cock or maybe after my ass was broken in all three would use me at the same time!


It was too much for my mind to comprehend at the moment and I started to cum again and then a third time. I was getting worn out like I’d seen happen to my mom. I wondered if that was the plan. Maybe Peter was tired from training my mom. Maybe he planned to go to sleep. Maybe they just wanted to see how long I would continue to make myself orgasm on their driveway.


The answer to the last question was four. The answer to the other questions was a resolute no. They still had plans for me. Eventually Peter came back outside. I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t wearing pants, that his cock was hard or that he expected me to suck him off on the driveway. I also wasn’t surprised that I tasked his wife on his dick and that after cleaning him off he chose not to finish in my mouth.  He stood next to me and stroked my hair like he was petting his dog.


While my lust was temporarily satisfied from the five orgasms (1 on the bed, 4 on the driveway) I had already, I was in no way less in need of feeling his cock inside of me and of feeling his cum pumping into my pussy or mouth. When I was done cleaning him and he was done teasing me with the thought that he might give me a big load to savor, he took my leash and I crawled back into the house following him diligently. Mistress Dasha was still in her corset. I had guessed maybe she would have slipped into something more comfortable, but I suppose she wanted to make sure I remembered she had dominion over me. I could hardly forget as Master Peter was tugging on my leash, but I was pleased nonetheless to see her still wearing her sexy outfit. I noticed the crotch strap was unhooked, no doubt from their recent fuck. I wondered if I was going to have to clean her out as well. Actually I hoped I would have to clean her out as well.


“Based on the security camera footage, I would say you did very well on the driveway,” Mistress commended me. I thanked her for the kind words.


“Your Master gave me a good screwing while we watched you. But trust me, I am not satisfied and I doubt you are either. “


“No Mistress, I am not,” I replied.


My Mistress stood up and took my leash from my Master’s hand. She told me to stand and follow. She led me back downstairs. Peter followed about a minute later. We had been standing in the theater area. Peter held up a key and opened another door. Inside that room was a large bed, shelves holding an adult bookstore worth of sex toys, a sex swing and what I immediately recognized as a Sybian. I’d read stories about them and seen pictures online but I never thought I’d see one in person. There were also two video cameras on tripods.


“This is where the auditions are usually held,” Mistress explained. That is why I was surprised to find you in my bed.”


“I didn’t tell you, but I produce adult videos for a living,” my Master confessed. “We do a wide variety of styles under many company names, but if you want to work for us, you have probably been in this room.”


I started to get nervous. Did they expect me to perform in their movies? What about my mom? I wondered if they anticipated filming us together? My guts were churning and my arousal was fading as he told me about their companies. They could tell my enthusiasm was waning so they assured me a life in adult films was not their plan for me. They just wanted me as a “good little sex slave” as my Mistress described. Peter explained there was always a new girl trying to break into the industry to play with, but a quality submissive as they hoped I would become was worth her weight in gold. I’m not sure I really believed them, but what could I do? My Mistress explained a new game for the three of us to play.


“I know you are desperate to get his cock into that tight pussy of yours my pet,” she began. “But I’m not sure I’m ready to share with you just yet. I’m more concerned with you learning to control your orgasms. So here’s the deal. You are going to hop onto that Sybian like a good little slut. I’ll keep it on low while you get adjusted to it and while you lick my pussy and suck his cock so we’re ready to fuck again.”


I didn’t like the sound of this game so far, but I do remember thinking how nice it was that a 40 something couple still had the hots for each other enough to fuck again just 20 minutes after already doing it.


“Then I will turn the machine on high. I know you will not last long. I’ve known plenty of girls like you. You seem prim and proper on the outside, but when you get some good loving you turn into a hellcat who can’t stop cumming. No matter. If you do a good job preparing me, I’ll cum quick on his cock too. So we’ll have a little competition. If I cum first and Peter doesn’t cum, I’ll let him fuck you. If you cum first, we’ll put you to bed without the reward you crave. How does that sound?”


“I’d rather you just let him fuck me, Mistress. I’ll be happy to eat your pussy while he does. I’ll do it real good,” I promised.


“This will be more fun,” she said. “And a sub never gets cock until her Mistress is satisfied,” and that was the end of that discussion.


Although my arousal had diminished somewhat with the discussion of them being in the adult film business, I was still plenty wet enough to slide down the small dildo mounted on the top of the Sybian. True to her plan, Mistress Dasha turned the ultimate vibrator on low and the dildo sprung to life. Out of reflex I put my hands down in front of my thighs and grabbed the front of the leather-clad device.


“I thinks she likes it,” my Master said speaking the plainly obvious. His cock began springing back to life as he watched me sit and simmer.


Mistress Dasha was in less of a mood to talk. She walked in front of me and pulled back the crotch of her corset. Her pussy was pink and delicious looking. She strongly griped my head and pulled my mouth into position. I relished the control she had over me and dove my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She clearly did not need me to prepare her for Master’s cock again. I’m sure she was just on a power trip from forcing me to eat her. But I figured if I could get her closer to orgasm I might actually win this competition so I gave it my all. She was moaning and grinding her pussy on my face and I thought I might make her cum right then and there. But before that could happen, she released the death grip she had on my head and stepped back. I was proud to see she staggered just a bit.


“Your turn,” she said to Master Peter.


His cock was already hard. No doubt he had stroked himself while watching me eat his wife. But as he wrapped his hand through my hair I knew his assertion of dominance was more important than the suck job I was giving him. Like I had done for Mistress, I gave him a couple of minutes of oral service before he let go of my hair and all I could think about the fire in my loins the Sybian was generating. And it was still on low, I realized. I was doomed, but I was sure that was their plan from the beginning.


Mistress picked up the control box and flipped it to the high setting. The only thing that made the buzzing seem quiet was the fact that my moans were so loud. I’d never experienced a feeling like that before. I was trying to push up off the base because it was so intense. I’d never hold back cumming on the devious device. My only saving grace was maybe my improving oral talents and watching me squirm might let Mistress cum quickly. But I doubted it. When she took her position for his cock I realized I had been scammed.


Still standing in front of me Mistress turned 90 degrees and bent over so she was grabbing her own ankles. She was about three feet in front of me. Master Peter then took up his position behind her and slowly eased his angry looking cock (I had learned he used it as a weapon so I thought it looked angry) slowly into her waiting pussy. Leisurely he began to fill her and then pull out. I could see her juices coating his manhood. I had no doubt I’d be licking his cock clean after I lost the competition. My field of vision was filled with her taking what I craved most of all.


He didn’t pick up speed. He was slowly fucking her and she showed no signs of not being able to hold her lust in check. The same could not be true for me. It was a losing battle. The wild action of the Sybian, watching the object of my lust slowly penetrating his wife and coming out glistening was too much for me. I came and came hard. Mistress Dasha laughed. Master Peter chimed in “no cock for you tonight.” It was too much for me. I came again. I think that was number 7 for the evening.


Mistress disengaged from Master’s cock, at least temporarily and turned the Sybian back down to minimum. She said she wanted me to simmer a little more while I watched the proper way to fuck my Master. Damn. I knew the proper way I just never had the opportunity.


She had him lay down on the floor in front of the Sybian. Then climbed over him in a reverse cowgirl so I could watch as she slid down onto his pole. She had no trouble taking his full length into her. As I continued to stew on the Sybian, she began to buck and grind like a pro. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. His balls looked tight as she bounced up and down on his cock. I wasn’t sure if I should watch his penetration or the swell of her breasts fighting to burst free of the corset or if I should look her deep into her eyes as the look of lust expressed itself on her model perfect face. In the end I decided on looking at all three as the sound of her passion rang in my ears. My own arousal was starting to peak again despite the low setting. I was dangerously close to losing for a second time when, with a howl, she came forcefully. This triggered Peter who finally grunted. I watch him thrust his hips upward after having laid remarkably still during her assault on his cock. I watch a post orgasmic glow spread across her face and chest. I was so jealous even though I had cum just minutes before. When she dismounted I saw his cock deflating but it was coated in a sloppy mess with a mixture of her fluids and his cum.


She left me on the Sybian while I licked her pussy clean, of course. And yes I cleaned him as well. And of course I begged for them to turn the Sybian back on high for just a few minutes. With an evil grin she did, but only for a few seconds and then she said it was time for bed leaving me as sexually frustrated as I’d ever been before.


And so I found myself crawling behind her with Master Peter behind me swatting my ass every so often up to my guest bedroom. She let me go to the bathroom again, although she also stood in front of me and watched so I wouldn’t masturbate. It was humiliating to say the least, but I didn’t really care. Then it was onto the bed where they both efficiently tied me spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. Mistress Dasha then walked out of the room and Master Peter straddled my chest to feed me his deflated cock once again. I wasn’t about to object as I tried to suck it back to hardness. Maybe he was going to fuck me after all.


Alas his ability to control his desire to penetrate me was steadfast. Mistress returned with a small contraption with a white wire hanging off of it and some medical tape. The device was a butterfly vibrator she taped over my clit. She ran the wire off the edge of the bed taping it to my thigh to hold it in place. She must have plugged the wire into a control box under the bed because it sprung to life. But then it stopped.


Master Peter’s cock was growing stronger by the moment. It was quite amazing for a man his age. As he became fully erect he leaned forward and began pushing his cock into my throat like he had done at my mom’s house. Of course I was extremely relaxed by then so I had no trouble taking him. Then the butterfly buzzed again. I was in heaven. This continued for a few minutes. I was praying he would shoot directly in my mouth instead of having to savor his cum from his wife’s pussy. But I’m sure you realize that wasn’t part of their plan. They enjoyed teasing me far too much. Or maybe they were training me. I don’t know but I was already going crazy with lust again.


Peter popped his cock out of my mouth and slid down my body until he was poised at the entrance to my cunt. Pussy was too nice a word for right then. I pleaded with him to fuck me, but like at my mom’s he was happy to only give me the first inch or so. What a sight I must have been as I begged him to fuck me and then begged Mistress Dasha to reward me for the service I had given her and convince her husband to fuck me properly. She just started stroking my head saying I was a “good girl” and that if I pleased them in the morning she promised “I would get fucked” and that I should trust them.


Master Peter has slid out of me and was rubbing his cock up and down my dripping pussy. Since the butterfly covered the top of my slit I hoped he wouldn’t scrap his awe-inspiring cock. I suppose the vibrations I felt were good for him too. His face was contorted and I thought he was going to cum again. Before he did that he slid forward once again this time straddling my waist. Mistress Dasha continued to stroke my head and said she was proud of me as he pushed my boobs together, as best he could because of their size, spit down between them and then slid his cock into my makeshift cleavage. I’d never been titty-fucked before. My boyfriend probably never thought of doing it.


Mistress Dasha now leaned over and kissed me deeply. I’m sure that was for Master Peter’s benefit as well because he began pumping is cock harder. Seconds later I heard him say “now.” Mistress Dasha quickly pulled back and he stood up. Towering over me he grabbed his cock and pumped. It wasn’t a big load that dripped out of him, but it was enough to get some on my chest and face as well as make the room smell of sex. Well some of that was from me and some was from Mistress Dasha, but you get the idea.


They said their goodnights. Mistress fiddled with the control box under the bed. I fell fast asleep as Master’s cum dried on my skin. All night I had sexy dreams. In the morning I learned the control box was set to wait two hours, I guess to get me in a good REM sleep cycle and then turn on and off every couple of minutes. Whatever the reason I woke up hornier than I ever had before. And I remembered my Mistress’ promise that if I was a good girl I’d get fucked that morning. And I could be a very good girl when I wanted to be.




Mom’s New Boyfriend – Chapter 4


I woke from a restless night horny and wet, just the way I’m sure my new owners designed. Erotic dreams filled my subconscious and the remote butterfly made sure I’d be teased, but not experience the sexual release I craved. Master Peter had told me I would serve him until noon. Looking at the alarm clock I was horrified to realize it was already 9am. But bound to the bed as I was, there was little I could do about it.


Fortunately Mistress Dasha walked into my room shortly after I woke up. She unhooked the cuffs and took off the maddening butterfly. She also rubbed my slit to confirm what she undoubtedly expected. Next was the bathroom. I really had to pee as I was accustomed to getting up much earlier. My Mistress couldn’t help but use my stop in the bathroom to further torment and train me. I sat on the toilet, naked, while she stood in the doorway and stared at me. Her instructions made it clear I was to hold my pee until she gave me permission to use the toilet. She told me to squeeze my Kegel muscles to hold back my urine. She said she would give me exercises to do during the week to strengthen them and that even though my pussy was tight, she would teach me how to use my muscles to milk a cock and make any man shoot. Yeah, any man but Master Peter I thought.


Satisfied that I had held it long enough or that I had been suitably humiliated having her watch me, Mistress gave me permission to satisfy my bodily functions. I really wanted to satisfy a different function but she didn’t have to tell me that was off limits. I already knew that rule. She then told me to shower, “because I smelled like a whorehouse at low tide,” and that she would set out my clothes. I was to meet them in the kitchen when I was done. I had 15 minutes. Fortunately she didn’t stay to watch and I was able to give my clit a few quick rubs in the shower and use the shower head for some pleasurable high pressure spray, but I didn’t dare cum and I didn’t dare waste too much time.


Emerging from the shower and walking back into the bedroom I realized it wouldn’t take long to get “dressed” if that is what you could call it. Of course I expected to be naked while I served them breakfast and in truth I basically would be. Gone was the chainmail halter-top. In its place was a leather dog collar with a nametag that said “princess,” leather wrist and ankle cuffs (no surprise) a thin leather dog leash instead of the metal one from last night and of course a butt plug. This wasn’t like yesterday’s plugs, however. This one had a tail. Flowing from the back of the plug were long strands of real hair. They looked like horsehair to me. I knew Mistress wanted me to be her pet and both of them had treated me like you would treat a dog. I guess now they wanted me to look like one as well.


This plug was a little wider than the second one from last night so it took a good push and some grunting on my part to get it in. But as my ass snapped around it I felt wonderfully full. Looking at myself in the mirror I wiggled my butt to watch my tail flip back and forth. It was deliciously kinky. I wondered what other treats my Mistress and Master had in store for me. I knew they expected me to be dressed by now so I quickly crawled out of the room and toward the living room. I didn’t find them there so I tried the kitchen next. It was empty but I did find a note that told me to serve them coffee on the patio and to be sure to bring a glass of milk. It also said I was allowed to walk as crawling with two cups of coffee would not work out too well.


There were two cups on a tray and a full pot of coffee on the countertop. They didn’t specify whether they used sugar so I quickly searched the cabinets for a pair of small dispensers and filled one with sugar and then poured some milk in the other. I didn’t find cream in the refrigerator so I figured I was good to go. I poured the coffee and then carried the tray out to the patio.


My Master and Mistress were sitting at a table reading the Sunday paper. They were wearing robes, greeted me warmly and did not mention whether I took too long getting ready or not. I stood next to them not sure what was expected of me or what I should do next. My master took a sip of his coffee (he took it black) and then put his hand on my rear caressing it firmly. He then reached between my legs and began rubbing his fingers along the outside folds of my pussy. My Mistress was the first to speak.


“Good morning pet,” she began. We would like scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, toast and fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast. There is an apron hanging in the pantry you may wear while you prepare the food but take it off before you return.”


“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. I then turned and walked back into the house. As the cool air conditioned air hit my body I realized I had just been outside naked again, this time in broad daylight, and it didn’t bother me. Heck I had not even realized it. I hurried back into the kitchen and got all the ingredients out needed to prepare the meal. I didn’t bother putting the apron on as I had begun to enjoy being naked in their house. I had to be careful when the bacon grease began to splatter a little, but I managed. Within 15 minutes I had our breakfast ready and I put everything on another tray and brought it outside.


“Thank you pet,” my Master greeted me. I was glad he seemed pleased with my efforts.


“Yes, thank you, pet,” my Mistress added. “Before you eat however, I need an orgasm and you need your pussy eating practice.”


I watched as my Mistress opened her robe to reveal her perfect body was naked underneath it. She spread her legs and I immediately took a position between them. My Master and Mistress carried on their Sunday breakfast conversation as if there was nothing weird that I was eating her out. She gave me a few instructions, but mostly seemed content to sit there, eat breakfast and read the paper while I pleasured her. Master Peter ignored me. They discussed having the neighbors over later (I wondered if it would be before I left at noon) and also going over to my house to introduce my mom to Mistress Dasha. I tried not to listen and just concentrate on pleasuring my Mistress. After about 10 minutes I estimated, I was rewarded with giving her an orgasm. She made sure I understood how much pleasure and satisfaction I should feel because I made her cum. She then stood up and said she had to get something in the house and I should see to my Master’s needs next. Then I would be allowed to eat.


I turned toward Master Peter. Obviously I was not shocked when he opened his robe and he too was naked underneath. Taking his cock in my mouth certainly was a pleasure. One that I hoped would end in a creamy reward. I diligently did my duty licking and sucking his manhood. I also nibbled the tip while stroking his shaft (taking advantage of having free hands for a change) to try and finally make him cum in my mouth. I heard my Mistress return, but I didn’t stop to look up. Master Peter continued to read the paper almost oblivious to the fact that I was giving him a killer blowjob. Finally I felt his cock swell. I was excited to say the least, although I half expected him to pull out and give me a facial. But he didn’t. He did fill my mouth with sweet, salty cum. And yes, I did feel pleasure as my Mistress had instructed me that I should. I also felt pride at finally getting him off. I licked him clean without being told and then turned to look at my Mistress for further instructions.


“Crawl over here,” she said, “and get your breakfast.”


I crawled around the table. Apparently when she went back into the house she retrieved a dog dish because I know it wasn’t on the table when I first brought the food out. But it was there now and my breakfast, it looked like Special K, was in it. Mistress poured the milk into the bowl, put it on the patio and left me to stick my head down while on my hands and knees and eat.


Wave after wave of humiliation washed through my body. She had told me she wouldn’t make me go to the bathroom in the yard, but after this could that be far behind? She reached down and patted my head as I moved my mouth around trying to eat. If you have never put your head in a bowl like that and tried to eat it is not easy. But I had to admit, with every new method she chose to express her dominance over me, I fell deeper and deeper under her spell. I admit I had never told any of my boyfriends that I loved them, but I was dangerously close to telling Mistress Dasha I loved her.


When I finished eating I looked up at her. She looked down at the bowl. Apparently satisfied she told me to stand up and get into the inspection position. Of course I did without hesitation. Standing next to her with my legs spread it was simple for her to slide a finger into my pussy. We both knew she would find it wet.


“Your face is a mess,” she began. I was disappointed because I interpreted that as a criticism. “But that is to be expected when you eat like an animal. Crawl back to your bathroom and wash up. There are some new accessories for your outfit. We will be having guests soon so hurry up.”


With a wave of her hand she dismissed me. Master Peter, apart from cumming in my mouth, was still reading the paper and didn’t seem interested in what his wife was doing. I truly had become a toy to be used for their kinky pleasure and I loved it. I wondered what I would be doing for their friends and what new accessories Mistress had put out for me.


I hurried into the house and back to my bedroom. I saw an outfit on the bed, but I didn’t take time to stop and admire it, yet. I quickly washed up in the bathroom. I was about to walk back to the bed to grab the outfit when I caught myself and dropped to my knees. Nobody was watching (I think) but I wanted to crawl anyway. When I reached the bed I stood back up and picked up an unusual outfit. Then I recognized it. It looked like the suit I’d seen in the locker downstairs. It was made of a shimmering white material.


“It’s latex,” I heard my Mistress call out from the bedroom door.


I looked up to see her standing in the door. She had lost her robe between the pool and my door. I practically started drooling as I drank in her beauty. I examined the suit. I’d see catsuits before and had even worn one for working out. In a way, other than the material, it wasn’t that different from the tech suit I wore for swim meets. But this one was different. (duh) Along the head were fake ears and by the hands and feet were fury paws. The back also had white fur. When I picked it up I also noticed the knees had a built in gel pad. I looked back at my Mistress.


“You didn’t think I’d just give you a tail plug and that would be the end, did you?” she asked. “I know you saw Susan’s suit in her locker. It is similar to yours, but it is a cat. You two are my pets.”


I nodded that I understood, although I’m not sure I did. Mistress Dasha then walked into the room.


“I’ll help you this time to get dressed,” she said. “It can be tricky if you have never worn latex.”


Mistress removed my collar and cuffs first. The second step was to liberally apply talcum powder over my body to allow the latex to slide a bit on my skin. Without it I think it would have been impossible to get the skintight material to slide up my legs. I’d never worn anything so constricting. My Mistress had me sit on the edge of the bed. The feeling of her hands caressing my legs was so sensual as she tugged and then smoothed the suit that I know my breathing became more shallow and rapid and I’m sure she could smell my appreciation, as her head was right in front of my pussy.


As she continued to work the suit up my body I continued to become more excited. God how I wanted her to bury her mouth in my crotch as she worked the thin, skintight material over my thighs. Her face was perfected positioned. All she had to do was lean forward. I could feel her hot breath over my pussy, but she ignored my needs. As the suit reached the back of my thigh, she had me stand up. My legs were a little wobbly, not from the cat suit but from the heat and ache in my pussy. Mistress was now kneeling in front of me. That was a switch in positions. She obviously knew the effect she was having on me. But unlike me, who would have never been able to resist grabbing her ass and pressing my lips to her wet, smelly pussy, my Mistress seemed unfazed by the aroused woman standing before her. She had me turn around and with little fanfare or care for my need to stretch, pulled my butt plug tail out of my ass.


She then had to tug the suit with force to get it over my swimmer’s muscular ass. I wondered how I’d ever be able to do this by myself in the garage. As she tugged I “accidentally” leaned forward making contact with her face. For just a split second, I felt like my Mistress was eating me. Oh how I wanted her to bury her tongue in my pussy. I continued to sway accidentally on purpose as she tugged the latex over my backside. I’m sure she knew what I was doing, but she seemed amused more than upset and did not give me an order to stop it.


When the suit reached the small of my back she stood up. The suit had a long zipper up the back so it was more flexible now. She told me to bend forward and slid my arms into the sleeves. This was easier, but still a little bit of a challenge. When I stood back up the suit stretched pulling tightly against my crotch. Mistress then told me to exhale had squeeze my core while she zipped up the back. If I thought the suit was tight before it was nothing like it felt as she struggled to get the zipper all the way to my neck. But once it was in place, I had to admit as she had me spin in front of a mirror and look at myself, the suit looked incredibly sexy as it hugged my curves. OK, the fake dog parts were weird, but the painted on look of the latex was amazing and the sensory feel of it becoming a second skin had me tingling.


Mistress rubbed her hands over my chest “checking the fit” and the sensation was immediately transferred to my nipples. Looking again in the mirror I noticed that my small breasts had basically disappeared beneath the tight pressure of the suit, but my nipples were still prominent as she continued to rub her hands over my body. When Mistress slid her hand between my legs I gasped. This must have pleased her because she continued to rub me there with increasing pressure.


“I see my puppy likes her new suit,” she cooed in a condescending tone. I knew she was asking me that rhetorically. There was no way to hide what I was feeling.


“Would doggie like her balls to play with?” she asked. At first I thought she was talking about a real ball she would throw and I would fetch. Then I realized she was talking about my Ben Wa balls. I nodded. This suit was much tighter than my swimsuit and I’d cum from the balls wearing that so wearing them now would be better, I theorized.


I wondered how she could put the balls inside of me after encasing me in my latex skin, but a hidden access flap built into the suit running from my pussy to my asshole easily remedied the problem. I guess I had been too focused on looking at my Mistress kneeling in front of me to notice it. When it was unhooked (I think it was Velcro) the suit lost just a little bit of its tension against my body, but not much. A strong whiff of my arousal reached my nose as she pulled the suit open.  Instead of the balls, however, Mistress grabbed the butterfly I had slept with last night.


“I need to go get your balls. This will keep you occupied for a few minutes.”


She put the butterfly on my clit, ran the control wire to the top of the opening, shut the suit and had me lay down on the bed. She must have reprogrammed the control box from sleep mode to tease mode. With me laying on the bed, the butterfly kept turning on and off in a pulse mode. On for 5 seconds, off for 5 second, over and over again. The latex kept the butterfly pressed hard against my clit. Much harder in fact than its straps had done last night. With this setting I felt like I could cum, but Mistress was far to skilled in teasing and controlling a submissive to allow that to happen. Still I could dream for a few seconds before she returned holding my devil balls. The butterfly control was switched off and I whimpered in disappointment. But I knew better than to complain. It wouldn’t get me any nearer the orgasm I was craving.


With little pomp Mistress replaced the butterfly with the balls. My smell was even more overpowering when she opened the crotch access of the suit. By the time she was finally done with me I knew everyone in the house would be able to smell how excited I was from this treatment. Mistress then had me stand up and she put my collar and leash back on. As I was crawling behind her back to the living room I wondered how my ass looked encased in the shimmering latex. It must look great I imagined. Peter looked very pleased with how I looked when we entered the room.


Mistress ordered me to “sit” and I rocked back so my ass was on my feet, but my hands were still on the ground. This tightened the suit and my nipples really appreciated the motion. So did my clit. The act of crawling was so derogatory and humiliating, but the position also caused the balls to dance in my pussy. I would have followed them anywhere at that moment in order to get that stimulation. Master Peter walked around me to check me from all angles.


“Where’s her tail?” he asked my Mistress.


“Oops, I forgot,” she told him.


I never thought for a minute she had really forgotten. I’m sure it was just part of their game. Master Peter had me stand for inspection while Mistress went back to the bedroom to retrieve my tail. He’d already looked at me but I know he enjoyed running his hands over my body as I stood in front of him. He made sure to rub my nipples and then put his leg between mine and allowed me to rub myself against him. Much like when wearing the butterfly I’m sure I could have cum from this stimulation. But also much like when my Mistress was teasing me I knew he was too much in control to allow that to happen.  He allowed me to put my arms around his neck for better balance so I could really start to hump his leg. Mistress seemed to be taking a long time retrieving my tail or maybe time was standing still has I humped and grinded myself shamelessly on his leg. I was getting close. I was whimpering and pleading with my eyes for permission to cum like the shameless slut I’d become in just two weeks. But of course they would have none of that.


Master Peter took my wrists in his hands. For a brief moment I thought he was going to drop my hands to his crotch and have me fish out his cock. After all what man could resist such as sexy young girl humping him? Instead he let go and pulled his leg back. Unprepared to support myself I fell to the floor. I was a crumpled mess of aroused slut when Mistress returned. She was holding my tail as I had expected but had also changed to what I would learn to call “full bitch mode” meaning a cat suit of her own (leather instead of latex though) with high heeled boots and holding a riding crop. She ordered me back to my hands and knees and kneeling in front of her. She then told me to hand her my leash, which I did quickly. She then led me to the couch where I stayed on my hands and knees in front of her when she sat down. She put her feet on my back and used me as a footrest.


“Do you know why I treat you this way?” she asked in a simple and direct way. I wasn’t sure what kind of answer she was expecting so I just turned my head and looked at her inquisitively.


“Because I can,” she answered her own question. “You are a needy little slut and I am your physical and emotional superior. You will do whatever I say without question and you will love me for it. The more sick and demented I treat you, the more you will love me and the more you will crave me.”


“Yes Mistress,” I said. I had to agree with her. I knew she was right.


“Peter,” she continued. “Grab the lube and let’s get our whore’s tail back in her before our guests arrive.”


I held my head down in shame as I remembered they had mentioned having guests this morning. My slutty ways were going to be seen by others. My humiliation would increase tenfold. But my stupid pussy didn’t think that was a problem somehow. It was churning with need and I knew my juices were leaking out into the suit, a fact that would soon be discovered to my horror.


There was little ceremony to opening the access flap, greasing up the plug and pushing it back into my rectum. I was getting pretty good at taking that size although I was still worried about increasing it. As I knew she would, Mistress ran her hand forward after skewering with the plug and laughed at how wet I had become.


“We’ve got a live of here, Peter,” she said proudly. “You did good bringing her to me instead of trying to keep her for yourself. This slut would do anything right now if I promised her an orgasm or a big dick. Isn’t that right puppy?”


I didn’t like being called puppy, but I had to admit my Mistress was 100% correct.


“With your tail in I can’t close the access panel so my guest are going to be able to smell that pungent fuck hole you have. I wouldn’t be surprised if they choose to check it for themselves. If they do be sure not to act surprised or try to stop them in any way. Also you may struggle to keep the balls in, but it is good exercise to keep that pussy nice and tight. If you drop the balls though, I will tan that ass of yours before sending you back to the dorm. You’ll feel my wrath for a week every time you sit down. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get a reward, the memory of which will last a lifetime. Do you understand?”


“Yes Mistress,” I replied.


For their amusement, Master Peter had me put my leash into my mouth and crawl around the room. I’m sure they just wanted me to struggle holding in the balls. They were doing their best to make my pussy gush and it was a challenge to hold them tight enough not to fall out. Part of me was assuming they wanted me to fail as an excuse to punish me. Part of me wanted to fail as an excuse to see what they would do. I didn’t like the idea of having my ass hurt so much that I couldn’t sit down for a week, but I also found it exciting that I would be forced to remember what was happening as well. My Master and Mistress were sitting on the couch watching my every move. I could see my Mistress’ hand rubbing over my master’s crotch. I could tell his cock was hard through his pants. He had is right arm around his wife’s shoulder and his left hand was busy cupping her ample left breast. I assumed both were being turned on by watching me, so I added a little wiggle of my tail for their enjoyment. Then the doorbell rang.


“Please open the door slave,” Mistress Dasha commanded. “After our guests enter I want you to be sure to greet them like a doggie would do.”


I tried to think about how a dog would greet someone. Panting and wagging my tail I figured. I crawled toward the front door. The doorbell rang again. Fortunately I got to the door before they rang a third time. I hoped they wouldn’t be upset that I took so long. I reached up and turned the doorknob. Pulling the door open I was greeted with the site of what I could only describe as a 100% normal looking suburban couple with a late teenage son. I’m not certain how I was expecting them to be dressed but they certainly did not look like they belonged inside this kinky house.


“I see Dasha has a new puppy,” the older man who introduced himself as Robert exclaimed as he help out the back of his hand toward my face. I quickly realized he was making the gesture that you would when you meet a new dog so it can get your scent. This must not have been the first time they were introduced to one of Mistress’ pets. As I had been instructed to greet them properly I leaned forward and took a strong whiff of his hand. I didn’t smell anything. I leaned backward again and he patted my head.


Their son, Thomas, was next through the door and the process repeated. When he pat my head I turned slightly to see if his dad was watching but he was disappearing through the foyer as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Oh well. On to the mom, Carol, as she introduced herself. She was wearing a modest skirt and blouse combo. After I sniffed her hand she didn’t pat my head. I looked up and her attention wasn’t on me as she scanned the entryway for what I did not know. I soon found out. Apparently she was looking whether we were alone or not because instead of petting me she grabbed my head with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. Heck, all she had to do was ask. Force wasn’t necessary. But maybe that was her thing. She wasn’t wearing panties and her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She pulled my head firmly against her mound and rubbed her juices on me. Then she pulled me away, dropped her skirt and walked around me leaving me stunned. I watched her disappear to join the group. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and shut the door. I then crawled back to the living room.


The group was conversing as if nothing was strange with having me dressed like a dog and Mistress Dasha dressed, well, like a Mistress. I wasn’t sure what to do when I entered the room so I did the only thing I could think of and knelt down next to my Mistress. She barely acknowledged me for the first minute and then she asked our guests if I had greeted them properly. I was prepared to be praised and I was surprised when they said I had not. Mistress Dasha told Thomas to stand up, which he did without delay.


“Dog Brittney,” my Mistress began. I felt humiliated being referred to that way. I would have much rather she just said Brittney or even Slave Brittney. Heck even slut Brittney would have been fine. “You’ve seen two dogs meet. What does a dog do when it meets another dog?”


I watched as Thomas turned his back to me and bent forward slightly. Now I understood. I crawled over to him and stuck my face against his ass. I then made an exaggerated sniffing sound. I saw Mistress Dasha begin to stand up so I sniffed again.


“No no no, you dumb bitch,” she exclaimed. “Thomas, drop your pants.”


I sat upright on my haunches as he began to unbuckle is pants. I assumed he would want his cock sucked. OK, I know he would want his cock sucked but I hoped that was what Mistress Dasha meant. Instead she grabbed my hair with her right hand and yanked down his underwear with her left. She then pulled my head forward and pushed it hard against his ass.


“Really get in there slut. Stick out your tongue. Rim his hole.”


I stuck out my tongue immediately, but I wasn’t digging what she was doing. Mistress Dasha laughed and asked Thomas if he had to fart. At least I didn’t have to endure that as he said no. Thomas’ mom and dad were laughing at our joint discomfort. When Mistress pulled me back and told Thomas to pull up his pants I noticed that he had started to get a hard on. He had a nice looking cock. I hoped I would get better acquainted to it soon.


Master Peter asked if our guests were hungry. They said they had been running late for church that morning so they skipped breakfast. He then ordered me to cook another breakfast for them. I crawled into the kitchen. I could feel all of their eyes on me. Throughout the trip I was clenching my pussy trying to keep the balls from falling out. As wet as I was it wasn’t easy. I was relieved when I made it to the kitchen because I could stand for a few minutes. I set about making more eggs, bacon and toast. As I was working, Master Peter came into the kitchen.


“We will be in the dining room,” he told me. “I want you to make 4 plates of food. You will serve our guests and your Mistress. At some point I will signal you.” He made a nodding motion. “When you see that you are to crawl under the table and make our guests happy. Start with Carol. You looked so cute crawling around with her slime on your face I’m sure she would appreciate it. Plus since her husband fucked your Mistress last night we owe her one. Then do Robert and if there is time you can do Thomas.”


I looked at the clock to see what time it was. It was already 11:15 and I had already decided that Master Peter was serious about cutting me off at noon. It was just like him for me to pleasure his friend right up until the time I was told our encounter would be over leaving me high and dry. Although he didn’t say it, I knew I had to make his friends cum first if I wanted any pleasure for myself. Even if there was time he would probably say I had to do him and my Mistress again before I’d be allowed any pleasure.  Such is the life of a sex slave I mused.


I walked into the dining room carrying two plates of food. Carol and her son were sitting on one side of the table so I served them first. My Master and Mistress were sitting opposite of each other on the ends. I looked at my Mistress for a hint of whether I was doing good or not, but couldn’t get a read on her. Robert was sitting by himself opposite his wife. I brought his plate and the extra plate for Mistress Dasha. I then asked for permission to speak. When that was granted I asked what they would like to drink and hurriedly brought one coffee, one OJ and one Coke. I had forgotten about the balls as I had been focused on everything else until I had hurried to the kitchen. Their motion when I was moving fast hit just the right spot and I gushed a little. I had to cheat and push them back in with a finger as they threatened to fall out. I didn’t get caught so no harm, no foul. I hurried back with the drinks. As I arrived I noticed the plate of food in front of my Mistress was empty already. I knew she couldn’t have eaten that fast, especially since nobody else had eaten anything yet. Simultaneous to that thought I knew what had happened. I looked toward the living room and saw the dog bowl about 15 feet away from the table. My short time standing had come to an end.


I’m not sure I can adequately describe the feeling of crawling away from the table. My tail was hanging between my ass checks and my face was burning with shame. I couldn’t see them but I’m sure all eyes were on me. My damn pussy didn’t know that I shouldn’t be enjoying this as it continued to leak juices down my thighs and the balls became harder and harder to hold inside of me. When I got to the bowl and confirmed the bacon and eggs were there I lowered my head. Of course my ass stayed high and on display. I felt wanton at that moment. I wanted any of the guys to step up and fuck me. Hell, I wanted all the guys to step up and fuck me. Carol and Mistress Dasha too. Mistress’ strap-on would be fine. Heck, everyone fuck the slut. Why not? Come on everybody.  Gangbang the whore.


While my mind was filled with nasty thoughts as I ate my second breakfast, my heart knew that wasn’t going to happen. At least not yet. Master Peter had made it clear what he expected for me and I knew his friends would have to cum first before I got used. I ate as fast as I could trying to save as many minutes as possible in hopes of still getting myself good and fucked. I crawled back to the table when I was done. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long for the signal from Master Peter to crawl under the table. Carol must have been privy to his plans because she had already hiked up her skirt and was sitting slouched down so her pussy was hanging off the chair for easy access. Until that moment I’d only sucked my Mistress’ pussy (I didn’t count Carol just rubbing herself on my face) but I attacked Carol’s with gusto. I wanted to prove myself and show I deserved a reward.


Fortunately Carol must have been equally excited about the prospect of have a girl less than half her age (I estimated based on Robert’s age that she must be in her early 40’s at least.) Her pussy was at least as wet as when she had rubbed it on my face. I knew my Mistress could exercise tremendous control over her orgasm and I hoped that Carol did not have that talent. I sucked her clit veraciously, darted my tongue in and out of her soft folds and licked up and down the length of her pussy. I even dared to go a bit south and rim her bunghole. Whether it was my improving skills, my unrivaled enthusiasm or her general level of horniness I’m not sure, but within a few minutes she had a noisy and juicy orgasm. I felt very proud of myself, but I knew my personal celebration would be short lived.


I quickly spun around and crawled between Robert’s legs. He was already hard, although he had not pulled his cock out of his pants. Maybe he was a little shy. I figured he would have been jacking himself knowing I was eating his wife, but no matter. I fished out an average sized tool. At least average in my admittedly still limited experience.  I set to work bringing him off. It was a “normal” blowjob, at least as normal as could be given the circumstances, until I felt Carol’s foot between my legs. I’d forgotten about everyone else at the table in my quest to bring Robert off. But now the tip of her shoe was rubbing against my pussy. It goes without saying she was exciting me more than I had already been exciting myself.


Like his wife he turned out to be a quick shooter. He also didn’t have a very big load. I guess having filled my mistress the night before left him in a slightly empty state. Either way I had two down and one to go. But before I could take care of Thomas, Mistress told me to come out from under the table. She pointed to the clock on the wall. It was five minutes to noon. She instructed me to go back to my room and remove the plug. She also had me turn around and unzipped the cat suit. She told me to strip down and return to us naked.


I was dejected. Not so much because I didn’t get to cum, although I desperately wanted to do so, but because I had failed my task and not finished Thomas. They told me he was a high school senior who had turned 18 in the spring. How many 18 year old do you know who would turn down a blowjob even if the girl was dressed like a dog? No matter. He was a neighbor so I’m sure I’ll get the opportunity to suck him off another time.


The butt plug came out easier than I thought it would. I was really starting to become accustomed to having my ass full. Similarly the cat suit came off easier than it went on as I could peel it down. I tried to smooth it back out and I laid it on the bed. I then took a deep breath, dropped back to my hands and knees and crawled back to the dining room. If I was lucky I’d still get to suck off Thomas. Luck was not on my side though as his chair was empty. Master Peter seemed pleased by my return though, although the clock clearly showed it was two minutes past noon. I also looked worse for wear as my body was covered in splotches of talcum powder and I’m sure my hair was a fright.


“Brittney,” my new Master began in an affectionate tone. “You have come a long way in just 17 short hours. I am very proud of you. Usually it takes weeks or months to get a woman to dress in the suit and suck off our neighbors. You are born to be submissive. That is something you should take great pride in being. I know I promised you a reward but I also told you your session would end at noon. If you want to continue in this relationship I will give you 30 more minutes today, but from here on out we own you. We will control every aspect of your life, including, if we deem it necessary for your training, to drop out of school and becoming our full time fuck slut. If you are not ready you can go back to the dorm and your life will go back to normal. At least as normal as it could be having experienced this weekend. You have changed, even if you don’t recognize it yet.”


I didn’t have to think to answer that question. “I would like my reward Master,” I replied.


“Then let us all head out to the patio,” Master Peter exclaimed while clapping his hands once.


Everyone at the table stood up. Mistress Dasha took my leash. She said I could walk. Of course I stayed just behind her and to the right. As we exited the house I noticed Thomas was sitting at the patio table where earlier I’d serviced my Master and Mistress. I guessed it was my time to serve him. He was sitting looking at the pool. He was wearing his shirt but his pants were gone. So far so good I thought. He was slowly stroking his cock. Good, good part two I mused. He was bigger in stature than his dad. Even better for me. Yeah. Then Master Peter set down a tube of lube on the table. Oops. Maybe dad would have been better for this. It was obvious the time of my anal deflowers was at hand.


The situation was surreal. My Master and Mistress along with Thomas’ mother and father watched as I handed him my leash and then began slathering lube on his cock. The way Thomas reacted when Mistress Dasha instructed him to do something led me to wonder if he too was a sub. I would soon learn that was not the case. He just lacked confidence. Also Mistress could make most men do whatever she wanted. In this case, she wanted to control exactly how my anal cherry would be taken, how much teasing I could endure and finally wanted to send me back to the dorm with a very special gift.


Thomas was sitting on a chair facing the adults who had pulled chairs around us in a semi-circle. I was instructed to mount him facing the group as well. My legs were spread wide with the backs of my thighs over the armrests of the chair. It was not comfortable, but I dared not complain. Fortunately Thomas’ cock was long enough to make this position work as all the adults seemed to enjoy seeing me spread so wide. I did my best to relax. His cock wasn’t any wider than the tail plug I had been wearing, although the plug was short. Doing it for real was also a totally different sensation. Our audience was paying close attention to every contorted expression on my face as Thomas filled my bum. I couldn’t see his face, but I’m sure he was enjoying himself. When I was finally bayonetted as far as I could go given our position, I started to hump his cock. I was unlike anything I had ever felt before as lust began to course through my body.


By now it should not have been a surprise that my Master and Mistress would not allow me the simple pleasure of a straight up fuck. Especially when I really needed to just get pounded. Master Peter told me to stop and Mistress Dasha told Thomas to just sit there and not thrust. I could hear his disappointment through an exasperated breath. While my Mistress rarely seemed concerned with my being left sexually hanging, she did take pity him.


“Brittney, I want you to milk him with your ass. Squeeze and release his cock to keep him hard. I know I told you the balls would help you learn how to do that with your slut cunt, you have to know how to do it with your ass as well.”


I tried to relax my legs a bit and slide all the way down his shaft as best I could. I then leaned back so I was resting against his chest. He reached around me and cupped my breasts. I doubt he knew that teasing my nipples make me go wild, or maybe he did, but I think he wanted to make me suffer as much as he was at that moment. What was worse is what Carol and Robert did next.


Robert announced that since he and Thomas had fucked my Mistress last night it was only right that Carol get to sample Peter’s special talents. Thus it came to pass that I had to watch my Master fuck another woman, this time with my ass crammed full of cock. Everyone knew I wanted to fuck Master Peter most of all. Instead I got my nipples squeezed and had a front row seat to watch another woman rut on the patio in front of me as his massive dick penetrated her over and over again. Looking down on her as she lay on the ground I was struck by the expression of pure bliss on her face. Master Peter was taking things slow allowing her to acclimate to his girth. Mistress Dasha was talking to her like this was the most normal thing that could happen. She also fished Richard’s cock out of his pants and started stroking it. It didn’t take him long to get hard. Soon after Mistress Dasha announced “It was time.”


I didn’t know time for what, but Carol obviously knew the plan and looked excited. Master Peter pulled out of her with a plopping sound, his cock sparkling with her juice. Carol got up on her hands and knees and looking directly at my own sopping pussy told me she “Loves to eat young pussy.”


That prospect excited me, but then she stood up. I was confused until Master Peter lay down on his back right in front of the chair. He was holding his cock straight upward and she straddled him quickly sliding him inside of her.


“Scooch her forward Thomas,” she told her son who gave me an oh so pleasurable thrust as he tried to move me closer to his mom. Of course naughty girl that I am I resisted the movement so he had to thrust three more times, but finally my legs were off the arms of the chair and my pussy was thrust forward where she could just reach it if she stretched. Thomas could have gone further forward, but either he didn’t want to or he had been instructed to make her work for her titillating treat. Carol began lapping at my juices and humping Master Peter at the same time. With both my holes now getting attention I was as happy as she was until I saw Mistress Dasha grab the lube off the table.  When her husband knelt down behind her I decided she would be the one having more fun.


The three of them struggled to get a rhythm. And by struggled I mean Master Peter and Richard did just fine fucking the shit of out Carol but she had a hard time keeping her tongue in my pussy or lips on my clit. What she didn’t have a hard time doing is orgasming. She first climaxed within a couple of strokes of her husband penetrating her ass and came at least twice more before Richard pulled out saying he was too close to cumming to continue. I was still milking Thomas’ cock trying to get him to squirt and of course Master Peter showed no signs of losing control. When Richard stood up I expected him to spray his cum on me (or maybe on his wife) but instead he half staggered back to the chair and sat down. Carol then dismounted Master Peter. She preferred to just roll onto the patio, her body still twitching as her post multi-orgasm glow kept her happy.


Master Peter stood up and then told Thomas to do the same. He didn’t say for me to dismount him, which meant I had to stand as well. Master Peter then pointed toward a different chair while Mistress Dasha tossed a large pillow on the ground. I assumed I’d be kneeling on the pillow. No doubt I’d have to make all five of them cum before I would get the privilege. But my Master and Mistress had other plans. It was time for my “gift.”


After enjoying watching Thomas and I struggle to move to the chair while we were joined at my ass, Mistress Dasha had him pull out. I felt so empty when his cock departed, although I was pretty sure the feeling wouldn’t last as Richard was leering at me. I was sure he knew what was going to happen and I was pretty sure he would follow his son’s penetration with one of his own. Hopefully this time, however, they would actually be allowed to thrust.


Mistress Dasha surprised me when she had me roll onto the pillow with my head tucked under and my shoulder blades supporting my weight so I was inverted. My legs were bent at my waist so my knees were on either side of my head and my feet almost touched the ground. Now it was time for Thomas to fuck me like he had been wanted to do for 20 minutes sitting in the chair. With a little fresh lube on his cock and both my holes available, although awkwardly positioned, Thomas straddled my body and pushed back into my ass. He had to bounce up and down to fuck me, but he didn’t seem to mind. I could see his face as he towered above me. I could tell he didn’t care about my needs and was just taking care of his own, but by that point I didn’t mind just being used. It felt great to have him in my ass again. I wasn’t getting my clitoral stimulation, but that was OK too. Just being the center of attention was a turn on.


Thomas didn’t last too much longer. I am sure my squeeze job had inflamed his passions and the brief, hard fuck he gave me was too much for his balls. He stuck his cock as deeply as he could into my rectum and let go a massive load of cum. He growled as he came and our audience applauded. When he pulled out a big drop of cum was stuck on the tip of his cock and it flung off into the air. I watched in slow motion as it seemed to hang in the air above my head and then gracefully drop onto my forehead. I started to roll over but a quick correction from Mistress Dasha put an end to that. Richard then lubed up again and replaced his son straddling me.


I knew he would cum quickly having so recently pulled out of his wife to avoid climaxing and he did. His load felt a little smaller than when I had sucked him off, as the two burdens of cum mixed deep in my ass. Then it hit me why I was in this position. I didn’t have to wait long for Richard to extricate himself from my pooper or for Master Peter to take his place straddling my prone body. Of course he couldn’t resist teasing me by stroking his cock above me or making me beg for it. I wasn’t sure I was ready for his size but I didn’t care. I was ready for him to ram it home no caring if he tore me up. As always, though, they had their own plans for me.  Mistress Dasha took this opportunity to straddle my head and although my vision was now blocked I could tell she was sucking him off. Her glorious pussy was inches above my mouth, but alas just out of tongues reach. She seemed content not to lower herself to my waiting (and wanting) mouth. I tried to lift my head as best I could and I managed to lick her soft and tasty folds a couple of time, but for the most part she was just teasing me staying just out of reach.


When she stood up I knew Master Peter must be ready to blow. I watched as she began stroking him. She must have felt him begin to swell as she quickly aimed his cock at my gaping asshole.  He pushed the head inside perhaps two inches or maybe three before letting go with a river of cum. My opportunity to fuck him properly would have to wait again, but at least I finally got to savor more than just the tip of his cock and of course his hot sticky cum.


As soon as he was done Mistress Dasha snapped her fingers and Carol appeared holding a pre-greased plug, which Mistress pushed home into my ass. As soon as I felt myself snap around the bulbous head I knew what they had done. The cum from all three men was now trapped in my ass. This must have been the gift my owners planned to send with me back to the dorm. Mistress Dasha then commanded me to stay in that position. I wondered if she was finally going to have me eat her. Or maybe it was Carol’s turn for oral pleasure. Instead Mistress walked back to the house but returned with a Hitachi Wand, which was plugged in to an extension cord so it would reach my upside down body. Looking up I could see the wand had a curved cylindrical attachment about three inches long on it. I wasn’t sure what that was for but Mistress explained as she handed me the toy.


“I know how badly you want to cum, pet,” she began. “That attachment will allow you to stimulate your g-spot. And being inverted will help too as you can get more pressure on it.”


She turned the wand on low and it sprung to life. She rubbed the g-spot attachment over my clit a couple of times and I jumped a little at the intense vibration, but I managed to hold me inverted position. Mistress seemed amused at my reaction. She then asked if I’d ever squirted when I came. I had to admit I never had. She laughed and said, “Let’s see if we can change that.” She then turned the wand on high and slowly slid the attachment into my overheated pussy.


She told me to grab the wand with both hands and to move it around until I found my g-spot. I didn’t know exactly how to do that so I just moved it slowly back and forth. The vibration of the head was dancing on my clit. I knew just from that stimulation I would be cumming like crazy in a matter of moments. Then an amazing thing happened. The nub in my pussy hit a spot I had not known before and suddenly my brain was overloaded with pleasure signals and my head started spinning. I also had the urge to pee. I tried to focus my eyes on my Mistress who was now hovering above me. She was smiling. She knew I’d found my goal. My orgasm was building with record speed and was approaching me like a freight train. I didn’t know what would trigger me to squirt or if I was just going to cum hard, but I knew something was going to happen.


“Oh Mistress, may I please cum!” I shouted.


“Not just yet, baby,” she replied. “Ride it a little longer. Find that spot and angle the wand down on it hard.”


I wiggled the wand a bit more and found the joyful spot once again. This time I lifted the base of the wand so the attachment would pivot and press down inside of me. The sensation was unbelievable. My hips and legs were shaking as I rode the sensation and tried to hold off from cumming.


“Mistress, I can’t take it any long… please,” I moaned. She remained silent. Looking up at her I noticed she was holding a small camera. I pushed the nub harder onto my g-spot forcing the head harder against my clit.


“I can’t hold back,” I screamed. Still no response.


Master Peter, Carol, Richard and Thomas formed a circle around me. They were obviously enjoying the show.  I opened my mouth to beg again but half way through my body exploded. With a loud scream every nerve in my body reacted to my first g-spot orgasm. As I would later see thanks to Mistress’ thoughtful video documentation, cum sprayed from my pussy with a force I’d never seen before spraying downward over my face and chest. The plug in my ass only heightened the sensation as I clamped down against it reminding me of how they had used me. Wave after wave of spray soaked my body and the surrounding patio until completely spent I rolled over and collapsed.


I lay on the floor quivering for several minutes until Mistress helped me to my feet. She then lead me to the garage. I’d expected the bathroom to clean up, but it was past out agreed upon stop time. In actuality I’m sure she wanted to send me back to school covered in my own cum. My clothes were in my locker. She watched me dress and then gave me a very passionate kiss while patting my ass just in case I’d forgot about the plug and the large quality of semen it was blocking.


“I want you to go back to the dorm, but don’t shower or change your clothes for at least 5 hours. I want you to remember whom you belong to now and what you have agreed to do. You’re our slut slave now and we will use you as we please.”


I started doing the math in my head. About 6pm give or take. I only hoped my roommate wasn’t going to be home.


“After at least 5 hours I want you to take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees. Have your laptop open and call us on Skype. Make sure the camera is in position to show your face. I want you to masturbate in the doggie position. It’s your Master’s favorite so you had better get used to it. Get yourself to the edge of climax. Then I want you to pull out the plug and sit up so all that wonderful cum will drip out of your ass. You are to catch it on a plate. You are to then lick it off the plate. You may masturbate while doing that if you like, but no orgasm until the plate is clean and we give you permission. Do you understand?”


“Yes Mistress, I do,” I replied. And then after a brief pause I added, “and thank you Mistress.”


“You’re welcome Brittney,” she said with affection. And then after another very passionate kiss she said, “This will be part of your routine. If we have you masturbate when we are not with you then you must call or Skype us for permission to cum. On rare occasions we may allow you to just leave us a voicemail of your orgasm if we care busy. Now off you go. I need to go meet your mom.”


I walked out of the garage in a daze. My life had changed completely. My ass was full of cum, including loads from two strangers and I now had a Mistress who had the sweetest pussy I could ever imagine tasting. When I reached the driveway I realized Peter had picked me up last night and I didn’t have my car. I also realized I wasn’t quite sure where their house was located. I wondered if I should go back inside and ask to be dropped off when they went to my mom’s house. But just then Carol, Richard and Thomas walked out of the front door. They seemed to know I needed a ride. I guessed Master Peter had told them. Carol was the one to bring it up.


“Need a lift back to school, Brittney?”


“Yes, actually,” I responded. “I do.”


“No problem. Thomas can run you back. But you have to do something for us first,” she said with a wink.


As they lead me toward their house I knew that today’s games had just begun.














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