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This is a 28 chapter long form story. If you are finding this for the first time, I would encourage you to go back and read from Chapter 1 to get the most enjoyment from the overall story. Enjoy!

Showing up to Mr. Michaels as ordered via text on Tuesday night, Sarah discovered Ali’s car already waiting in front of the house. She didn’t know what to expect from him as usual, but being surprised like this gave her trepidation. Wondering further if it would just be Ali inside or if Ali had brought Jenny with her as well.

Sarah parked the car and took a moment to steel herself. Mr. Michaels had not made any comment or responded to her about the orgy. Feeling assured she had done a good job and done everything he had asked and more, she knew that didn’t mean he would be happy or might not find fault with what had transpired and want to punish her for some transgression. Truth be told, she just hoped the night would involve him having sex with her. The orgy had left her sore but still horny for more.

She went inside to find Ali bent at the waist, between Mr. Michaels legs, giving him head while he sat back in his comfortable leather chair. It looked like she had on a new corset. From Sarah’s angle, she could see it had a shiny satin finish, primarily in a raspberry color with a thin black ribbon tie up the back. Her bare ass wagged back and forth in front of her as Ali didn’t have on any underwear, stockings or other garments other than high heels.

Mr. Michaels looked at her and nodded his head over to the coffee table. She saw a white babydoll outfit laid out and knew without being told to put it on. Picking it up and taking a moment to look at it, she raised her eyebrows to Mr. Michaels with a small look of excitement. The sheer material made it mostly see-through, but that hardly matters since there were no cups in the front. Just spaghetti straps that went around the breasts connected to the underwire. Sarah quickly undressed and put on her new garment.

The hem of the babydoll just covered her ass and her pussy, but the sheer material with a small polka dot pattern didn’t cover her anyway. Her tits were completely bare so no part of her remained hidden. Nevertheless, the outfit accentuated her young body and made her feel sexier than standing there naked would have. She moved back over to stand in front of Mr. Michaels, right behind Ali, with her hands behind her and her feet spread apart as she had been taught. The good slave as always.

Mr. Michaels had his hands on Ali’s head, and he held her in place while slowly face fucking her. “Did you enjoy your prom? It looked like quite a night,” he commented while Ali made slurping noises on his dick.

Sarah broke out into a big smile, “Oh my god! It was the best night, sir! The limo and the dinner. And then we danced so much.” Blushing a little before continuing, “And then of course, everything at the hotel. The orgy, I mean. It was mind blowing. Unbelievable.” Her cheeks felt bright red as she finished with images of that night running through her head. “Thank you so much sir. For doing all that for us. I don’t think anyone will ever forget it. Thank you!”

Wanting to go to him and thank him properly, she held back sensing that she should stay put. He seemed reserved and maybe even a bit perturbed and she didn’t want to do anything to upset him. Sarah felt guarded, hoping that she had read too much into his demeanor.

Mr. Michaels took his eyes off of Sarah and looked down at Ali. “Lick my balls Ali, and suck on them,” he directed. Ali held his cock in her right hand to the side and stretched to move down to his balls. Mr. Michaels looked back at Sarah and despite the smile, Sarah felt his eyes pierce into her. “Yes, you really seemed to enjoy yourself. Did you like having all the boys cum on your face at the same time? That was a hell of feat you pulled off. Good job on the timing.”

Momentarily thinking back to the feel of having all those cocks pointed at her face, she could almost feel them all releasing their seed at the same time on her again. The feel of the thick hot ropes of sperm coating her upturned face. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it sir. It felt so…I don’t know…dirty, I guess. I never thought I would ever do something like that. It felt strange to be the focus of everyone in the room. I mean, obviously with the boys, but it took all of the girls working together as well to make it happen.”

“Well, you did a very good job with that instruction and pulled it off perfectly. I was very pleased with that.” Sarah wanted to relax at the compliment, but just the way he said it, she could tell something bothered him. Something he wasn’t pleased with. “You really took control of the whole evening, didn’t you. Telling everyone exactly what to do.” His tone sounded accusatory to Sarah.

“Yes sir. Isn’t that what you wanted?” she answered defensively.

“Are you questioning me? Did some of that dominance from that night stay with you?” Before she could answer he barked at Ali, “Back to sucking my dick slut. Keep going until I tell you to stop.” His tone and facial expression showing more signs of displeasure. Ali let his testicle pop out of her mouth and went back to bobbing up and down on his cock. Looking back at Sarah, he said, “I watched you dominate the boys. Fuck them with strap-ons. And I watched you with Natalie. Making her call you Mistress. Controlling her and owning her pussy,” he spat like an indictment.

“But…but…” Sarah stuttered. She didn’t know what to say. Fear bloomed in her stomach that she had truly angered him. Wanting to explain, but not knowing where to start.

“Maybe that’s what you want now. To take my place as Master and control the others. Is that it, Sarah? Are you done with me? Do you want Natalie for your own?”

Sarah’s eyes got big and her mouth dropped open. She couldn’t believe his question. “NO Sir! No, not at all. I want to bring Natalie to you. As your pet. For you!” She shook her head. “No sir. I could never replace you.” She felt her voice hitch and held back a sob, trying to slow herself. Tears would only make him more angry. She knew that.

More than that, she could see Ali momentarily pause. Knowing instantly that Ali had finally made the connection. That Sarah had been the one to intentionally set her up. The vail would be lifted and it would probably affect their friendship. She wondered if Mr. Michaels did it intentionally, but knew in her heart that of course he did.

Taking a deep breath, she started again more measuredly. “I am still your willing submissive. To do with as you please. I only want to please you.”

Mr. Michaels narrowed his eyes while he considered. “On your knees and tell me again how you want to please me.”

Sarah dropped quickly to obey with her arms clasped even more firmly behind her and her tits pressed forward. Knowing what he wanted to hear, she stated firmly, “I am your willing submissive. Willing to do anything you tell me to do. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass are for you to control for your pleasure.”

Mr. Michaels expression softened for the first time since she walked in. “That’s good to hear Sarah. That makes me very happy.” He looked back down at Ali. “Let’s see if you can continue to dominate others while still being submissive to me. Tell Ali what to do.”

Sarah watched Ali continue to blow him and considered. “Ali, lick his asshole,” she commanded, knowing Ali had never rimmed a boy before.

Ali stopped and turned to look at Sarah. Still holding his dick with one hand with saliva dangling between her mouth and his cock head, she asked, “Seriously?”

Sarah’s hand flew out from behind her and slapped Ali’s ass harshly, intentionally wanting to leave a red handprint on her white flesh. “Don’t question me and do as your told,” she replied sternly. Even as she said it, she saw Mr. Michaels pull his legs up with knees bent toward his chest. “And keep stroking his cock while you do it.”

Ali grimaced and turned back to face Mr. Michaels exposed asshole. She licked his balls and moved lower. Tentatively she licked his taint below his balls, slowly angling lower. Sarah scooted over to her side and watched as Ali let her tongue just touch his tight brown knot. She moved her hand to the back of Ali’s head and grabbed a fistful of hair, pushing the girl’s head forward and said into her ear, “When I say lick his ass, I mean you get that tongue of yours up in his ass. Get your face in there and keep stoking his cock!”

Ali’s nose bunched into his balls. Sarah watched Ali’s tongue dig into his puckered region until she got it all the way in and licked all around the sensitive area while her hand stroked up and down from the awkward position. Hearing Mr. Michaels satisfying groan, she moved back to Ali’s side by her hip. She sucked on her two middle fingers and then slide them into Ali’s pussy, finding Ali’s g-spot. Moistening the fingers on her other hand, she wrapped her arm around Ali’s leg underneath her stomach and found her clit.

Both hands worked in unison to vigorously fingerfuck her friend. “You’re going to rim his ass until I tell you to stop and then you are going to finish this blow job and let him cum in your mouth. You don’t get to cum until he does. You keep it all in your mouth until you can share it with me. Understand?” To punctuate her order, she pulled the fingers out of Ali’s twat long enough to leave another red handprint on Ali’s other ass cheek before jamming the fingers back in and going back to work.

Ali whimpered as Sarah’s fingers became blur determined to make the girl suffer. She could feel Ali tremble and knew she already had Ali bracing to keep from cumming. Ali’s hand stroked up and down on his cock with a growing speed while Ali’s face bounced against his nether region, making Mr. Michaels groaning increase.

“Now Ali, take that beautiful cock in your mouth and make our Master cum for us.” Ali used her left arm for leverage on his thigh and her mouth and hand pumped his cock hard and fast. It only took a few minutes before Sarah saw Mr. Michaels ass clench and knew he was filling Ali’s mouth with his semen. Seconds later, she felt her own subject succumb to her climax even while trying to focus on the explosive ejaculation going off in her mouth. Sarah knew how hard it could be to concentrate on giving and receiving an orgasm at the same time, but didn’t care and continued to push Ali past the point of being overly sensitive. Her body twitched and Sarah could feel her fight the instinct to pull away.

Sarah let Ali go and pulled her up to her knees so that the two of them faced each other right in front of their Master. Holding Ali’s head, she felt the girl still tremble slightly while she opened her mouth. Tears streamed down Ali’s face, more from exertion that emotion, while she dropped her mouth open showing the product of her efforts. Sarah leaned forward and kissed her passionately, digging her tongue into Ali’s mouth and tasted the salty remains of his orgasm. The two girls kissed and swallowed until the load disappeared, but continued to let their two tongues play with each other. Eventually they stopped and turned to face Mr. Michaels, arm in arm.

“Very nice you two. You do work well together, don’t you?” he teased and chuckled. He stood and pulled them up to standing. Leaning forward, he patted both their asses and kissed each one languidly. “All right you two. Let’s go downstairs. I have something fun set up for you both.”

Sarah felt her stomach flutter knowing he no doubt had something elaborate planned. Leading them into the playroom, he removed the sexy garments they had on, and they both kicked off their shoes. Taking Ali by the hand, he led her over to a contraption he had set up beforehand. The adjustable wall with all of the holes along the back of the room had been rolled out until it was almost flat against the floor. On it he had set up what looked like a small wide ladder made of metal bars. Each bar looked about three inches in diameter. The ladder had three rungs fairly evenly spread out and Sarah could see that the rungs were adjustable as well.

“Sit on the lower bar with your legs going through and then lean over the middle bar so that it is pressing against your belly.” Ali looked very apprehensive but did as told. “Good, now stand and put your arms over the top bar so they hang behind you.” Awkwardly, Ali swung her arms back over the bar and did her best to stand.

Mr. Michaels adjusted the bars so that the middle bar hit right at her hips, the top bar at her shoulder blades, and the bottom bar just above the knees. He spread her feet out to the uprights and quickly tied them in place with a big Velcro strap that he wrapped around her calf several times from the ankle to just below the knee. Then he used cuffs on her wrists and rope to tie them to the middle bar. He had Ali locked into an s-shaped position with her ass pointed out one direction and her tits pointed out the other. Ali breathed hard in near panic and pulled on the restraints but couldn’t move much.

Mr. Michaels turned his attention back to Sarah. “She’s yours to play with. Make it count or you will take her place. Let’s see what you have learned.”

Sarah’s mouth opened in another shock. But taking a deep breath, the shock gave way to lust and power. She moved over to face Ali and put a hand to her cheek. “Relax Ali. You’re in my hands. Just do as I say and I’ll make this good for you. Do you trust me?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and kissed her trapped friend. “Do you trust me?” Sarah repeated.

Ali did visibly relax and locked eyes with Sarah. “Yes. I trust you.”

Sarah kissed her again and then down her neck to her tits. Squeezing and kneading them while sucking on each nipple back and forth. She bit down on one and pulled it out gradually until Ali whimpered. Sarah let go and grabbed both of them between her thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted them hard. “You are going to be a good slut for me and cum when I tell you, right?” she taunted.

“Yes!” Ali exclaimed, wincing from the pain.

“Yes, what?!” Sarah demanded.

“Yes Mistress!” Ali relied without delay. Sarah gave her nipples one more heavy pinch and then let go and, without taking her eyes off of Ali’s, moved down and sucked on each one again very tenderly. When she finished, she stood up straight and slapped Ali’s breasts repeatedly, hitting the tops and the sides. Ali yelped and rolled her head from side to side, but didn’t protest.

Sarah moved over to the toys hanging on the wall and got a flogger with long leather cat tails. Moving behind Ali, she had to stand almost against the wall to get enough room. She started with a light stroke against Ali’s protruding ass. The back swing hitting the other ass cheek. Each stoke got harder, making her ass get redder from the slap of the leather straps. Ali yelped louder with each stoke and her head rolled forward. She fought against the restraints.

“Relax Ali. Take deep breaths and don’t tense up. You know it makes it hurt more. Just remember, the pleasure comes after. And I am going to make you cum so hard.” Her soothing words were punctuated by even harder slaps of the flogger. Sarah held back the last one for several seconds and then brought the flogger across her ass twice, harder than any before. Ali screamed out as the sting of the last hit ran through her body. Sarah dropped the flogger even before the sting had finished and kissed and rubbed Ali’s ass. Her hand found Ali’s exposed and dripping pussy and Sarah rubbed the flat of her hand in circles over the puffy labia and clit.

Ali’s moans turned quickly from pain to pleasure as the new sensation overtook her. Sarah reached around Ali’s trapped leg and used her left hand to spread Ali’s pussy lips open and then used the middle finger of her right to find and tease Ali’s clit. She went all around it with her fingertip without touching the clit directly. Ali’s moans intensified and Sarah could feel her tense. “This is my pussy now slut. You know the rules. No cumming without permission. And you beg me for it.”

“Yes Mistress,” Ali replied breathlessly.

Sarah licked her finger and rubbed Ali’s clit more directly, but very slowly and lightly and from top to bottom and then bottom to top. Before long, Ali begged for the first time, “Please Mistress. Please may I cum.”

“No,” Sarah replied simply and then removed her hands and slapped Ali’s ass hard three times. She spread her ass cheeks wide and with lots of saliva on her tongue, stuck her head between Ali’s peach shaped ass and drew her tongue repeatedly over Ali’s puckered hole. Ali tensed at the unexpected sensation and then relaxed letting Sarah wedge her soaked tongue up into her anal cavity. The angle made the act difficult for Sarah to continue for long, so she sat back up, stuck her middle finger into her mouth and moistened it further and then stuck it up the tight asshole past the second knuckle.

She heard Ali gasp. Sarah finger fucked Ali’s ass for a minute with the single finger, then pulled it out, spit on her middle and forefinger again and then returned them to rub the new lubricant around the opening before getting both fingers deep into her friend’s ass. While plunging her fingers to the hilt and out to the finger tips in a rough finger fucking, Sarah wrapped her left hand back around and rubbed hard against Ali’s clit with the flat of her first three fingers in a wide circle. Sarah’s abuse didn’t take long before Ali begged more desperately to Sefaköy Escort be allowed to cum and Sarah granted it, drawing out a long tortured orgasm from her tightly restrained slave.

Sarah waited for the wave of climax to subside before stopping and slapping Ali’s ass again, “What do you say?”

“Thank you Mistress. Thank you for my orgasm. It was incredible,” Ali replied.

Sarah got up and went to retrieve several items. Setting them down behind Ali, she pulled out the nipple clamps first. She sucked on each nipple until it stiffened and then applied the clamp, trying to get the full areola between the teeth. Sarah knew from plenty of experience how much it would hurt at first. To add to the pain, she hung two weights to the middle of the chain. With Ali’s chest pushed out in front of her, the weights dangled in mid-air.

Sarah had also retrieved a curved metal butt plug that looked like four balls welded together. With lots of lube, she slowly popped each ball into her ass watching her anal knot expand and contract over each one, receiving a gasp from Ali with each advance as it pressed deeper into her. Like their training plugs, this one also had a looped handle that seated itself between her ass cheeks. Ali flapped her hands uselessly and groaned loudly as the plug came to rest.

Next Sarah applied more lube to Ali’s pussy and then stuck a fat dildo against her vaginal entrance. She turned on a vibrator and held it on Ali’s clit on low for a minute before slowly pushing the big dickhead of the dildo into her pussy. Holding the dildo in place with just the head inside of her, Sarah let the vibrator do most of the work. After a minute, she increased the speed. Ali’s hips started to grind and her moaning became continuous. Sarah pulled the vibrator off only long enough to hit the weights and make them swing on the chain before returning it to her clit.

“May I cum Sarah?” Ali begged. She startled when she realized her mistake, she corrected urgently, “I mean Mistress! May I cum for you Mistress?! Please?!”

Sarah turned the vibrator up another level. “No you dumb slut! Not until the dildo is all the way in your cunt. When it gets all the way in, you may cum. If you forget to call me Mistress one more time, I’m going to fuck your ass with this dildo while I spank it with a paddle. Do you understand?!” she barked pissed off.

“Thank you Mistress. Sorry Mistress. Sorry I am such a dumb slut and failed to address you properly. Please please forgive me Mistress!” Ali clearly had to fight to hold back her climax. Sarah advanced the dildo incrementally, but steadily, while torturing Ali’s clit. She rubbed it in small circles and varied the pressure from hard to light. Ali’s body shook as she struggled to keep control and she let out a long steady groan.

When Sarah finally pushed the dildo in until the balls of the realistic dildo stopped at her pussy, Sarah told Ali to cum. The orgasm exploded through the restrained victim for a long minute. Sarah removed the vibrator and replaced it with her fingers and she rubbed Ali to a second orgasm. As soon as it slowed down, Sarah reached up and released the clamps, while pulling out the dildo. She ignored Ali’s screams while using one hand to pull on Ali’s sore nipples and the other to rub the vibrator from her clit, across her gapping lips, to the butt plug to let it vibrate against the plug making a loud noise before returning to her clit.

Once Ali’s nipples recovered, she focused the vibrator on Ali’s clit and pulled on the butt plug. Each ball stretched Ali’s sphincter again until Sarah had only one ball still lodged in her friend. She started pushing it back in a little faster, then back out again. The constant vibration and ass fucking had Ali begging for another orgasm all too soon. Sarah granted the orgasm while continuing to fuck her ass faster. The climax continued through several waves, never really stopping fully until Ali’s head hung mostly limp to her chest.

Sarah put down her toys and stood in front of Ali and grabbed her hair. Having learned from Mr. Michaels, she entangled her hand near the base of the hair and pulled just hard enough to control Ali’s head. She forced the girl’s head up and kissed her, probing her mouth with her tongue. Ali, still limp from the climatic overload took a few seconds before returning the kiss enthusiastically. Satisfied, she released Ali from her restraints and the two girls took up their slave pose waiting for him.

Mr. Michaels clapped from his chair a few feet in front of them. “Good job Sarah. Now let’s see if you can switch gears as easily. Crawl over here and suck my dick.” His authority dropped Sarah to her hands and knees immediately. Crawling the few feet, she took his limp member into her mouth down to the base of his cock. She held it that way and fondled his balls until his growing erection cut off her breath and tickled the back of her throat. Pulling off to grab a breath, she said between quick gasps, “Thank you Master.”

Sarah started to bob her head on the growing dick, but he stopped her by grabbing her face with both hands and made her look at him with her lips still clenched around the head of him manhood. “You are not allowed to cum for the rest of the night without my cock in your mouth. And don’t ask me to cum. You will know when you can when my dick is in its proper place. But you better be focused more on me than yourself. Understood?”

“Yeffer,” she mumbled and went back to blowing him.

Mr. Michaels motioned for Ali to come to him. While she leaned down to kiss him, he spread her legs with his hand and started fingerfucking her still wet and sensitive pussy. Ali moaned into his mouth before he pulled back and asked, “You ready to treat this bitch like she treated you? Ready to beat up her pussy for a while?”

Ali smiled and nodded. “Yes sir!”

Mr. Michaels grabbed Sarah’s hair and pulled her up while standing up himself, popping his erection out of her wanting mouth with saliva dribbling down her chin. He walked her over to one of the massage tables lowered to a knee high position. In two of the holes, he had erected two posts with a metal cross bar set about a foot high. Like the contraption Ali had been on, the bar looked adjustable. The long cuffs with straps had been set on either side of the bar, but the ones up front were close together and the ones in back were at the widest points on the table.

Mr. Michaels led Sarah to the table getting her up on it. He pulled her forward until she kneeled over the bar with the bar hitting her upper thighs. Working quickly, Mr. Michaels strapped her forearms into the front cuffs and her calves into the back cuffs. The arm cuffs were set back far enough that she had to bend forward with her ass in the air and her head hanging over the edge of the table. He moved the bar up into her hip joint until it almost lifted her off her knees and then he put a strap over her back forcing her back to arch and secured it to the base of the upright bars. Sarah tested the restraint, confirming that she could barely move anything an inch.

Mr. Michaels made a show of handing Ali a paddle in full view of Sarah. “She enjoyed making you suffer at her hand. Now it’s your turn Ali. How badly do you want to punish our little fuck toy here?”

Ali got a wicked evil grin and slapped the paddle onto her hand. “I think ten spanks should do it.” She moved to the side of the table and Sarah braced herself. Ali did not disappoint with a solid slap of the flat of the paddle onto Sarah right buttock. She kept her breathing as smooth and even as possible through three more on the same spot. The last stung and forced a loud whimper out of her as she felt the heat on her skin. Ali shifted to the other butt cheek with four equally hard slaps. “Last two Sarah,” Ali warned and then brought the paddle down on the very tender red skin across the back. Sarah stifled a yelp on the first but wailed out loud with the last one.

Mr. Michaels moved in front of Sarah and pressed his cock against her lips while Sarah still had her eyes closed waiting for Ali’s soft massage on her punished ass to dissipate the pain. As soon as she realized what she had in front of her, Sarah parted her lips and let him slide his hard penis into her mouth. The welcome distraction along with the feel of Ali’s saliva slickened fingers rubbing up and down between her wet pussy lips soon had her fully engaged.

Sarah could only move her head back and forth a few inches, so Mr. Michaels did most of the work thrusting his dick like a piston into her welcoming mouth. She felt a vibrator press against her clit and jolts that felt like electric shocks burned through her abdomen. Trapped as she was, she couldn’t avoid the vibrator at all and had to endure. Focusing her attention on the penis in her mouth as her orgasm quickly built, she hoped for a fast release only to have Mr. Michaels pull his cock back just past her lips. She strained to reach forward and take him back into her mouth but could only touch her lips and tongue to the head of his cock. After a few seconds of futile attempt, she looked up at him and begged, “Please Master. I want you in my mouth.”

“You want me, or you want to cum?” he asked. Sarah didn’t know how to respond but couldn’t deny the now impending orgasm about to overtake her despite her efforts to hold it off. She reached out with her tongue again only managing to flick at his penis. “Tell me you are a cock whore. Convince me you want to please me more than you want to cum,” he demanded.

Sarah readily agreed, “Yes Master. I am a cock whore. I need your cock.” She heard the desperation in her own voice. Leaning over, he slapped her face. The surprise and sting made her look up into his eyes.

“Who’s cock whore?” he asked.

“I’m your cock whore. Always,” she answered. And she knew it to be true. She reached out again with her tongue to touch his dick, desperately wanting him to plunge it into her open mouth.

“That’s right. This cock matters more than your cunt. Focus on me and not yourself, you greedy little slut.” Taking his cock in his hand, he directed it to touch just around her lips. Sarah held still and felt the soft skin of his penis, relishing the sensation. Her body twitched and her pussy spasmed with anticipation. Knowing she couldn’t hold off her climax much longer, she did her best to wait patiently. As if knowing her exact moment of surrender, his cock sunk deep into her mouth just as the orgasm overcame her.

She clamped down hard onto his throbbing meat as her mind exploded feeling heat spread through her body. The tight restraints held her body in place making the climax even more intense. Bobbing her head back and forth on reflex while the overwhelming orgasm coursed through her, feeling her ass clench and her pelvis rock as her muffled moan escaped around his mouth stretching cock. The vibrator unrelentingly forced the waves of orgasm to continue past the point of comfort. She wanted to beg for it to stop but knew better than to stop the blowjob for any reason.

Mr. Michaels pulled back out of her mouth and held his cock in his hand just out of her reach. Sarah’s mouth opened and closed like a coy fish looking to get fed trying to reach for him. He continued to slowly stroke his cock in front of her and grabbed her hair with his other hand pulling back to make her look up into his eyes. “Use the vibrating butt plug and dildo on this greedy cock tease Ali. Looks like she wants to cum while swallowing my load.” He held Sarah’s head arched backward while she gasped in air, welcoming the break from the vibrator.

The cold splash of lube trickling down her ass crack over her asshole to her vagina quickly forgotten as a big plug stretched her ass painfully and a much larger dildo pressed into her still trembling pussy. The plug in her ass turned on and started vibrating and thrusting into her. A new toy she realized having never experienced a self-thrusting plug before. Then the vibrator on her clit returned. As soon as the vibrations hit her sensitive clit, fiery tingles threatened to make her explode again. Sarah wailed holding back the dam-break of her orgasm as her body quaked.

The dildo plunged into soaking pussy. Ali angled it down to make sure it raked Sarah g-spot as she thrust it deep into her friend’s vagina. The combination of everything stimulating her at once made her head spin. To add to the torment, Mr. Michaels let go of his dick leaving it just out of her reach while his hand went under her and tugged down on her left nipple. With a gentle touch, he spread his fingers about an inch wider than her areola and dragged them down to the tip of her swelling nipple. Her nipple ached from the tender fondling and added to her growing need to release her climax.

With her head still pulled back hard, Sarah’s eyes searched frantically for his mushroom-headed monster just below her line of vision. “Please Master! Please, I beg you. I need your dick. Please let me suck your cock.”

“Do you love my cock Sarah?” he taunted.

“YES! Yes of course! I love your cock Master. I need it. Please please give it to me!” She opened her mouth feeling it water in anticipation. The trembles in her body continued to grow. There were so many simultaneous sensations and being restricted so tightly kept her from retreating from any of it.

“Look at me Sarah!” he yelled as he shook her head by the hair. Her eyes jumped from searching for his dick to looking up into his eyes, new fear momentarily stunting the building orgasmic wave about to tear through her. “While you cum and whenever you cum after this, I want you thinking about this dick in your mouth. You will always be my little fuck toy. I own your cunt and your mind. Say it,” he demanded. The stern look on his face both scared and excited Sarah.

Sarah groaned when the dildo bottomed out in her pussy as Ali rhythmically pushed it in and out of her. Feeling the thrust of the vibrator in her ass filling her further. But most importantly, the vibrator on her clit driving her ever closer to losing control. She focused on him. It was now or never. “You own me Master. I am your devoted fuck toy. I love being your fuck toy. Nothing makes me happier than having your beautiful cock in my mouth. Please let me please you,” she got out breathlessly.

She almost cried seeing him nod and felt the soft skin of his cockhead touch her lips. She instinctively stretched forward as much as possible and felt huge relief as the head popped past her lips. He let go of her hair and she thrust her mouth forward feeling the full length of his shaft glide deeply into her mouth to her throat. The joy at feeling his familiar girth in her mouth washed over her. The warm wave started growing in her pussy. That anxious second as the orgasmic strength built.

When Mr. Michaels reached forward with the other hand and lightly pinched both nipples at the same time, Sarah felt her whole body tense as the orgasm rocked through her small body. It seemed to reach every part of her. The warm wave of sensation flowing from pussy to her fingers and then back down to her toes. It lasted for an eternity and rolled through her again with fresh strength. She knew her body bucked and jerked, but she no longer felt the tight restriction. Mr. Michaels slowly rocked his cock in and out of watering mouth and Sarah did her best to focus on keeping her lips wrapped tight around him, never letting her tongue stop sliding over it. She felt lightheaded from the strength of the orgasm. After thirty seconds or so, the over stimulation on her increasingly sensitive clit brought her back to reality and her pussy involuntarily fought to retreat from the vibrator with limited success.

Mr. Michaels grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face with a slowly escalating frequency and she heard his dreaded command, “One more Sarah. Ali fuck her harder and turn up the vibrator.” Sarah felt the vibrator tick up in intensity as it rolled around in circles on her poor sensitive clit. And the dildo took long strokes from the bulbous head just at her vaginal entrance until it was balls deep pressing up against her cervix.

Sarah grunted at the pain and wanted this to stop, but kept her mouth firmly gripped to please him. The pain soon gave way to building pleasure again. The intensity built so quickly it shocked Sarah. She fought to control it before realizing that she didn’t need to. She bobbed her head to his thrusting penis trying to keep her tongue flat on his shaft and resisting any urge to gag as the swollen head pressed deeper into her throat. Another orgasm almost as strong as the previous one erupted through her making her shudder and shake again uncontrollably, her moans mostly drowned out by the thick penis invading her mouth and cutting off her wind.

As her body relaxed as the climax passed, Mr. Michaels finally relented. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop and stroked it vigorously. “Open that trap my little cum bucket and you hold every drop of this nectar in that pretty mouth! I want to see it.” Sarah opened wide and stuck out her tongue while looking up at him. Ali had thankfully pulled the vibrator off her clit, but the butt plug continued to vibrate and thrust while the dildo stayed fully lodged in her filling her completely. She continued to have small shivers all over.

She could see Mr. Michaels getting closer. “Ali pull the butt plug out of her ass while I fill her mouth,” he grunted while he visibly tensed. The big plug stretched her ass Escort Bayan to the limit as it popped out of her, but she kept herself held still waiting for her Master to release his love juice. With a loud grunt, Mr. Michaels face scrunched and Sarah felt several spurts of hot salty nut butter spray into her waiting mouth. He continued to milk his cock until he filled her mouth and wiped the last drop onto her upper lip. She felt the slippery load flow over her tongue while she watched him look to the ceiling and take several calming breaths.

Her mouth watered until she wanted to scream for him to look down at her and give her permission to swallow his manly emission. Finally satisfied, he turned down his gaze into her pleading eyes, but she stayed still. Eventually he bent over and took a closer look. Sarah felt a drop escape her mouth and run down her chin. He nodded and she closed her mouth and took a big gulp getting the slurry down. Her tongue slipped out to get the small drop on her upper lip and she tasted fresh saltiness. She opened her mouth showing she had finished and to her surprise and elation, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead in acknowledgment.

“Alright you two, get her untied. Then clean up the room and both of you get your asses upstairs to the bedroom. Move it!” he exclaimed as he walked out of the room. He called out over his shoulder as he walked out, “Don’t keep me waiting!” Sarah couldn’t believe there would be more after such a demanding session. But then again, nothing surprised her.

Ali worked swiftly to free her arms and then her legs and Sarah had to remind her not to forget the strap over her waist. Once freed, Sarah stood up and stretched very sore muscles, but only for a second before she joined Ali in hanging up the implements they had used and washing and drying the toys. Sarah’s eyes widened when she saw the size of the butt plug that had been in her. It looked bigger than anything she had used before. A thick round ball with short taper and a wide neck that contained a small bullet vibrator sticking out of the end. It was no wonder it had hurt being inserted.

“What’s next do you think?” Ali whispered nervously while they worked.

Sarah shook her head. “No idea. But it won’t do a lot of good to worry about it. I hope it isn’t as hard as what we just did. I need a break after that. I thought my head would melt from that last orgasm.” Ali tried to stop it, but she giggled. That made Sarah giggle with her and soon the two broke out in full blown laughter.

“Oh my god! Watching you take all of that. I’ve never seen you cum that hard before. Holy fuck!” Ali exclaimed.

Sarah took a deep breath and closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “I thought I would explode. I can still feel it shaking me.” Sarah reached down and touched her clit and moaned at the touch. “I could cum again in about two minutes. I’m still so sensitive.”

Ali teased sarcastically, “Not without his cock in your mouth!”.

Sarah gave her a smirk. “Careful bitch. You know he likes to reuse his tricks. You might be next.” They laughed again and hugged each other. “Let’s get upstairs before we get in trouble.” They turned off the lights and closed the playroom behind them.

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They got up to the bedroom and tried to take in everything they saw. The pillows, bedspread, and even the sheet had been removed from the bed and a big plastic looking sheet covered the bed with two big towels laid side by side. A large bottle of clear liquid sat on the bedside table along with a couple of vibrators. Sarah guessed they were in for more anal sex, which made sense with the giant butt plug that had stretched her out earlier. Not really feeling up for more, she sighed quietly to herself but wasn’t about to complain. Mr. Michaels emerged from the bathroom and made them both jump with his sudden presence.

“On the bed you two. Face down on your stomachs. Arms at your sides. Ali, your first.”

Sarah and Ali took on quick look at each other and walked hand and hand to the bed before crawling up and getting in position on the towels facing each other a couple of feet apart. Sarah felt nervous butterflies in her stomach as she waited. Mr. Michaels turned off the main overhead light and put on some soft electronic sounding music that created a relaxing mood with only a few soft lights remaining on to light the room.

After retrieving the bottle from the bedside table, he got on the bed between their waists and proceeded to squirt liquid onto Ali’s back. Swinging his leg over her body, he sat back on his knees straddling her thighs just below her ass. His hands moved quickly to spread the thick oil over her back, from her neck down to her ass. Pressing down with his hands on her back, he started a deep penetrating massage. Rubbing her shoulders first before he ran his fingers down her spine.

He continued down to her ass, dripped more oil on both ass cheeks, and took his time to rub and squeeze her butt, rubbing both thumbs right up her butt crack. Sarah listened to Ali moan from the first touch, but the moans turned more sensual while he concentrated on her ass. Her envy grew with each deep moan he evoked out of Ali. Expecting him to start finger fucking her pussy or ass, he surprised again by just working her sore muscles.

To Sarah’s great relief, he then moved over to her and repeated the whole process. She understood Ali’s sensual moaning more when he started rubbing her ass. It felt so good with each deep squeeze and the thumbs running up her ass crack sent tingles through her and made her pussy wet again. He did rub over her asshole, but only as part of the massage. Nothing went inside of her. Sarah felt all of the tension from earlier leave her body.

Finished with her back, he told Sarah to flip and he drizzled more oil over her chest and he stomach. He took his time rubbing her tits, manipulating them up, down and from side to side. She loved the way his hands slipped over her skin. He rubbed her shoulders, upper arms, stomach and upper thighs, but never touched her pussy. Nevertheless, the massage still made her pussy tingle and she couldn’t stop her pelvis from grinding up against his touch. The intense activity in the playroom left her wanting more and the desire to feel his cock in her pussy almost made her beg him to fuck her.

He repeated the same technique on Ali and Sarah could tell it left Ali just as wanting. As he finished, he leaned forward and kissed Ali passionately. Breaking the kiss with her he leaned over and kissed Sarah the same way. Their tongues intertwined and Sarah returned the kiss enthusiastically. He finished and pulled back to look into her eyes. “My turn,” he said with a smile.

He laid down on the towels between them on his back. The girls were only too happy to douse his chest and stomach with oil. Their four hands worked the slick oil into his body while they giggled. They worked from his neck down to his thighs in no particular hurry. Both girls took turns playing with his dick and balls making a game trying to jerk his slippery member. “No hands now girls,” he directed.

The girls took up the challenge. Ali started by rubbing her tits on his chest. Sarah straddled one leg and rubbed her pussy over his oil slick leg in long strokes before crabbing over his midsection and rubbing her ass crack up and down on his engorged penis. They switched places and continued to rub for some time having fun with the oil play.

Eventually the girls found themselves kissing and rubbing their bodies together while they kneeled over him giving him a naughty show. Sarah particularly liked trying to pinch Ali’s nipples between her oily fingers, never able to actually get purchase. She even rubbed her face over Ali’s very oily breasts. Feeling the oiled skin slipping over her cheeks and lips continued to make Sarah more horny. The sweet nutty taste made her ask, “What kind of oil is this?” While he answered, she squeezed Ali’s breast and bit down on her nipple trying to catch the tricky nub in her teeth.

“Sweet almond oil,” he answered. “Why don’t you two scissor for me? I’d like to watch that.” This brought more giggles from the girls, but as he sat up, they laid down in front of him and intertwined legs as the faced each other leaning back on their hands to support themselves. It took a little maneuvering to get lined up. Mr. Michaels squeezed more oil from the bottle letting it coat their joined vulvas and reached down to rub it in. Feeling his fingers on their pussy lips and clits made both girls squeal. He laid back down on his side facing them resting on his elbow. Sarah felt the intensity of his stare as the two girls inched closer until their pussies pressed against each other.

As soon her clit touched Ali’s, Sarah felt a jolt through her body. The soft folds of Ali’s swollen pussy lips spread Sarah’s pussy open exposing her clit more. Ali’s growing moans clearly demonstrating she liked it just as much. Sarah had scissored Jenny before, but between the waxing leaving their skin bare and the oil making the flesh slide so easily over each other, it had never felt so good.

The smooth skin glided effortlessly. Both girls groaned out loud and ground harder. Ali clutched at Sarah’s leg and Sarah reached forward with her non-supporting hand to squeeze and massage Ali’s breast, letting the nipple slide through her thumb and forefinger. From Ali’s gasps, Sarah could tell she had neared the edge. Sarah leaned her head back with her eyes closed lost in the warm glow of a growing orgasm herself, only to be stopped by Mr. Michaels warning, “Don’t forget your rule, Sarah.”

Being shocked back to reality, she turned to give Mr. Michaels a pleading look without slowing the gyrations of her pelvis. She didn’t bother to beg, knowing it to be useless just by looking at him, so she focused on ensuring her friend didn’t have to suffer. She tugged as best she could on Ali’s nipple and forced down her own building climax.

“I want you to cum right now for me Ali. I want to hear you tell me who owns that pussy while you do. Loud,” he instructed in an even tone.

Ali looked right at him while her face scrunched. It only took a few seconds before she bellowed out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming for my Master. You own my pussy!” She continued to grind while her body shook from the intensity. “You own me. I fucking love that you own me. God you make me feel so good.” She clutched Sarah even harder and pressed their bodies together.

Sarah envied Ali and wanted her own release, but watching her friend feel such overwhelming pleasure gave her a warm feeling of joy. She marveled for the hundredth time at how Mr. Michaels could draw out such powerful intensity and what absolute domination he had over all of them. What had her life been just a few months before? How had she come so far that she actually liked having sex with multiple partners at the same time more than just one on one.

As soon as Ali came down and started to relax, he ordered, “Now 69 girls. Sarah suck that sensitive clit quickly. Get her off again.” His directness made the girls jump to movement. They untangled and Sarah flipped her leg over Ali’s body while she rolled on top and slid back until she felt her dripping pussy land on Ali’s face. She pulled Ali’s legs wide and dove down on the pink swollen flesh. Enveloped Ali’s clit with her mouth, she sucked hard while her tongue flicked her pleasure center. Ali yelped as her own mouth reached Sarah’s tender cunt, digging her tongue between her slit through the juicy oily combination of fluids. Sarah reached around Ali’s thigh and stuck two fingers in the moist hole below her clit-filled mouth getting another muffled yelp out of Ali.

Sarah relentlessly toyed with Ali’s clit while finger fucking her, determined to get Ali off again before Ali could force her to have to fight off another orgasm of her own. Sarah found herself picturing his cock in her mouth. She could feel the smooth mushroom head press through her lips. Feel of the soft, but unyielding shaft thrust into her mouth. Rolling her tongue along the thick vein on the underside of the shaft. Felt it hit the back of her throat, stretching her mouth. And looking up into his eyes and seeing the pleasure she gave him. She wanted it so badly.

She pulled her two fingers out of Ali’s vagina and split them to press one finger back into her pussy and the other into her asshole. All of the oil allowed her finger to bury easily into her tight butthole and she felt Ali groan at the new intrusion. She fucked both holes vigorously, pressing the full length of her fingers into Ali’s body. She needed this girl to cum again so she could get that wonderful cock in her mouth.

Her tongue flicked over Ali’s clit and she shook her head back and forth over it, finally getting exactly what she wanted. Ali’s mouth dropped off her pussy and Ali let out a long satisfied groan and said, “Oh god. Oh GOD. Right there. Faster.” Her breathing came in deep gasps and her body tensed hard under Sarah. “I’m cumming!” she yelled followed by a long low moan. Sarah continued to finger fuck and suck on Ali’s clit until she knew that Ali’s orgasm had ebbed.

“Lick my pussy sweetheart.” She felt Ali’s hands wrap around her ass and Ali pulled her mouth back up into place letting that wonderful warm tongue poke into her pussy as Ali tongue fucked her. Sarah pushed up on her hands and looked over at Mr. Michaels. “Please Master. I’m begging. Please let me have your cock. I need to feel you in my mouth. It’s all I can think about.” She heard the desperate pleading in her own voice.

Mr. Michaels gave her a smile and leisurely got up on his knees and moved over to her to the side of the girls. His erection pointing out in front of him. Sarah twisted her upper torso balancing on one hand while her pussy remained in place. With Mr. Michaels cock hanging just in front of her face, she felt Ali stick two fingers into her ass while her tongue dragged up and down her slit over her clit. But Sarah didn’t care. Getting that cock back in her mouth remained her only concern.

She used one hand to grab the base of his prick and guide it. The helmeted head penetrated her tightly held lips just as she imagined. The welcome thrust of his pelvis plunged the hot shaft all the way to the back of her throat. It felt comforting, but the low moan he emitted is what gave her the most pleasure. Just knowing that her mouth gave him pleasure made her feel complete.

The tongue on her clit sent tingles through her and she felt released to enjoy it. Bobbing her head and stroked his dick she got right to business. Done with teasing, she wanted to feel his thick spunk in her mouth. Her own moaning filled her ears while she ground her hips onto Ali’s face, but she focused on him. She wanted to cry when he grabbed her head and stopped her efforts. Nevertheless, she ceased moving and just held still for him as he clearly wanted, but cursed herself for doing something wrong enough to make him stop. He slowly ground his hips and face fucked her.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that. Now I want you to cum for me Sarah. I don’t want to have to wait. I want you to cum right now.” Just hearing him say it did something to Sarah. Ali’s tongue suddenly sent electricity through her. Relaxing completely, she focused on the deep tingles running through her. Her breathing increased and she emitted a long deep moan while he continued to fuck her mouth. She knew in that moment that she truly had become a cock whore.

The orgasm burst through her. Her body jerked in a big spasm and her arms and chest shook. A cold wave flowed through her body from her toes to her forehead. Followed closely by another wave of warm heat radiated out from her pussy. Ali’s wonderful tongue never stopped. The climax went on for an extended period. She couldn’t stop her hips from gyrating. She even felt dizzy and like her body floated. His cock still filled her mouth and she clamped her lips tightly around it.

Finally she couldn’t take any more. She pulled back off of Mr. Michaels and begged Ali to stop. Taking several deep breaths to steady herself, she clutched his cock with one hand trying to hold herself up. Once her breath steadied, she looked up into his eyes and said, “Fuck that was good.” And she smiled seeing him smile first.

Without letting go of his cock, she regained herself enough to continue, “Please Master. We’ve been good girls. Please come over here and fuck this girl proper. We both need some dick. You have tortured us and teased us. Please come fuck us now.” She pleaded like a little girl asking for ice cream. She pouted and meant it.

When Mr. Michaels chuckled, she smiled knowing that she had won. Continued to hold his cock, she led him as he shuffled over on his knees around Ali’s leg to get between her legs. Shifting one of Ali’s legs behind her arm, she pulled it back to spread Ali more open, and guided Mr. Michaels’ dick to her gaping pussy. With the head placed right at the open waiting hole, Sarah let go of his cock and pulled Ali’s other leg back and spread both wider. Mr. Michaels thrust forward and slide into her love tunnel still slick from oil and cum, penetrating fully into her.

Ali groaned at the feel of his cock filling her wanton vagina. Sarah swung her leg over until she kneeled to Ali’s side. When Mr. Michaels took Ali’s legs from Sarah, she let go and moved her hands to Ali’s tits. Squeezing and rubbing the still oily flesh, she leaned forward to suck first one then the istanbul Escort other nipple into mouth and played with them. She flicked them with her tongue and nibbled and bit both repeatedly to Ali’s welcome moans. She tugged and pinched whichever one was not in her mouth.

Then she shifted up and without letting go of Ali’s breasts, she kissed her friend passionately, probing Ali’s mouth with her tongue. Their tongues went back and forth from one mouth to the other like true lovers. Mr. Michaels held her legs bent at the knees wide and pounded Ali’s pussy with a steady rhythm, fucking her with intent. Ali moaned into Sarah’s mouth lost in the ecstasy of a hard dicking. Without breaking the kiss, Sarah snuck her hand down between the slamming bodies and found Ali’s clit. Rubbing it back and forth took only another minute to elicit another intense orgasm from her friend.

Mr. Michaels continued until Ali’s orgasm had played out. He let go of her legs and rocked back, pulling his cock wet with her pussy juice and still standing straight out from his body. Sarah, without a word, leaned forward and took his dripping penis into her mouth. Taking long sucking pulls from his dick, she cleaned it of all of Ali’s nectar. For good measure, she reached under his dick with her tongue and licked his balls and up and around the shaft until his breathing had settled down from his exertion.

Sarah sat back on her feet and looked at her authoritarian. Silence filled the room as he waited. Anxiety filled Sarah but she decided to go for it. “Please Master. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I’ve been good. Will you please let me have you?” She felt desperate and small. But she wanted him so badly. Nothing felt better than having him fuck her. She craved it.

He just stared at her with a frown on his face. With every second that passed, she felt more certain that she had crossed the line again. She feared his sudden wrath despite having followed his every instruction and trying to please him at every turn. The pit in her stomach grew. Finally he nodded. “Okay. But if it isn’t my dick, then it’s going to be her cunt. Get in doggie and you eat this bitch out the whole time I’m fucking you. If I see your mouth come off of her or you stop eating her out, I’ll have to spank you. A lot!. Understand?”

Relief sprang up through her. She didn’t realize how clenched she had been until she relaxed. Her shoulders released and she took a deep cleansing breath. “Yes SIR! I promise. I’ll be good.” She jumped to get between him and Ali’s legs and directed her to scootch back. Ali moved back enough to allow Sarah to bend down to her elbows and knees. She spread Ali’s labia and took a long lick. Mr. Michaels got in close behind her and slapped her ass. Sarah knew better than to stop and kept licking Ali’s pussy. She tasted even sweeter with the oil mixed with her orgasmic juices.

She felt him rub the engorged head of his penis up and down her slippery snatch. She moaned in anticipation when he circled it around her clit. She tried to focus on her own actions, but his teasing made her so anxious. Every time she though he lined up to enter her, he slid in a different direction making her whimper. She tried to back up into him, but he never let more than the tip enter her. Ali started to moan and grind into her face. Sarah pushed Ali’s legs back and tongue fucked her raised pussy getting frantic from the lack of penetration.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and would turn to beg him, he grabbed her hips and in one thrust forced himself fully into her. She grunted into Ali’s cunt and renewed her assault on the girl’s clit. His cock felt so good filling her dripping pussy and slid in and out so easily. Mr. Michaels wasted no time now that he had started and began thrusting into her hard with long strokes. Slamming into her made it hard for Sarah to keep her mouth in place, but she did her best.

Sarah stuck her middle two fingers into Ali’s pussy and massaged Ali’s g-spot and sucked on her clit. She knew she had Ali close and she felt her own orgasm building. Mr. Michaels reached forward with one hand and grabbed Sarah’s shoulder and lifted his left leg to get his foot flat on the bed beside her for better leverage and fucked her even harder and faster.

Ali came first with a drawn-out yelp. Sarah followed her shortly after with her own body shaking orgasm. Mr. Michael’s thrust forward bottoming out into her pussy while Sarah’s climax still raged and she felt him clench as warm spurts of cum filled her deeply. They all held their positions for a long minute in the aftermath of their orgasms before finally collapsing back onto the bed. Sarah felt his cum dribble out of her while she breathed deeply recovering with a happy satisfied smile on her face.

When she felt the last tremors die down, she first crawled up onto Ali feeling her breasts drag against the girl’s stomach and over her breasts until they were face to face and gave her a slow deep kiss, lightly toying with her tongue and biting her lip. Then moving over to her Master, she made sure to lightly rub her nipples over his chest until she kissed him in a similar manner. “Thank you sir. I needed that so badly.” She snuggled into his neck and laid on top of him, comforted when she felt his arms wrap around her. Even with her eyes closed, she could tell Ali had rolled over and kissed him tenderly for a couple of minutes.

“Alright girls. We are a sticky mess. Let’s get cleaned up.” Sarah groaned and playfully pouted for a few seconds, before reluctantly crawling off him. They all scooted off the bed and he led the two girls by the hand to the shower. Sarah had to cup her pussy to catch the last remnants of his seed as it leaked out of her. She absently brought it up to her mouth and licked it off her hand as they stepped into the shower.

The warm water felt wonderful on achy muscles. Mr. Michaels insisted on soaping up each girl while they stood there, cleaning every part of their bodies. When he declared them clean, he released them to work together to clean him. The girls used generous amounts of soap and scrubbed softly all over. Of course, they cleaned his dick together, taking turns stoking his flaccid dick and softly fondling his balls.

Once they had dried each other, they stripped the oily towels and plastic sheet off the bed and put them in the laundry before crawling into the bed together in their usual position of the girls on either side of him in the crooks of his arms and one leg draped over his. They rested while he twirled his fingers through their hair. Sarah felt content and comfortable and almost drifted to sleep while she thought over the night’s events. So difficult and scary, but also so exciting and mind blowing. He had opened her to so many new experiences.

After fifteen or twenty minutes, he broke the reverie by saying, “I want to watch you two masturbate for me. With the vibrators.” Sarah and Ali stirred and got up. Sarah being closest grabbed the vibrators off the nightstand and handed one to Ali. “Lay down side by side with your feet toward me. Prop yourself up on a couple of pillows and look at me while you get yourselves off. Vibrators on your clits only. And play with each others tits.” He propped himself up against the headboard. It seemed easy enough to Sarah. She wondered what else he had in store, but focused on the task at hand.

Turning her toy on, she started at the bottom of her pussy and worked up and around her clit. She wiped a load of saliva into her hand and rubbed it onto her pussy to help the vibrator glide easily over her still sore and sensitive skin. Her fears that she might be played out for the night having already cum so many times evaporated as soon as the vibrator hit her clit causing her to moan and press her hips up automatically.

Hearing Ali panting and moaning next to her, she half turned toward Ali to make it easier to reach out and rub the back of her hand over Ali’s left breast. She playfully pinched Ali’s nipple lightly between the backs of her fingers and pulled on it. Squeezing the diamond hard pencil eraser sized piece of flesh made Ali sigh with pleasure. Ali similarly massaged and played with her right tit.

“Take your time. Make this last. And while you play with each other I will explain your punishment for begging me to break your instruction tonight, Sarah.” His accusation broke her concentration, but she kept the vibrator moving over her pussy with a knowing look of concern on her face while she looked at him. His stern stare made her want to look away, but she held his stare and waited. “Don’t look at me like that. You knew there would be a consequence to breaking my rule of only cumming with my cock in your mouth. But you were a greedy little cunt tonight, weren’t you?” he demanded.

“Yessir. I was a greedy cunt and I didn’t follow my instructions,” she confirmed. Despite the confession, the vibrator had her starting to edge up to a new wave of pleasure. She moved it off her clit to slow herself. “I’m sorry,” she added with remorse.

He shook his head. “I don’t want apologies. Follow my instructions or acknowledge your disobedience and take your punishment. It’s okay to be punished.”

“Yes sir,” she nodded feeling somewhat comforted. He was right. He was always right.

“And we will make this punishment for both of you. So you both understand that your actions can affect others and not just yourself.”

“Yessir,” they said in unison. Ali let out a moan and Sarah could tell she wouldn’t last much longer.

“We have the rest of this week. And you have finals next week with graduation the week after that, correct?” The girls both nodded, but Sarah felt worried about where he might be going. More orgasm denial? For weeks? “I want you to both cum now. Cum for me and then I’ll tell you what I want for your punishment.”

Sarah pressed the vibrator directly onto her clit and tugged at Ali’s nipple. Her breathing increased and within seconds, a fresh explosion rocked her body. Her wail of pleasure joined Ali’s already going on. Sarah threw her head back and road the wave. Random tremors all over her body shook her for a long minute. Looking at Ali, she saw the heavy-lidded look of a girl in the afterglow of a big orgasm of her own.

“No, don’t stop. Keep going. I want another.” The girls submissively went back to playing with their sensitive pussies. Ali yelled out when she touched her clit again, but kept at it. “Good. Since Sarah was more focused on getting fucked than sucking on my dick, we are going to try something different to teach you both how to be obedient. You will be allowed to cum. Actually, you will cum every day. But from clitoral stimulation only. Nothing goes in your bodies until I fuck you after graduation. And when I say nothing, I mean no penetration at all. Not a dick, a dildo, a finger, a tongue, nothing. Not even French kissing. Is that understood? No penetration in any way. From anyone including yourselves.”

“Yessir,” they both confirmed.

“You can masturbate or you can play with others. In fact, I encourage you to get each other off as much as possible. But if you are with a boy, it’s hand jobs only. Or he can lick your pussy. Just no part of him inside of you at all.” He stayed silent to let that sink in. Both girls continued masturbating. Sarah couldn’t believe it, but she already felt another climax building. “And just to keep it interesting, each morning I will text you a number. That number will be the number of orgasms I expect for the day. No more and no less. But how and where you get there, I don’t care. How does that sound?”

What could she say? No fucking for two weeks? Not even using her own fingers to get herself off? He had given her worse punishments, but this one would not be easy. More importantly, she wouldn’t be able to hold the current orgasm off long. “I can do it sir. I will do it for you sir.” Ali chimed in with a similar acknowledgement.

He smiled and instructed, “Cum again for me girls. I want to hear it again.” Within a minute, both girls screamed they were cumming again for him. Sarah’s body felt wrecked. She couldn’t stop the trembles and shudders. It took a while to calm her breathing.

When she looked back at him, she barely registered surprise when he ordered, “Again.” But she still wanted to groan and complain. She reluctantly moved the vibrator back to her pussy. The vibrations hurt on her overly sensitive clit.

She mustered up the courage to ask, “May I use my fingers instead of the vibrator Master? Please?”

“Your punishment has already started. Fingers are fine as long as they stay outside of your body.”

Sarah dropped her vibrator to the bed. The fact that Ali continued to use hers didn’t shock her. That girl seemed insatiable when it came to vibrating her clit. Sarah licked her fingers and lowered them to her swollen pussy. Her clit felt like a marble and hurt to the touch. Looking right into his eyes, she started rubbing circles around her swollen nub.

She spread her legs a little farther apart and reached lower to run her fingers up and down her pussy lips, careful to keep them out from between the folds. Her juices flowed heavily from her previous orgasms. Hearing Ali’s breathing quicken, she knew the crazy girl would pop again at anytime. Using the flat of her hand, she moved her hand up and down her spread labia over her clit. It started to feel good and her head began to swim. Momentarily forgetting herself, she started to insert a finger into her vagina only to be stopped by a loud cluck from Mr. Michaels. She stopped herself and began rubbing her hand from back and forth over her pussy, pressing hard against her clit.

“May I cum? Please may I cum Master?” Ali begged. When he didn’t respond immediately, Ali gasped frantically and grunted at her obvious effort to hold back the tidal wave inside her. He made her suffer for a full minute before granting permission. Ali immediately yelled out and Sarah felt the bed rock as Ali thrashed beside her.

Sarah sped up her own rubbing with her hand becoming a blur going back and forth over her sensitive lips. It hurt but still felt good at the same time. She didn’t let up for almost two minutes. Closing her eyes and rocking her head back, she knew both Mr. Michaels and Ali were watching her actions. She pictured his cock in her mouth again. The passionate wave rose up in her. Her body began to tense and she found herself holding her breath from the effort. Feeling her arm start to burn but not wanting to stop, she kept at it as fast as she could.

It happened all of a sudden. Normally she knew exactly when she would cum and could control it. But this one overtook her all at once. It went off like a bomb and she felt heat pulse through her. Her moan as uncontrollable as the orgasm. It ended almost as quickly. Short and intense. But her body strongly jerked and her arm felt like jelly. She let go of her clit but it throbbed until the orgasm finally faded away. Lightheaded, she fell back into the pillow with a labored pant.

When she came down from her high, she panicked when she realized her last orgasm had been without permission. She sat up with a start and looked at Mr. Michaels. “I came without permission sir. I’m sorry. I need to be punished again.” She didn’t shy away and just waited to hear her fate.

To her astonishment, he just chuckled and said “I think we can give you a pass on that one.” He motioned them over to him and together they lay arm in arm, everyone exhausted from a long night. Sarah eventually lightly tugged on his limp cock, but he just chuckled, “I thing that soldier is dead for the night.” The girls giggled and they went back to relaxing for a short spell.

Rousing, he kissed both of them with lingering passion, before getting out of bed and returning with two large, wrapped packages which the girls opened like children on Christmas morning. Inside were numerous sets of bras and panties in a variety of colors. Most of the panties were thongs and all of them were sexy. The girls held them up and took their time to go through them, giddy with excitement.

“I want you both to get used to wearing sexier underwear all the time. Pick out a set and try them on.” Sarah ***********ed a pink pair and Ali picked a blue set. Sarah had to admit that the blue thong showed off Ali’s luscious ass and the lace bra fit her tits perfectly. Looking in the mirror she thought her own set looked just as sexy. The girls squealed with excitement and hugged him and thanked him for the gift.

With the night wrapping up, the girls got dressed and he walked them down to the door. Giving Ali a big kiss at the door, he asked Sarah to hang back for a minute. Once alone, Mr. Michaels gave Sarah a big hug and picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around him. He kissed her deeply and then whispered in her ear, “I’m glad you begged me to fuck you. I wanted to just as badly as you wanted me to.”

Sarah felt her heart skip and she strengthened her grip on him. “It doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for disobeying, but it meant a lot to me that you would risk my disapproval to beg me like that. I do love you little slave.” He pressed her up against the wall while he kissed her again. She held his face and their tongues danced together for several minutes. Finally, he set her down and told her, “Ok pet. Time for you to get home. You have a busy couple of weeks ahead. I’ll see you here Thursday night with Natalie. And you will owe me a couple of orgasms tomorrow.”

Sarah smiled and nodded. “Yes sir. Good night. And I love my Master too.” She grabbed her package and ran to her car before he could say another thing.

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At brunch Shannon had force fed me mimosas in a fairly obvious attempt to destroy my inhibitions. Though in less than twenty-four hours I had agreed to be her personal bitch, had been happily forced to eat her ass, and she had given me an anal orgasm through a well learned method of ass eating and dildo play, so whatever she was trying to reduce my inhibitions for had to be pretty extreme.

“Where the fuck are we even going?” I inquired to my goddess through a mildly drunken stupor. We were heading into strip club row, which was a part of town dominated by titty bars, liquor stores, and strange strip malls with stores so niche it was a miracle they were able to exist at all.

“Well first of all, bitch, you don’t get to question me. You are now my fucking property and if I want to drive you to the shittiest part of town and toss you out in an alley for a good ol’ fashioned gang bang then that’s exactly what the fuck I’m going to do!” Shannon proclaimed in stern defiance of my drunken questioning.

Her response caught me off guard and sobered me up by about fifty-percent. “WAIT! WHAT!? Are you seriously taking me out here to get gang banged?!” I exclaimed in wide eyed terror.

Shannon erupted in laughter “You are such an easy target when you’re drunk! No dummy I’m not taking you out here for a gang bang with a side of gonaherpasyphilese!”. I was immediately and wildly relieved. “Besides that whore ass is MINE. MMMIIINNNEEE!!! And if anybody is going to open it up it’s me!” she laughed in a state of sexual drunken bliss, this was her wildest fantasy and she was going all in. “Now once I get you cock ready if Momma wants to rent that ass on the corner so she can get a Mercedes then that might be a different story!” she declared in a half joking tone but with an underlying context that let me know prostitution may genuinely be in her plans.

With that we pulled into the parking lot of Jameson’s Grocery and Novelties. “What is this place?” I asked genuinely confused. “This is where your goddess gets all her sex toys. We’re here so you can by your mistress a cock so she can fuck your faggot ass.” Shannon responded with sarcastic yet sensual glee.

As we excited the vehicle I was feeling extremely exposed “If they ask let’s just say anything we buy is being used on you, ok?”. Shannon stopped dead in her tracks and walked seductively towards me as she removed her sunglasses. She then grabbed my face and pulled it in close as though we were about to kiss. She licked my lips and then pressed her forehead into mine and she spoke in an aggressive whisper “We. Are. Buying. A. Strap-on. They WILL know I’m going to use it on you and if they don’t ask I’m going to tell them. If they sell leashes you’re leaving this building on a leash and carrying your owner’s new strap-on without a bag. YOU, are a BITCH. You’re my bitch and you better start acting fucking happy about it or you’re never sticking your tongue up my ass again. UNDERSTOOD? BITCH!”. Any hope at avoiding public humiliation was officially gone and I could embrace it or say goodbye to her perfect body.

“Sorry goddess, I understand” I responded in the sheepish tone she was looking for. “YAY! You get to buy me a cock!” she squealed as she took my hand and walked me in the building.

The inside was surprisingly nice. The store sold every type of sex toy and bong imaginable. There was a busty bombshell in a latex bustier behind the counter, and it seemed Shannon was a regular. “QQQUUUEEENNN!!!” the cashier screamed, a greeting which Shannon mimicked. As the two embraced the busty woman inquired “So is my favorite slut in Avrupa Yakası Escort here for a new toy or did you break ANOTHER bong? And who is this sexy man you’re towing?”

“New toy for sure. I’m here for THE toy, and this isn’t a sexy man it’s my bitch?!” Shannon exclaimed in a wild girly tone. “WHAT?!?! THE toy? OH. MY. GOD. Does he know?” the salesgirl asked with rising glee.

Shannon took a dramatic pause “This little slut is here to pay for his goddesses cock! I’m pegging him today! He already sucked my vibe like a dick and took it in his ass today! THIS IS IT! AAANNNDD…. Are you ready… he agreed… to take a real cock!”. With that both women screamed and nearly began to tear up with wild excitement. After several moments of celebration, and Shannon promising to let her witness me with another man at some point, the two got down to business.

“Okay bitch this is it. The Daddy-2600. It has special sensors that determine the temperature, speed, and wetness of the business end and it sends stimulation through the electrodes on the other end into your little pussy. It has lube sensors on both ends and will even spray your bitch boi with artificial cum when he gets you off. The Presidente model comes with eight, ten, and twelve inch interchangeable cocks. This is the closest thing to having a cock without making a major life change that you will ever find.” The salesgirl held the elaborate strap-on up as though it were a magical device being presented to the protagonist on a heroes journey.

Shannon took in the sight of this beast as she squeezed my hand tightly then turned and looked deeply into my eyes “That’s it, that’s what I’m going to take you with baby. Now buy your Queen a cock and let’s go fuck that pretty ass. OH! And we need a fucking leash!”. We exited the store, Shannon with her all time fantasy one step closer and her bitch on a leash, and me $2200 poorer.

As we got back to her car she opened the door then positioned me to block the view of her from the other side “What are you trying to do here?” I pondered. “DUH! I’m putting my cock on!” she responded with sarcastic laughter.

Shannon the dropped her pants and proceeded to load the batteries and attach the strap-on before pulling her pants back up as though nothing had happened. We drove in silence for a few minutes and then she started massaging my inner thigh as she drove. “MMMM yeah, you look real hot baby. That’s a sexy little mouth you’ve got there.” she was speaking like she was in a 90’s porno.

I erupted in laughter “What are you doing right now?!”. Suddenly she jerked my leashed hard toward her “Well, BITCH! You don’t have any weed, you just spent all your cash, so ass, cash, or grass, just leaves ass doesn’t it?! Now shut your whore mouth and suck my cock faggot!”. With that she unzipped her pants and jerked me by the leash toward her crotch.

I reached into her pants and pulled out the eight inch strap on, it was warm and soft and almost felt real. I started by tonguing and sucking the balls. The sensation the device sent into Shannon must have been more than she expected because she almost lost control of the car when she yelled “OH FUCK!”. I slowly made my way up the shaft toward the bulbous head. Shannon’s hand went from the leash to the back of my head. As I reached the tip I flicked my tongue seductively across it.

“YES! FUCK! Lick that cock faggot!” Shannon was dangerously in sexual delight as I pleasured her cock. “OH MY GOD DO IT! DO IT! JUST FUCKING DO IT! GIVE ME ROAD HEAD YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!” She screamed in need, but I knew what I was Escort Bayan doing. I teased the head of her cock, flicking my tongue across it, up and down the shaft but never fully putting it in my mouth. Shannon pulled the car into an alley and quickly put it in park.

She was ravenous. She aimed the cock around my teasing and the head entered my mouth with a “plop”. “Oh yes! YES! YES! YOU’RE SUCKING MY COCK! SUCK MY COCK BITCH!” Shannon then put both hands on the back of my head and pushed as hard as she could. The eight inch member thrust deep down into my throat as I gagged. I was about six inches down and resisting due to a natural gag reflex when Shannon lifted herself from the seat by putting her body weight on the back of my head. I choked and gagged as my nose pressed into her stomach.

Shannon was in bliss “YES! DO IT COCKSUCKER! YOU’RE A FUCKING COCKSUCKER NOW! BITCH! BITCH FUCKING FAGGOT!!” I began to work my mouth up and down the shaft and she released her killer grip on my head.

As I bobbed up and down, gagging myself, on her cock she began to push up to meet my actions and it was clear she was getting close. “DON’T STOP! DON’T FUCKING STOP BITCH! YOU SUCK MY COCK FAGGOT! YOU GAY FUCKING FAGGOT COCKSUCKER BITCH! FAGGOT! COC-COCK-COCKSUUUUUCCCCCKKKKEEEERRRR!!!!” with that she came and began to gyrate hard into my mouth. Some how the strap-on new and even shot a round of fake cum in my mouth.

As I lifted my mouth from her cock I reached across to put the window down so I could spit the cum out when she grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. The cum left my mouth for hers and she pulled away from the kiss before coming back into it and kissing the cum back into my mouth “I just took your mouth virginity now be a good little faggot and swallow my fucking cum.”. I looked her deeply in the eyes and did as I was told.

“YAAASSS!!! FUCK BABY! That was hot! You’re such a good cocksucker!” she cheered as she got the car moving again. Suddenly she was zigging in and out of traffic and driving like mad back to her apartment. “Get in the back.” Shannon ordered flatly. I did as I was told and she adjusted the rear view mirror for a better view of me. “The windows are tinted, strip bitch.” Her order was far more aggressive this time. I stripped except for my shoes which she wanted left on. She then reached back and handed me several packets, it was lube.

“Ok bitch, you’re going to get that ass well lubed up and then I’m walking you into the apartment in nothing but those shoes and your leash with a well lubed ass. The second we’re in the house I’m taking your faggot ass!” I was overwhelmed but compliant. I put my legs on the arm rests and made eye contact with Shannon through the rearview. I made sure she had a perfect view of my ass as I began to finger lube into my asshole. The lube had a warming sensation and my rock hard cock was bouncing with every bump in the road. I began using two fingers to glob lube into my ass and the sensation caused me to let out a moan.

“Fuck yeah! You love that don’t you faggot!” Shannon was an animal and I knew it meant my ass was about to get pounded. She pulled into the parking lot hard and didn’t even grab her purse before she flung open the back door and grabbed my leash.

Before I knew what was happening I was following behind her trying to keep up as I was drug naked and leashed through the thankfully empty lobby. The second the elevator doors closed Shannon yank me to my knees and pulled her cock out in one motion. “Suck my fucking cock faggot! Get on your knees and suck cock like the bitch you were istanbul Escort born to be!” she screamed as she began to roughly fuck my mouth again. She had a vice grip on my head as she pounded her new cock past my lips and as far into my throat as possible. Suddenly the elevator slowed and dinged, and it wasn’t our floor. Shannon looked down out me with animalistic zeal as she continued taking my mouth “If somebody get on this elevator I’m standing you up and fucking your gay ass right in front of them!”.

I had never been this turned on. My ass now ached and I was as desperate as her to have that cock inside me. The idea of being naked, on a leash, and having a perfect stranger watch as the hottest woman in the world fucked my ass like a bitch was so exciting I almost came as the doors opened. Nobody was there.

Shannon laughed exasperatedly “You lucky little bitch.”. As the doors closed she yanked be back up to my feet and spun me around. She began to hump her cock between my ass cheeks as she yanked back on my leash “I’m going to rape this faggot ass you little bitch! I want this SOOOO fucking bad! You ready to get raped bitch?!”. As she continued to pump between my cheeks I wanted it desperately “Yeah I want you to rape my whore ass! Open me up like a bitch! I want you to pop my anal cherry then I want to get fucked by a man just to turn your perfect ass on!”.

The elevator doors opened and we both ran full tilt toward her apartment. As soon as we entered the door she pushed me over the couch and I reached back and spread my ass “Do it Shannon! Fuck me like a faggot! Rape me like a bitch!”. She slapped my ass as hard as she could and then grabbed my hips. I felt the head of her cock at my whole, I was so hard I was already about to cum.

Her breathing was heavy and she could barely speak, this was her biggest fantasy come to life. With that she pressed in and my well lubed ass gave no resistance as she slammed into the hilt. I let out a feminine “Uuuuugggghhhh!” as she took what was hers. Shannon responded with a breathy, barely audible but excited “FAGGOT!”.

She pulled out and slammed back in and I was on the verge of cumming. On the third thrust I pushed my ass back to meet her cock. “Oh fuck yes! That’s it fuck your ass on my hard cock you fucking bitch!” Shannon was obviously as close as I was and we both began fucking as hard as we possibly could.

“I’m making you suck a real cock! Men are gonna fuck you! You’re just a dirty little faggot! Say it bitch! Tell me you want real cock!” Shannon was screaming and pounding so hard the entire building had to hear.

I pushed back into her cock with everything I had “I want it! I want to get fucked by men! I want to be on my kneeeees like.. like a.. like a fucking FFFAAAGGGOOOTTT!!!” I couldn’t hold back any more and my cock erupted gallons of cum on Shannon’s couch. Hearing me scream faggot must have been too much for her too as she yelled “YYYEEESSS! FFFAAAGGGOOOTTT!!!” and her artificial cock fired the first shot of cum into my ass.

We pumped violently through our orgasms and then collapsed forward onto the couch. She slipped out of my ass with a loud plop and I suddenly felt empty. We both laid there panting in silence. She reached over and grabbed my hand and we both squeezed hard, which was the most either of us could muster.

Suddenly the silence was broken by a deep masculine voice. “Well I hope that wasn’t all talk. What do you guys think? Can that ass go another round or should I come back later?” it was Shannon’s neighbor, in our lust we never shut the door. He was 6’4 and had the body of a professional wrestler. Shannon had once lamented that he was straight because he was exactly the type she wanted to watch fuck me.

Shannon lifted her head and laughed “Get your ass in here and shut the fucking door. Give us a minute and I’ll have my sluts ass ready for that daddy dick!”.

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THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY

Preparations for that ceremony were started early in the morning; they were of the usual sort but, and I have no idea whether or not it was by a stroke of chance, the inspection uncovered signs of the young bride’s misbehavior. Durcet declared he had found shit in her chamber pot; she denied having put it there, asserting that, to cause her to be punished, the duenna had come and done the thing during the night, and that governesses often planted such evidence when they wished to embroil the children in difficulties. Well, she defended herself very eloquently and to no purpose whatever, for she was not carefully heard, and as her little husband-to-be was already on the list, the prospect of correcting both of them was the cause of great amusement.
Nevertheless, the young bride and groom, once the mass had been said, were conducted with much pomp to the salon where the ceremony was to be completed before mealtime; they were both of the same age, and the little girl was delivered naked to her husband, who was permitted to do whatever he wanted. Is there any voice so compelling as example’s? And where if not in Silling were it possible to receive very bad examples and the most contagious ones? The young man sped like an arrow to its mark, hopped upon his little wife, and as his prick was greatly stiff, although not yet capable of a discharge, he would inevitably have got his spear in her . . . but mild as would have been the damage done her, the source of all Messieurs’ glory lay in preventing anything from harming the tender flower they wished alone to pluck. And so it was the Bishop checked the lad’s impetuous career, and profiting from his erection, straightway thrust into his ass the very pretty and already very well-formed engine wherewith Zélamir was about to plumb his young spouse. What a disappointment for that young man, and what a discrepancy between the old Bishop’s slack-sprung vent and the strait and tidy cunt of a little thirteen-year-old virgin! But Zélamir was having to deal with people who were deaf to common-sense arguments.
Curval laid hands on Colombe and thigh-fucked her from in front while licking her eyes, her mouth, her nostrils, in a word, her entire face. Meanwhile, he must surely have been rendered some kind of service, for he discharged, and Curval was not a man to lose his fuck over silly trifles.
They dined, the wedded couple appeared at the meal and again in the salon for coffee, which that day was served by the very cream of the subjects, by, I wish to say, Augustine, Zelmire, Adonis, and Zéphyr. Curval wished to stiffen afresh, had absolutely to have some shit, and Augustine shot him as fine an artifact as it were in human power to create. The Duc had himself sucked by Zelmire, Durcet by Colombe, the Bishop by Adonis. The last named shitted into Durcet’s mouth after having dispatched the Bishop. But no sign of fuck; it was becoming rare, they had failed to exercise any restraint at the outset of the holiday, and as they realized the extreme need of seed they would have toward the end, Messieurs were growing more frugal. They went next to the auditorium where the majestic Duclos, invited to display her ass before starting, exposed that matchless ensemble most libertinely to the eyes of the assembly, and then began to speak:

Here is still another trait of my character, Messieurs, said that sublime woman; after having made you well enough acquainted with it, you will be so kind as to judge what I intend to omit from what I am going to tell you . . . and you will, I trust, dispense me from having to say more about myself.
Lucile’s mother had just fallen into a state of the most wretched poverty, and it was only by the most extraordinary stroke of chance that this charming girl, who had received no news at all of her mother since having fled her house, now learned of her extreme distress: one of our street scouts – hard in pursuit of some young girl for a client who shared the tastes and designs of the Marquis de Mesanges, for a client, that is to say, who was eager to make an outright and final purchase – one of our scouts came in to report to me, as I was lying in bed with Lucile, that she had chanced upon a little fifteen-year-old, without question a maid, extremely pretty, and, she said, closely resembling Mademoiselle Lucile; yes, she went on, they were like two peas in a pod, but this little girl she’d found was in such bedraggled condition that she’d have to be kept and fattened for several days before she’d be fit to market. And thereupon she gave a description of the aged woman with whom the child had been discovered, and of the frightful indigence wherein that mother lay; from certain traits, details of age and appearance, from all she heard concerning the daughter, Lucile had a secret feeling the persons being discussed might well be her own mother and sister. She knew she had left home when the latter was still very young, hence it was hard to be sure of the thing, and she asked my permission to go and verify her suspicions.
At this point my infernal mind conceived a little horror; its effect was to set my body afire. Telling the street scout to leave the room, and being unable to resist the fury raging in my blood, I began by entreating Lucile to frig me. Then, halting halfway through the operation:
“Why do you want to go to see that old woman?” I asked Lucile; “what do you propose to do?”
“Why, but don’t you see,” said Lucile, whose heart was still undeveloped, “there are certain things that one is expected to do . . . I ought to help her if I can, and above all if she turns out to be my mother.”
“Idiot,” I muttered, thrusting her away from me, “go sacrifice alone to your disgusting popular prejudices, and for not daring to brave them, go lose the most incredibly fine opportunity to irritate your senses by a horror that would make you discharge for a decade.”
Bewildered by my words, Lucile stared at me, and I saw I had to explain this philosophy to her, for she apparently had not the vaguest understanding of it. I therefore did lecture her, I made her comprehend the vileness, the baseness of the ties wherewith they seek to bind us to the author of our days; I demonstrated to her that for having carried us in her womb, instead of deserving some gratitude, a mother merits naught but hate, since ’twas for her pleasure alone and at the risk of exposing us to all the ills and sorrows the world holds in store for us that she brought us into the light, with the sole object of satisfying her brutal lubricity. To this I added roughly everything one might deem helpful in supporting the doctrine which same right-thinking dictates, and which the heart urges when it is not cluttered up with stupidities imbibed in the nursery.
“And what matters it to you,” I added, “whether that creature be happy or wretched? Does her situation have anything to do with yours? does it affect you? Get rid of those demeaning ties whose absurdity I’ve just proven to you, and thereby entirely isolating this creature, sundering her utterly from yourself, you will not only recognize that her misfortune must be a matter of indifference to you, but that it might even be exceedingly voluptuous to worsen her plight. For, after all, you do owe her your hatred, that has been made clear, and thus you would be taking your revenge: you would be performing what fools term an evil deed, Başakşehir Escort and you know the immense influence crime exerts upon the senses. And so here are two sources of pleasure in the outrages I’d like to have you inflict upon her: both the sweet delights of vengeance, and those one always tastes whenever one does evil.”
Whether it was that I employed a greater eloquence in exhorting Lucile than I do in recounting the fact to you now, or whether it was because her already very libertine and very corrupt spirit instantly notified her heart of the voluptuous promise contained in my principles, she tasted them, and I saw her lovely cheeks flush in response to that libertine flame which never fails to appear every time one violates some prohibition, abolishes some restraint.
“All right,” she murmured, “what are we to do?”
“Amuse ourselves with her,” said I, “and make some money at the same time; as for pleasure, you can be sure to have some if you adopt my principles. And as for the money, the same thing applies, for I can make use of both your old gray-haired mother and your young sister; I’ll arrange two different parties which will prove very lucrative.”
Lucile accepts, I frig her the better to excite her to commit the crime, and we turn all our thoughts to devising plans. Let me first undertake to outline the first of them, since it deserves to be included in the category of passions I have to discuss, although I shall have to alter the exact chronology in order to fit it into the sequence of events, and when I shall have informed you of this first part of my scheme, I shall enlighten you upon the second.
There was a man, well placed in society and exceedingly wealthy, exceedingly influential and having a disorder of the mind which surpasses all that words are able to convey; as I was acquainted with him only as the Comte, you will allow me, however well advised of his full name I may be, simply to designate him by his title. The Comte was somewhat above thirty-five years of age, and all his passions had reached their maximum strength; he had neither faith nor law, no god and no religion, and was above all else endowed, like yourselves, Messieurs, with an invincible horror of what is called the charitable sentiment; he used to say that to understand this impulse was totally beyond his powers, and that he would not for an instant assent to the notion that one dare outrage Nature to the point of upsetting the order she had imposed when she created different classes of individuals; the very idea of elevating one such class through the bestowing of alms or aid, and thus of overthrowing another, the idea of devoting sums of money, not upon agreeable things which might afford one pleasure, but rather upon these absurd and revolting relief enterprises, all this he considered an insult to his intelligence or a mystery his intelligence could not possibly grasp. Thoroughly instilled, nay, penetrated though he was with these opinions, he reasoned still further; not only did he derive the keenest delight from refusing aid to the needy, but he ameliorated what was already an ecstasy by outrageously persecuting the humble and injured. One of his higher pleasures, for example, consisted in having meticulous searches made of those dark, shadowy regions where starving indigence gnaws whatever crust it has earned by terrible toil, and sprinkles tears upon its meager portion. He would stiffen at the thought of going abroad not only to enjoy the bitterness of those tears, but even . . . but even to aggravate their cause and, if ’twere possible, to snatch away the wretched substance that kept the damned yet amongst the living. And this taste of his was no whim, no light fantasy, ’twas a fury; he used to say that he knew no more piercing delight, nothing that could more successfully arouse him, inflame his soul, than these excesses I speak of. Nor was this rage of his, he one day assured me, the fruit of depravation; no, he had been possessed by this mania since his youngest years, and his heart, perpetually toughened against misery’s plaintive accents, had never conceived any gentler, milder feelings for it.
As it is of the greatest importance you be familiar with the subject, you must first of all know that the same man had three different passions: the one I am going to relate to you, another, which Martaine will explain to you later when she refers to this same personage, and a third, yet more atrocious, which Desgranges will doubtless reserve for the end of her contribution as doubtless one of the most impressive upon her list. But we’ll begin with the one on mine.
Straightway I had informed the Comte of the nest of misery I had discovered for him, of the inhabitants of that nest, he was transported with joy. But it so happened that business intimately connected with his fortune and having an important bearing upon his advancement, which he took much care not to neglect, in that he held them vital to his misconduct, business, I say, was going to occupy his attention for the next two weeks, and as he did not want to let the little girl slip through his fingers, he preferred sacrificing the pleasure the first scene promised him, and to be certain of enjoying the second. And so he ordered me to have the child kidnaped at whatever cost, but without delay, and to have her deposited at the address he indicated to me. And in order to keep you in suspense no longer, my Lords, that address was Madame Desgranges’, for she was the agent who furnished him with material for his third class of secret parties. And now to return to the objects of all our maneuvering.
So far, we had done little but locate Lucile’s mother, both to set the stage for the recognition scene between mother and daughter and to study the problems associated with the kidnaping of the little girl. Lucile, well coached in her part, only greeted her mother in order to insult her, to say that it was thanks to her she had been hurled into libertinage, and to these she added a thousand other similarly unkind remarks, which broke the poor woman’s heart and ruined the pleasure of rediscovering her daughter. During this first interview, I thought I glimpsed the appropriate way to talk with the woman, and pointed out to her that, having rescued her elder child from an impure existence, I was willing to do as much for the younger one. But the stratagem did not succeed, the poor wretch fell to weeping and said that nothing in the world would induce her to part with the one treasure she had left, that the little girl was her one resource, she herself was old, infirm, that the child cared for her, and that to be deprived of her would be to lose life itself. At this juncture, Messieurs, I must confess, and I do so with shame, that I felt a faint stirring in the depths of my heart; it advised me that my voluptuous pleasure was bound only to be increased by the horrible refinements I was about to give to my meditated crime, and having informed the old lady that shortly thereafter her daughter would come to pay her a visit with a man of great influence, who could perhaps render her great services, we left, and I bent all my efforts to employing the lures and devices I usually relied upon to snare game. I had carefully examined the little girl, she was worth my going to some trouble: fifteen years of age, a pretty figure, a very lovely skin, and very pretty features. She arrived Escort Bayan three days later, and after having examined every part of her body and found nothing but what was very charming, dimpled, and very neat despite the poor nourishment she had for so long had to put up with, I passed her along to Madame Desgranges: this transaction marked the beginning of our commercial relations.
His private affairs attended to, our Comte reappeared; Lucile conducts him to her mother’s home, and ’tis at this point begins the scene I wish to describe. The old mother was found in bed, the room was without heat although we were then in the midst of a bitterly cold winter; beside her bed sat a wooden crock containing milk. The Comte pissed into the crock as soon as he had entered. To prevent any possible trouble, and in order to feel himself the undisputed master of the fort, the Comte had posted two of his minions, a pair of strapping lads, on the stairway, and they were to offer a stubborn obstacle to any undesirable coming up or going down.
“My dear old buggress,” intoned the Comte, “we have come here with your daughter, you see her there, and a damned pretty whore she is, upon my soul; we have come here, I say, to relieve what ails you, wretched old leper that you are, but before we can help you, you must tell us what’s amiss. Well, go on, speak,” he said, seating himself and beginning to palpate Lucile’s buttocks, “go on, I say, itemize your sufferings.”
“Alas!” said the good woman, “you come with that vixen not to help me but to insult me.”
“Vixen? How’s this,” said the Comte, “you dare use insults with your daughter? By God,” he went on, rising to his feet and dragging the old thing from her litter, “get out of that bed, get down on your knees, and ask to be forgiven for the language you have just employed.”
There was no resist.
“And you, Lucile, lift your skirts and have your mother kiss your cheeks, and I am damned certain she wants nothing more than to kiss them, eager as she must be for some kind of reconciliation.”
The insolent Lucile rubs her ass upon the seamed and wrinkled visage of her dear old mother; overwhelming her with a tirade of playful epithets, the Comte permits the poor woman to crawl back into bed, and then resumes the conversation. “I tell you once again,” he says, “that if you recite all your troubles to me, I’ll take the best care of you.”
The woe-ridden are credulous; and they love to lament. The old woman made them privy to all her sufferings, and complained especially, with great bitterness, of the theft of her daughter; she sharply accused Lucile of having had a hand in it and of knowing where the child presently was, since the lady with whom she had come a little while ago had proposed to take her under her wing; that was the basis for her supposition (and there was considerable logic in the way she argued) that this same lady had taken her away. Meanwhile, the Comte, directly facing Lucile’s ass, for by this time he had got her to step out of her skirts, the Comte, I say, now and again kissing that handsome ass and frigging himself uninterruptedly, listened, put questions to her, requested details, and regulated all the titillations of his perfidious lust according to the old woman’s replies. But when she said that the absence of her daughter, thanks to whose work she was procure her wherewithal, was going to lead her gradually but inexorably to the grave, since she had nothing and for four days had been kept barely alive by that small quantity of milk he had just spoiled:
“Why, then, bitch,” said the Comte, aiming his prick at the old creature and continuing to explore Lucile’s buttocks, “why, then go ahead and croak, you foul old whore, do you suppose the world will be any worse off without you?”
And as he concluded his question he loosed his sperm.
“Were that to happen,” he observed, “I believe I’d have only one regret, and that would be not having myself hastened the event.”
But there was moreto it than that, the Comte was not the sort of a man to be appeased by a mere discharge; Lucile, fully aware of the role she was to play, now that he had been relieved, busied herself preventing the old woman from noticing what he was about, and the Comte, rummaging through every corner of the room, came upon a silver goblet, the last vestige of the material well-being that had once upon a time been this poor wretch’s; he put the goblet in his pocket. This fresh outrage having put new hardness into his prick, he again dragged the old woman from her bed, stripped her naked, and bade Lucile frig him upon the matron’s withered old frame. Once again nothing could be done to stop him, and the villain darted his fuck over that ancient flesh, redoubled his insults, and said that the poor wretch could rest perfectly assured he was not yet done with her, and that she would soon have news of himself and of her little girl who, he wished to have her know, was in his power. He then proceeded to that last discharge, his transports of lust were ignited by the horrors wherewith his perfidious imagination was already in a ferment, by the ruin of the entire family he was contemplating, and he left. But in order not to have to return to this affair, hear, Messieurs, how I surpassed myself in villainy. Seeing that he might have confidence in me, the Comte informed me of the second scene he was preparing for the benefit of the old woman and her little daughter; he told me he wanted the child brought to him without delay and, as he wanted to reunite the whole family, he wished to have me cede Lucile to him too, for he had been deeply moved by her lovely ass; he made no effort to conceal that his purpose was to ruin Lucile as well as her ass, together with her mother and sister.
I loved Lucile. But I loved money even more. He offered me an unheard-of price for these three creatures, I agreed to everything. Four days later, Lucile, her little sister and her aged mother were brought together; Madame Desgranges will tell you about that meeting. As for your faithful Duclos, she continues and resumes the thread of her story this anecdote has interrupted; indeed, she wonders whether she ought not have recited it at some later time, for, esteeming it a very stirring episode, she considers it would have proven a fitting climax to her contribution.

“One moment,” said Durcet, “I cannot hear such stories without being affected, their influence upon me would be difficult to describe. I have been restraining my fuck since the middle of the tale, kindly allow me to unburden myself now.”
And he dashed into his closet with Michette, Zélamir, Cupidon, Fanny, Thérése, and Adelaide; several minutes later his shouts began to ring out, and soon after the uproar started, Adelaide emerged in tears, saying that all this made her very unhappy, and wondering why they had to excite her husband with such dreadful stories; she who told them, Adelaide declared, not others, ought by rights to be the victim. During the interim the Duc and the Bishop had not wasted an instant, but the manner in which they operated belonging to the class of procedures circumstances compel us still to mask from the reader’s view, we beg him to suffer the curtain to remain down, and to allow us to move on to the four tales Duclos had yet to relate before bringing this twenty-first meeting of the assembly to a close.

istanbul Escort A week after Lucile’s departure, I handled a rascal blessed with a rather curious mania. Warned several days in advance of his intended arrival, I had let a great number of turds accumulate in my one-holed chair, and I had induced one of my young ladies to add a few more to the collection. Our man appeared costumed as a Savoyard rustic; ’twas in the morning, he swept out my room, removed the pot from beneath the chair, and went out to empty it (this emptying, I might note in parantheses, took a considerable length of time); when he returned he showed me how carefully he’d cleaned it out and asked for his payment. But, and this of course was all stipulated in our prior agreement, instead of giving him a coin, I seize the broom and fall to belaboring him with the handle.
“Your payment, villain?” I cry, “why, here’s what you deserve.”
And I bestow at least a dozen blows upon him. He seeks to escape me, I pursue him, and the libertine, whose critical moment has arrived, discharges all the way down the stairs, bawling out at the top of his voice that they’re cracking his skull, that they want to kill him, and that he’s got himself into the house of a scoundrel, she’s not by any means the honest woman he at first took her for, etc.
Another carried, in a small pocket case, a little knotty stick which he kept for an unusual purpose; he wanted me to insert the stick into his urethral canal, and, having plunged it in to a depth of three inches, to rattle it with utmost vigor, and with my other hand to pull back his foreskin and frig his poor device. At the very instant he discharged, one had to pull out the stick, raise one’s skirts in front, and he would discharge upon one’s mound.
Six months later I had to do with an abbot who wanted me to take a burning candle and direct the drops of molten tallow so that they fell upon his penis and balls; it required nothing more than the sensation this ceremony produced to bring about his discharge. His machine required no touching, but it remained limp throughout; before they would yield fuck, his genitals had to be given such a heavy coating of wax that toward the end there was no recognizing this strange object as a part of the human anatomy.
That ecclesiastic had a friend who loved nothing so much as to offer his bum to be perforated by a multitude of gold pins, and when thus decorated, his hindquarter far more resembling a pincushion than an ordinary ass, he would sit down, the better to savor the effect he cherished, and, presenting one’s very wide-spread buttocks to him, he would twiddle his member and discharge into one’s vent.
“Durcet,” said the Duc, “I should very much like to see that sweet chubby ass of yours studded all over with golden pins, ah yes, I’m persuaded ‘twould thus appear more interesting than ever.”
“Your Grace,” quoth the financier, “you know that for forty years it has been my glory and my honor to imitate you in all things; I but ask you to have the kindness to set me an example, and you have my word that I will follow it.”
“God’s loin-scum!” exclaimed the good Curval, who had not until now been heard from, “by His sacred seed, I do declare that story about Lucile has made me stiff! I’ve held my peace, but my head’s been at work none the less. Look here,” said he, exhibiting his prick standing high, “see whether I do not say true. I’ve a furious impatience to hear the denouement of the story of those three buggresses; I have the highest hope they’ll meet one another in a common grave.”
“Softly there, softly,” said the Duc, “let’s not anticipate events. Were you not stiff, Monsieur le Président, you’d not be in such a hurry to hear talk of wheels and gibbets. You resemble a great many other of Justice’s servitors, whose pricks, they say, rise up every time they pronounce the sentence of death.”
“Never mind the magistrature,” Curval replied, “the fact remains that I am enchanted by Duclos’ doings, that I find her a charming girl, and that her story of the Comte has put me in a dreadful state, and in this state, I say, I could be easily persuaded to go abroad, stop a carriage on the highway, and rob its occupants.”
“Ah, Président, take care,” said the Bishop; “keep a hand upon yourself, my dear fellow, else we’ll cease to be in safety here. One such slip, and the least we could expect would be the noose for all of us.”
“The noose? Ah, the noose, yes . . . but not for us. However, I don’t for a minute deny I’d myself gladly condemn these young ladies here to be hanged, and especially Madame la Duchesse, who’s lying like a cow upon my sofa and who, merely because she’s got a spoonful of modified fuck in the womb, fancies no one dares touch her any more.”
“Oh,” said Constance, “’tis surely not with you I count upon being respected because of my state. Your loathing for pregnant women is only too notorious.”
“A prodigious loathing, isn’t it?” said Curval with a chuckle, “why, indeed it is prodigious.”
And, transported by enhusiasm, he was, I believe, on the verge of committing some sacrilege against that superb belly, when Duclos intervened.
“Come, Sire, come with me,” said she; “since ’tis I who have caused the hurt, I’d like to repair it.”
And together they passed into the secluded boudoir, followed by Augustine, Hébé, Cupidon, and Thérèse. It was not long before the Président’s braying resounded through the castle, and despite all Duclos’ attentions, little Hébé returned weeping from the hurlyburly; there was even more to it than tears, but we dare not yet disclose just what it was had set her to trembling. A little patience, friend reader, and we shall soon hide nothing from your inquisitive gaze.
And now Curval himself returns, grumbling between his teeth and swearing that all those dratted laws prevent a man from discharging at his ease, etc.; their Lordships sit down at table. After supper they withdrew to mete out punishment for the misbehavior that had accrued during the week, but the guilty were not that evening in great number: only Sophie, Colombe, Adelaide, and Zélamir merited correction, and received it. Durcet, who since the beginning of the evening had waxed very hot, and who had been particularly inspired by Adelaide, granted her no quarter; Sophie, whom they had detected shedding tears during the story of the Comte, was punished for that misdemeanor as well as for her former one, and the Duc and Curval, we understand, treated the day’s little newlyweds, Zélamir and Colombe, with a severity that almost bordered upon barbarity.
The Duc and Curval, in splendid form and singularly wrought up, said they had no wish to retire, and having had a quantity of beverages fetched in, they passed the night drinking with the four storytellers and Julie, whose libertinage, increasing every day, gave her the air of a very amiable creature who deserved to be ranked among these objects for whom Messieurs had some regard. The following morning, while making his rounds, Durcet found all seven of them dead drunk. The naked girl was discovered lodged between her father and her husband and in a posture which gave evidence of neither virtue nor decency in libertinage; it was plain enough to the financier that (to hold the reader in suspense no longer) they had both enjoyed her simultaneously. Duclos, who, from all appearances, had functioned as an instrument to this crime, lay sprawled near the compact trio, and the others were strewn in a confused heap in the corner opposite the fire, which someone had taken care to keep burning throughout the night.

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It was a cold winter’s night, in late autumn. The fog had set in; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the City streets.

My pimp forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night; to keep him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

My name is Louise and I am a single 21 year old mother, and also a prostitute. I have a three year old daughter, Misty (Melissa). She was being looked after by a close friend.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds; and I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the elements tonight. I was more worried about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening route, at 8:00pm, it wasn’t as cold. It was just past midnight, and it wasn’t the case now.

The only protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and black lace corset and my black knee length boots. I wore no bra or knickers but a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold air.

I tried not to stand in one spot too long, or the chill would start biting into my already chilly skin.

Deciding it was a bit too foggy and cold, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district.

The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were trash cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxis or their cars.

I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head was shaved, and he wore a black trench Yenibosna Escort coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breath and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few feet from me.

“Hey honey, dam you’re a stunner,” He said, with his hands in his pockets.

“Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this time of night,” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just finished a business meeting and then dinner,” He answered.

“Are you looking for desert,” I asked, and lifted a leg up and rested it on top of a trash can.
“Oh depends, what are you offering,” He said, staring at my leg.

“Hmmm, let’s see, $50 for a mouth full, $100 for sex, $200 for the works,” I said.

He ruffled around in his pockets, and smirked at me. I was handed a hundred dollars in screwed up bills. I nodded and placed the money inside my bum-bag.

He led me further into the alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my breasts and yanks down the top of corset. My breasts now feel the cold winter’s air. Goosebumps develop on my skin, from the chill.

He now stops kissing my neck and begins to bite and suck on my nipples. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His focus was on my left breast and every now and then, he would kiss my neck again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a free hand. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his cock out from his underwear, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his cock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his cock. I looked into his eyes and spat a glob of saliva on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some party drug.

It was Escort Bayan then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite wall. I had my hand on his throat and another on his cock. He stared at me, puzzled at first.

He relaxed once I lowered myself and squatted down. I think he knew what I was up too.
I opened my mouth and placed his cock inside my mouth. “Mmmh, mmmh,” I went about my business of sucking him.

He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a little faster.

I would suck hard around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his cock, before inserting it back inside.

Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a little as I gagged for air and saliva oozed out of my mouth.
While I gasped and caught my breath, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the head, and then swallow it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

All the time, looking to see if no one was watching or approaching; each time I gasped for air.

He lifted me up and made me face the wall. My skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

Squeezing and then spreading my butt cheeks, while I face the wall. He went about, squeezing my ass cheeks, before licking my asshole. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me hard against the cold misty bricks and eased his cock into my wet and willing pussy.

“Condom,” I nervously, pleaded. “Shut up bitch, I have a condom,” He growled.

I looked over my shoulder and cupped my bare breasts from the chill of the night. I let out several faint cries; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My cries became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and stumble to my knees. “Ooh god, ooh, ooh,” I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my pussy, with his cock before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn’t pay me any money for this.
“That wasn’t part istanbul Escort of,” I tried to say. “Shut it bitch, I paid you for me to get off,” He grumbled at me.
Deep down I didn’t mind, but I didn’t want him to that I loved anal.

The cries of joy I was muttering, would have given me away though.
“Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,” I cried and moaned. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh bitch, you were so tight, now you’re just right for the humping,” He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his tone of voice. But my cries made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his condom off and made me get back on my knees again. I sucked and stroked his cock, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his eyes shut and about to cum, I reached into my purse. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my face; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his balls.

“Bitch,” He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding balls. That’s when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim’s life slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasps of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my breasts and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the alley; away from crime scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my corset, garter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle’s favorite “B” word in “bitch”, well they didn’t. Tonight’s victim was number five.

Clip clop clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into darkness.
Then booming sounds of the night club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a building and finished my cigarette.
When a young who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed pussy; walked up to me.

“Hey, looking to party,” He said.

The End, for now…….

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I laid in the baths, my head leaning back and my eyes were closed as the steam kissed my tired body. Training with Anera had been tiring. It was not only taxing on the body but also on the mind and I was paying my due. Even though I was going to be the next Chief, it was no reason to hold back. At least, that is what my Elder thought.

For the past four days, Anera had me do sparring. We wrestled in mud, in the snow, and in the Great River. It was freezing since the river was fed from the glacial mountains but I never felt so alive. My youth allowed me to be somewhat limber and I gained the upper hand on Anera several times. When our bodies were tired and our muscles taunt, Anera would bathe me and use the moment to get close. He was smaller than me, but not by much. His beautiful, brown fur sparkled in the river’s water and his eyes were as blue as the most glorious sapphires. We made love on the river bank more times than I could count and I could still feel the tenderness from it.

There was movement in the corner of my vision and I saw Neokar undressed and proud. His shaft hung low over a pair of generous balls and his member flopped with each step. Instead of being burly like the others, Neokar was built more lean and slender. He was still dashing, however.

He walked as if he predicted each step he would take the morning before and his poise was dignified. He was adorned in jewelry. There was a thick, gold cockring that was around Neokar’s shaft and the pattern that it had was one that only belonged to an advisor to the Chief. He had nipple rings but they were bars instead of loops and his septum ring that tousled with each step he took had small rubies along the metal. It was superior craftsmanship and highlighted the Gold Master’s skills. It only further bolstered my desire to receive my own.

The Gold Master had pierced me yesterday. The areas were tender but no longer sore due to an ointment he used in order to numb the various areas. My nipples, ears, and septum each received the Gold Master’s offerings and I was attended to by my Elder with herbs in order to control the pain. I felt nothing from the ordeal besides a pleasant tingling. The thought of what jewelry he had prepared was more exciting than any nuisance that the piercings provided.

“Good afternoon, Tysius,” Neokar chirped with a pleasant tone to his voice. The bull walked forward to dip one hoof into the hot spring. He gave a pleasant sigh and moved to sit himself down at the edge. His fur clashed against the wet, smooth rock and the steam brought out the gold that the young bull wore. He couldn’t have been more than twenty suns but Fentrin blessed him well. The Gods always had plans for those who were wise enough to read the language of the lands that they created and I had a feeling that Fentrin was directly involved in giving Neokar foresight.

“Hello brother,” I replied and raised my right paw in greeting. He smiled and gestured for me to put my paw down.

“No need to be so formal with me. You know my name. We are no longer boys and have earned our names. Even the Elders will reveal their names to us and especially to you…my Chief,” Neokar assured and moved closer to me. He placed a hand on my left shoulder and squeezed it softly.

I snorted and shook my head. “I’m not your Chief yet. Please, do not use such a lofty title on me. I have not even received my jewelry.” There was a tinge of jealousy to my voice. I did not want to come off as a whiny cub but the suspense was killing me. Watching the other four become outfitted as tradition and having the Gold Master’s undivided attention on them was as wonderful as it was foreshadowing.

When Neokar looked hurt by my comment, I brought my paw up to rub across his outer thigh. “I’m sorry. I do not mean to act so spoiled. I want to look like you. I want to accept my place among my people and do what the Gods intend for me to.”

Neokar relaxed and the smile that he had before returned. The steam from the hot springs was not the only thing that warmed my heart and I watched him bring his body down into the water. Our shoulders touched for a moment before he turned to face me and took a step forward. We were chest to chest and I felt something push up against my member. I chuckled and brought my arms around his waist to pull him closer and he did not protest.

“I didn’t know apologies meant grinding against me,” I added with a cheeky grin. Neokar was still beaming from ear to ear. The smile wasn’t overwhelming either and had a charm to it. Not only could Neokar win people over through his speeches but also through his body.

“Well, I know how stressed you are. Perhaps there are ways I can help relieve it before you receive your rings?”

I chortled. “Oh?”

Neokar raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.

“It’s funny, Anera said a similar thing before laying me out on the shore of the river,” I replied.

“It seemed we both shared a common desire, but mine is focused more on what you can offer here…” Neokar disclosed and Taksim Escort grinded up against me. His eyes grew serious for just a moment; a fiery hunger clouding them. The look was gone as quick as it came and Neokar giggled.

“You look surprised.”

“I am just not used to everyone attending to me,” I said honestly.

“You lived so humbly, my Chief. But remember what you control now.”

Neokar leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. I blushed, my ears folding down and I looked away towards the water. When his soft lips left me, I looked back at Neokar to see him with that same intensity as before. There was a shiver that went down my spine but I steeled myself. Whatever small amount of fear was bottlenecked into pure arousal. Like a spire, my cock shot up and at attention and Neokar only rolled his hips harder against my crotch.

“Remember that we are an extension of your power. Your wants and desires are ours. We are yours to command and we will not waver with any conviction. So, with that in mind…”

Neokar shifted himself to line up my cock with his hole. “Do you wish for me to please you, Tysius?”

“Y-yes…” I stammered out. My heart was hammering in my chest now and Neokar’s heartbeat synced with my own. We were like water flowing, our individual pieces making up the whole. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately on the lips, his tail lifted, and in a smooth movement of his hips, I hilted deep inside of him. It was a warm embrace and I groaned in need as he squeezed around my endowment. Neokar was the first to break the kiss to leave me panting and digging into his hips. He seemed pleased with himself.

“I was already prepared for you, my Chief. I knew you would want me before it even became a thought. I want you to make me yours, Tysius. Please….”

Before I could give a response, the sound of running echoed through the springs. The hoove falls hit the floor, not caring if anyone around heard them coming.

“Clear!”

Dujar appeared through the archway that led into the spring and right when he was close enough, he launched himself into the air and brought his legs close to his chest. Aiming for some of the deeper pools, Dujar landed with a hard splash and Neokar and I were splashed with a wave of water.

When Dujar swam back up, he was smiling from ear to ear and had to face a glaring Neokar.

“Unnecessary,” Neokar hissed.

The smile that Dujar had faded and soured. He crossed his arms and moved towards the rock section that separated our pool from his. Even though his pool was deeper than ours, he had no trouble swimming towards us. Water dripped down his broad body and over his muscles. His fur was of a darker black which signified his birth; he came from the south where the sun was much more intense. His chocolate brown eyes also protected the inner mechanisms from damage.

“You are no fun, Neokar,” the larger of the three bulls scoffed. “I did not mean to interrupt you two…if that soured your mood.”

His eyes scanned over us, specifically lingering on the way my hands were invisible below the waterline. Dujar smirked, the gold ring around his tail taunting me and my eyes followed it for a moment. Neokar got up off of me. He did not make a face when my cock left his warm hole and he turned on his hoof to face Dujar with a gracefulness only capable by a bull of his stature. I cursed whatever trickster God led Dujar here.

“No, that did not sour my mood,” Neokar replied with a huff as he rested beside me. “You shouldn’t be so crass around our Chief.”

“He isn’t our Chief yet, however. He does not have his gold…”

Neokar bristled and I knew it was in my interest to intervene. Especially since Dujar’s eyes were now locked on mine. Why was he being so…forward?

“That’s enough, Dujar,” I said without hesitation. His eyes widened in surprise.

Dujar grinned, amusement on his face at getting a rise out of me.

“You know that Tysius will not receive his gold until it is finished,” Neokar frowned. “It is no easy task for the blacksmith to melt the other metals into it. His is special, being made w-“

Dujar groaned and shook his head. “Neokar, I know what it is made with. I’m going to be the Chief’s next blacksmith. I will be making him new jewelry for the rest of his life. You think I don’t know the mixtures that Tysius’ is made from?”

Neokar went quiet. His head was low and he looked up at Dunjar like he was a bully that just stomped out his favorite resting spot.

“I am aware, Dunjair. Callousness does not suit you,” Neokar tisked.

I was quiet, watching the two with my arms at the barrier of the bath. I could have intervened. After all, Dunjar did interrupt a very private moment and then insulted me, but it felt best to allow the ones closest to figure out their own problems. Noekar would seem more offended if I came to his aid rather than allow him the chance to defend himself.

“You hardly have anything to be so offended over. Both of you,” Dunjar Escort Bayan scoffed.

Dunjar’s eyes looked over me and he had that devilish smirk on him. With his larger, imposing figure and those fiery eyes, I would have seen him more as a resident athlete rather than in the Chief’s palace. He spread his legs and made himself comfortable across from Neokar and I.

“Besides, I was only kidding. Tysius was chosen for a reason just like I was and like we all were. Who says I can’t have a little fun?”

I could tell he wanted attention. Something about him screamed it. The way Dunjar looked at me told me that he was bored more than anything else. I huffed, the snort sending a blast of warm air into the even warmer waters.

I stepped forward to Dunjair, my posture straight and courageous even though I was shorter and not as stocky as the blacksmith.

“Neokar does not deserve your spite, Dunjar. The palace is no place for such bravado.”

Dunjar’s once relaxed pose shifted. He looked at me with a glare that held venom. “What is that I hear from a wannabe Chief?”

“A lot coming from someone in my same position. What kind of celestial blacksmith are you? You aren’t even behind an anvil…no sweat on your brow f-“

Dunjar shot up. I knew I had taken it too far when he was barreling towards me. I barely had enough time to register Neokar who dived in between us.

“Enough! This is no way for the nobility to act….”

Dunjar snorted, his hot breath against my face. “I was only teasing. It was Tyrius that insulted my craft!”

I chuckled which only made Dunjar’s anger simmer even more. “Keep that smirk on and I’ll wrestle you down to the floor when we spar later!”

“I said, that is enough!”

For being such a small advisor, Neokar’s roar was loud enough to shake the foundations of the bathing chambers we were in. Both of us paused, looking at the smaller bull between us. Even when naked, the look he had on was pure authority. I swore now that he had half a mind to drag us by our ears to a time-out square.

“Both of you are acting like spoiled children. Have you forgotten what our purpose is here? You need energy corrections.” I was about to protest when Neokar held up a finger.

“Both of you!”

Dunjar was about to speak up when a nimble finger was placed right on his lips.

“No! No words. You both will follow me…”

When I started to open my mouth again, Neokar’s other finger came forward to my own muzzle and his eyes bore into mine.

“No…”

His finger pushed.

“Words…”

Neokar motioned us out of the tub and with our bodies still dripping with water and as naked as the day we were born, he led us out into the palace. The other bull’s around us paid no mind; they were servants that had seen it all but Strongarm, who was meditating in the main room, opened up an eye when he heard us coming. His legs were crossed on the marble and his large form looked odd surrounded by even larger golden statues to the Gods. It reminded me of when the Elders told us what was expected of us as we were given our roles. It felt so long ago.

“My Gods!”

He jumped when all three of us strolled by him and he blushed when they fell upon our wobbling cocks and balls. He wore a simple white tunic that did little to hide his own thick manhood which peeked out of the side of the cloth and an olive branch crown was on top of his head.

The green leaves of the olive branch clashed against his beautiful brown fur and the smaller bull looked over the three naked and still dripping wet bulls. There was a clear curiosity in his eyes as he watched us follow Noekar.

There were several other murmurs by nobles, but we took no shame in our forms and neither did they. I could catch some of their whispers. They were either admiring our form or jealous of what we had between our legs. As we walked, my cock would casually slap the side of my thigh to remind me of how big I truly was. The balls that were between my legs were filled with the God’s generous contributions to my body.

Dunjar was equally as endowed although he had larger balls than me. If I was not standing to his side, I would probably be admiring them. I was not jealous, but there was a tinge of curiosity. The older bull was still fuming, his arms crossed as he walked and the gold that looped in his nipples and jingled on his tail glimmering in the sunlight that managed to stream through the top of the roof.

Sunlight streamed in from the destination in front of us. The cool marble below our hooves transitioned into simple stone and then into dirt. The walls surrounded an atrium and a cold breeze made its way through. Our rough hide protected us from the bite of the winds and our fur kept the uncomfortable frigid air from seeping into our bones.

The walls surrounding the atrium were built with a trellis and winter ivy crept up along the wooden walls. No one knew how the ivy survived but the tenacious plant had created a home on the mostly desolant istanbul Escort mountain. It also had a unique property. Our Elders, in their wisdom, figured the leaves to be fantastic blockers of the cold wind while also allowing sunlight down to the floor. Most of the atrium was covered in the ivy which crept up towards the ceiling but the ivy continued to grow up to the sky. It linked itself in the middle like one large bridge but the cracks between the leaves still allowed sunlight to filter down.

With this marvelous plant, we could cultivate food but this atrium was more tasteful for the senses. Flowers of every color and variety grew along the edges. Grasses plucked from the prairie tickled our ankles as we walked forward and the sweet smell of the nectar entered our sinuses. The death, cold, and snow that was on the mountain could not choke out the life we have made in the area.

Neokar stopped and turned around to us. I gave a soft moo when his own soft, supple ass and cute tail was replaced with round balls and a thick cock that flopped over them. The soft sound of water hitting rocks hit our ears. My breathing started to slow and my pulse thumped in my chest but not with the same intensity as before. I could still feel the anger towards Dunjar from before but instead of being a simmering rage, it was dulled.

“Do you know why I have brought you to the atrium?”

Dunjar looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Therapy?”

“No, you dingus.”

Neokar stepped to the side. What his body initially blocked were two tables. Each one had a soft cloth draped over it and pillows that lined the bottom. The tables were long and wide enough to fit one bull comfortably. A small stand was set up in the middle which had a clay decanter. My nose could pick up the smell even with my golden septum ring on; the natural scent of oil.

The scent was unmistakable. I had a hunch of what was coming but I did not have any idea of the extent of what it was at the time. Neokar took a step forward, his arms behind his back in a casual stance as if he was inspecting a problem that needed to be solved. His analytical gaze looked over us carefully.

“Your energies are misaligned. The bond between you two is as sour as the most rancid of grapes,” Neokar said with no hesitation to his voice. Neokar stepped forward again until he was right between us. He looked towards Dunjar.

“Your stubbornness is what is giving you trouble…among other things,” Neokar frowned.

Dunjar blushed at being called out so callously and his tail flicked nervously. “I would not have done anything I-“

“Shhh.”

Neokar’s tone was firm as if he was scolding a child.

“No more of that.”

Dunjar cleared his throat. When Neokar’s eyes turned to me, it felt as if my heart was dunked in ice. Neokar stepped close enough so that I was the only one to hear him.

“And you need to understand your bulls before leading them, my Chief. It is…uncouth of you to try to direct what you do not yet understand. However….”

Neokar smiled. “I know that you have the capabilities to fill your role and succeed. I tell this to you in confidence. It would be rude for an advisor to not advise, yes?”

I nodded. The point was clear and concise and straight to the point. It was clear why Neokar was chosen to be my advisor.

“Good. Now…”

Neokar stepped away from both of us and towards the tables. “These are where you will rest. Both of you, come forward and lay face down on the table. Your heads will be placed on the pillow to ensure no discomfort and allow yourself to adjust to your position. I must attend to your energies at once.”

Dunjar and I looked at one another. Was this a medical emergency? Neither of us knew how to respond but Dunjair’s deer-in-headlights look was replaced by a smirk and his tail started to wag behind him excitedly.

“Alright, I’m game for whatever energy magic what’s-it…”

“Energy alignment…” Neokar said with an exasperated tone.

I chuckled and walked forward. As I got closer, it started to become clear what this “energy alignment” entailed. The table was cushioned with the pillows rather than they were uncomfortably placed on top. As Dunjar climbed onto it, it creaked due to his weight but when he flopped down onto the top, I noticed something dangled underneath.

His uncut cock hung below the hole in the table and I got the perfect side view. It was just big enough to allow his pelvis purchase on the table and the cloth did not give him any irritation as it flopped below and hung over what appeared to be a bucket to catch….fluids.

Dunjar was grinning from ear to ear. “I think I am going to like this…”

Neokar rolled his eyes as he swirled his fingers in the oil that laid inside the decanter. “Lay down, my Chief. I will attend to you personally.”

“Very well,” I said with a bit of a purr to my voice as I lined my cock up with the hole. It took a similar position to Dunjar’s and I let my head lay into the pillows. It was relaxing to set myself down into the cushions but there was something about the darkness that crossed my vision that added an extra flare to it. I rolled my hips and adjusted my posture. My cock slapped against the bottom of the table and my balls flopped about.

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# THE HOUSEWIFE FROM HIGH SOCIETY FULL SERIES

## the housewife from high Part 1

society to whore in colony part 1.

#erotic

Characters

Priya :lawyer and heroine

Maid :shyamala

Watchman :Ramu

Maid husband :Gopal

Call girl : Swapna

Old colony president :raghunath(63yrs)

Tailor :Ramlal

Tailor wife : rangamma

Madam : brothel house owner

Hi , this is Priya and I am writing one of my humiliating experiences in this story . I am going to tell you how one incident has changed me from being a decent and arrogant wife to completely submissive woman in our colony.

This happened in summer , let me tell you about myself ,I am a very rich woman and very beautiful woman , I am very arrogant and very bitchy from my childhood because my parents allowed me to do anything I want .My stats were 34-28-36.I work as the lawyer and people in my colony were afraid of me eventhough they were so many men who secretly desire me to fuck the brains out of me .but they were afraid because I am rich and powerful . the watchman and the ugly husband of my maid and the tailor of out shop were just a few among them . But the old society president is the one who never misses a chance to stare at me inappropriately .So in summer my husband went to navy as he is a marine officer , so I was all alone and the criminal cases were also not many which I were interesting tome .So I was feeling very bored all day all the time, and I keep complaining about it to my maid .I always dressed myself in western wear from my childhood and most of the time I spend in US I never wear a saree.

One day I was just watching tv casually , my maid was sleeping the floor and I noticed that she was wearing a beautiful saree.i asked her about it and she said that there was a tailor who stitch the saree material and also sell these kind of sarees . I said I liked it very much , she said “Madam you should try this , this saree will suit you and you will look like a goddess and all the men will not control themselves. “

priya :normally I am very serious with her and I would not encourage any cheap talk but I don’t know I kind of feel naughty that day so I said “really , so do you think I am beautiful “

Shyamala :yes mam you are very beautiful .

Priya

our eyes met in a sensuous way , I saw the look that said she wanted me , even though she is black and looks like a man she has a very large built body because of the hard work she does everyday .

Shyamala:mam tell me something don’t you feel alone when your husband goes away for 6 months, don’t you feel you need a man ?

Priya : I don’t know at that time why ,but I started crying and I told her that I missed my husband very much and I didn’t have sex for a long time .

Shyamala :don’t feel bad madam I can help you I can make you happy , there were some men I know who can fulfil the thirst you were feeling .

Priya :what do you mean

Shyamala: I mean I can arrange some one who can fuck you

Priya : what ?what are you talking about

Shyamala : come on priya think about it

Priya :(she replaced madam with priya , I don’t mind because I need a friend during this lonely time ) I don’t know I am not sure .

Shyamala : its ok we don’t rush we take it slowly , if you don’t want to advance or go further we can stop at anytime you want

Priya : ok that seems right

Shyamala: now first I want to see you naked priya

Priya : what ?

Shyamala : come on undress so that I can make you learn how to tie a saree.

priya : ok , I feel very shy because this is the first time I am going to be nude infront of my maid and woman .I was scared what if she says about this to someone else , my whole reputation in the city and in the colony will be lost , will this will be my downfall , I was lost in my thoughts

Shyamala came near and took the t shirt off which I was wearing .

Priya : I tried to cover my bra by crossing two hands over my breast region.

Shyamala started laughing saying to me that I am very shy.

Priya :I heard a door bell , do u hear something

Shayamala : oh I forgot, I asked my friend rangamma to come

Priya : may be I should wear my t shirt

Shyamala : no don’t ,she is also a woman , no problem .

Priya : she went to open the door ,I scolded rangammma lot of times .may be she will take revenge of me .

Shyamala went to the door and saw rangamma there

Shyamala :you don’t believe whats happening here

Ran gamma : what ?

Shyamala : I was making our beautiful priya madam nude.

Rangamma: how ?

Shyamala : I told her that I will tell her how to wear a saree and she agreed

Rangamma : I need to see this

Shyamala : then come on in and we both can enjoy her beautiful body

let me tell you here that both rangamma and Shyamala were bisexual.i have know about this later .

Shyamala and rangamma both came to the bedroom and rangamma seeing me laughing why are you covering yourself with your hands , we will make you not shy anymore by make you nude .

Priya : I was simply blushing , the both maids from my colony were talking dirty to me , I was feeling humiliated and the same time aroused.

Shyamala came to me and asked me to take off the bra and. Give it to

rangamma .

I closed my eyes and take the bra off , thats it thats the beginning of my downfall .

Rangamma who was sitting on my bed came to me and was looking closely at my bare breasts . oh my god now she was touching it and I released a slow moan , realising I was aroused they slowly started to undress my pyjama pant and the pantees and they both were kissing my breasts one each and they asked me to lay on the bed and as I lay , they spread my legs and they were laughing and praising how beautiful my vagina is , and how tight it is and they were talking that they should make everyman in the colony fuck me so that my vagina will not be tight anymore , all this time while talking Shyamala was putting her finger inside my vagina while

rangamma was licking my breasts , I closed my face with shame all the time .now they licked and fucked me and rangamma went inside and bring a brinjal and started putting into my vagina and I left a deep cry and they were ravaging my body like I have never experienced any sex like this before in my whole life .

Now they asked me to take the hand of my face and they asked me did I like it . They were both looking into my eyes,I said yes I very much enjoyed it .

Rangammma who is more uglier than Shyamala started undressing

Priya : what are you doing ?

Ran gamma : don’t you think you should return the favour

Priya 😮 my god now I should have to lick your filthy breasts and vaginas .

.then Shyamala who is also undressed in the mean time slapped me in the face and my cheeks became red and she said don’t ever talk to us like that bitch , now your are our slave and will make your a whore like one of us and you will be destroyed and humiliated .

Shyamala came near me took my head and inserted my face into rangammam pussy and without any interest I slowly started licking her pussy , and let me tell you they both smell very bad and the pussy was

Smelling very very bad as I have no option because they were very strong , I obliged and I started licking their pussys one by one and they asked me something which I never imagined .

They asked me to lick their buttholes

I was shocked I never knew they were so cheap , I like decent sex ,but this is so humiliating and degrading sex.

But rangamma slapped me , this time on my breasts when I said no , Shyamala said they will tell everyone if I don’t oblige , so without any choice I sucked their buttholes , when I was done sucking their , they sucked mine and we all reached orgasms one after the other and rangamma said that now they should bath me and they dragged me to the bathroom and rangamman started pissing all over me , and Shyamala pissed me on my mouth and some of the pee went inside my mouth , I can’t imagine my situation a rich arrogant and lawyer from royal family being treated like a whore by some low class maids . after Shyamala was finished rangamma pissed the remaining pee in my mouth , they were both laughing as I am trying to catch my breath .

After they were finished peeing shyamala told me that I need to wash my own clothes and that they were leaving .

O man what a day I had .after they were gone even though I was humiliated I enjoyed it a lot and I laughed like a 10 rupee whore and then at that moment I realised what a cheap whore I am inside.

# The housewife from high society to whore In colony part 2

#erotic

After they both left I had a good bath and I thought that I should never do this kind of thing again .I was happy with the sex part as I had a multiple orgasms during that time ,but I was not ok with pissing and humiliation . I thought I should never let them humiliate me again ,so I thought I will be strict with them from now onwards . While I was in bath I imagined what just happened , I couldn’t believe it, I was laughing and I was thinking what made me to do such things , am I secretly a slut a whore .Thoughts were racing in my mind , i was rubbing my pussy the whole time while I was thinking all this , I kept pressing my boobs hard ,I can still smell the piss on my tongue and on my breath , yikes ….the image that two low class maids pissing on me made me have another orgasm in the tub . So I finished my bath and began to check my laptop to see if there were any mails from the law firm that I was working at .I found none . The next day my maid Shyamala came and without wishing me namasthe madam she directly came close to me and put her hand inside my pyjama and kissed me on my mouth , she inserted her tongue in my mouth , she had this habit of eating pan and she spit saliva and all the pan inside my mouth and asked me to keep chewing it until she says so , I don’t know what I have to do as I was so surprised ,so I kept chewing that pan making a bizzare face .She went to the kitchen and did the utensils and she came towards me,seeing that I didn’t had the pan in my mouth as I spit the pan after sometime when she went to the kitchen , she got angry and asked me to remove my top and bra. Since yesterday i don’t know why , but I liked being dominated ,this feeling is making me horny .I removed the top and bra slowly like I was teasing her , seeing that she said ” Priya you are turning like that whores in that brothel near our colony ” .I closed my face with shame , she came near me and asked me to sit on the chair and she kept sucking my boobs and she even bite them a little . I moaned with sweet pain .Suddenly her cellphone rang , you know these days every one has mobile phones ,she was talking in it and at the same time she was caressing my face and sometimes my bare breasts.She finished the call after 10 minutes and I asked her who it was ,she said it’s a friend of her a girl who works in a brothel near our colony. The brothel looks like a big house but everybody knows that a brothel .I know that brothel, it has very cheap call girls and most of the boys and married guys of our colony by the way who mostly were sex addicts keep visiting that one . The girl says that she has been working in that brothel and the madam who is there who was supposed to pay the money after a year of working was not paying her amount according to their contract . And Shyamala asked me ” can you do anything “, as you are a lawyer .I still feeling horny and was lost in my own thoughts , I came to my senses when she slapped me on my face .my cheek turned red .I said what , and she explained the whole thing again .I put on the clothes and now I transformed myself from a submissive slut to the lawyer mode and said fine I will talk with the girls madam .

A few days later Shyamala said Priya you have to talk to that madam now that girl came . I said ok where is she , she called that girl . The girl whose name is swapna came from outside the door , what a beauty she is . She looks very innocent and shy type girl . I never imagined a girl like that will do prostitution. I am coming now , give me a minute I will get dressed .Swapna said wait ,they won’t allow the woman to enter the house unless they think that the woman who are entering were prostitutes . I said “So what shall we do”.Shyamala was thinking then swapna told why don’t I make you look like me , let me tell you she looks like a professional hooker with heavy make up like red lipstick and very low cut blouse and saree below the waist . I was thinking if I walkwith them to the brothel if colony people saw me what will the people in the colony think ,Shyamala said to swapna ” wow that’s a fantastic idea , you really are a smart one , but then how come you are cheated by that madam .” Swapna looked sad ,I said ” hello ,we should get ready ” . Swapna said wow someone was eager to be dressed like a whore. Shyamala said ” see ,what did I tell you about Priya , isn’t she a slut ” . I was slowly removing my dress one by one like strip tease ,actually , today is my birthday and I was completely dressed in a new costly dress ,it’s a gown like the own they used to wear by the actresses who are walking in a red carpet to the film awards . While i was undressing Swapna and Shyamala were talking to each other saying how beautiful the dress Eyüp Escort I am wearing is and , I was standing in my bra and panties and swapna came near me and said a whore like us should never wear a bra and Shyamala who was sitting in the bed came near me and forcefully took the bra away from my body , I was wearing a black pant which was like a thong . They said that my underware is also pretty like me . So swapna began getting me ready she made me wear a red color saree the saree was very thin and it’s made of very cheap material and she gave me a blouse and its a white one and if you observe clearly you can see that the nipple area can be seen through that . I objected that I cant I wear this , but Shyamala told that the blouse matched the saree perfectly . I said ” yeah but my nipples can be seen from side ways through the blouse ” . Swapna said so what you are woman and everybody knows you have nipples and so what someone sees them they were very beautiful. And she winked at Shyamala . She put heavy make up on my face ,so much cheap make up that I looked like a real whore .Shyamala gave a evil smile looking at me and said come on priya it’s time .

# The housewife from high society to whore part 3

#erotic

I locked the door and we all started towards the lift , this is the first time in my whole life that I steeped out without wearing the bra and that too with a see through blouse, I thought that I can manage to cover my breasts with the pallu,but the pallu is very silky and the Swapna didn’t allow me to put the pallu pin . I called my driver deepak , he is young man of 22 yrs old , when he is opening the door he was stunned to see that his conservative madam dressed like a cheap whore , I try to act like it’s not big deal and Shyamala teased him saying close your mouth or else the flies will get inside it. He blushed ,Swapna and Shyamala both laughed cheaply . When I got inside the car I asked deepak to go the Bluestar lodge , he was surprised ,he asked me why mam you want to go there , it’s a bad place it’s a brothel exactly . I know what it is ,I have a case so that’s why I am dressed like this so that they can allow me to enter . Deepak nodded . The security asked us to get down and asked three of us to come inside the security room and the male security guards frisked us inside the security room , no need to say how much time they frisked me .They were two guards and to my surprise they both frisked me as I don’t want to lose my chance to enter the lodge, I acted like I have no objections .We went to the main gate of the lodge . Deepak opened the car door for us both Shyamala and swapna got down first and when I got down my saree caught in the door, deepak pressed the auto lock and was walking , while I was trying to take my pallu all the people who were outside the lodge and the cheap people who were loitering in front of the lodge got a good view of my see through boobs, I shouted to deepak to press the unlock car button , he turned back and came running towards me ,he stopped and standing there he smiled saying that it was funny to see me with one hand holding the pallu and the other hand trying to cover my bare boobs , deepak looked at me and said you should have wore the bra mam , anyway your looking very beautiful without it and he is staring at my boobs . I said just shut up and open the car door , he smiled a little and opened the door and I take the pallu and covered myself as fast as I can .But I think the damage has already been done .All the people in front of the lodge had a glimpse of my boobs .The madam is watching from the top of the building window while I was adjusting , she was checking me out .

All three of us went inside the building , to my surprise it doesn’t look that bad , it looked like a nice and decent lodge with lot of rooms and there were sofas in the hall where prostitutes were seated and they were all busy chatting with each other and laughing cheaply . While I was getting upstairs I saw Raghunath (colony president ) just coming out of the room and he came close to me and said what are you doing here Priya . I said ” I had a case and I came for that ” .

Raghunath :he said this place also have male prostitutes you know if you want

Priya: ( in a little serious way ) no thanks

Raghunath: anyway if you want any help just ask

Priya : I think I can manage .

Raghunath was looking at my dress . He said you look very beautiful , I think I gave this saree to Swapna .

Swapna who said to me in my ear that he was one of her previous clients and he gave her that saree .He said the saree material is looking apt on you .

I on the other hand just standing there don’t know what to do , while he asked Swapna but don’t you think that I told you that when you wear this saree that you should not wear any bra .

Why would you give it to Priya , she is so shy she will always wear the bra . Swapna and Shyamala both said ” no she is not like that anymore , she is changed “.

Raghunath: what? are you saying that she is not wearing any bra

Swapna said “yes “.

Raghunath : I don’t believe you .

Shyamala who is getting irritated by this whole conversation removed my pallu in one quick flash and thrown it down to the floor .

Raghunath has his face seem like he has seen a bag full of gold , he said Fantastic and he was clapping looking at my breasts through see through blouse . With that clapping all the people turned towards me and they were looking at me and my are boobs , I put my head down feeling embarrassed . He came near me and put my chin up and he kissed me on my lips and said

“Don’t be shy Priya , you have beautiful breasts ,bye Priya , looking forward to meet you again “, and he left laughing . I looked angrily at Shyamala , Shyamala who was scared a bit due to my angry face said sorry that old man is a pain in the ass, that’s the only way we can get away from him . I said fine but don’t do these kind of things from now on . She said ok , and put a finger on her lips . We all three went to the room where the madam is staying . Madam looked at Swapna angrily and asked us who we are and what do we want ?.

As both Swapna and Shyamala were terrified by her I sat down and said that I am a lawyer and that I came here because I want you to give the money you owe Swapna because of her services otherwise I will make police come and raid this place .She thought for a bit and said let me talk with Shyamala and Swapna , you take a drink and asked her peon to bring the drink and she took Shyamala and Swapna inside the room . While I was sitting there the peon came to me and offered a drink . I took the drink and slowly started drinking it . It’s brandi . I used to drink for social conventions so it’s no big deal .

# The housewife from high society to whore part 4

#erotic

Plot :I finished my drink three of them came back and madam sat next to me , took my hand and asked for time to give the money back and said it was a slight misunderstanding, that she will give the money she can give the money today but there is one problem .

Priya : what ?

Madam: as you know we are a brothel agency , we need to send new models pictures everyday to our clients .Otherwise they will not pay the money .Generally they transfer the money online , they are from Malaysia , srilanka . today our new model didn’t came .

Priya: so what you want to do?

Madam: I don’t know , Is money urgent for you ?

Swapna: yes , I need it as soon as possible .

Madam : then there is one thing we can do ?

Priya : what ?

Madam : why don’t You do a photoshoot ?

Priya: No , I can’t . Why don’t you ask Swapna

Madam : ooo don’t be stupid ( she , the cheap whore calling me stupid ) Swapna already send them pics

Priya : oooo I see , but I am not a prostitute

Madam: you don’t need to do anything , all you have to do is just pose for a few hot shots and then we will send them .

Priya: no , I am a respected lawyer and I won’t do this

Madam: they don’t know it was you , we will put a lot of make up and completely transform you into some other girl . We are sending those pics to different country , so you have no trouble .

Priya : hmmm, i don’t know . What kind of pics you wants

Madam: you know just the regular mini skirt shots

Priya : what ?mini skirts ? I am shy girl , I never wore a skirt which is above my knee cap after I got married .

Madam: ooo come on , you are a modern girl , don’t tell me you never posted bikini shots when you are in beach with your friends in social networking sites .

Priya: I did, but those are when I was a teen and in my college , not when I became a lawyer.

Both Swapna and Shyamala were listening to our conversation

Madam said ” if you do the shot they will give the money and I will transfer the amount today itself to Swapna , how’s that ? “

Swapna said ” wow” that’s awesome

Pls Priya madam just a few shots of mini skirt pics , it’s no big deal .

I told madam “fine , but what if they wanted me to sleep with one of your clients “.

madam gave a smile and told me that’s no big deal I simply tell them that it’s not possible because you joined some other agency .

I was in a dilemma and I don’t know what to do ,then Swapna persuaded me saying it’s no big deal mam , I did it previously it will only take 2 hours and then we can finish this deal as madam will give my money back and more over they don’t know it was you because of the heavy make up .

I always have a fantasy of me being the supermodel as most of my friends told me that modelling can always be my back up career option as I look hot , I would simply blush at their suggestions. I keep thinking about my college days then madam said ” is it ok ? Priya”

I said fine what the hell , lets do it .

Shyamala said ” Priya I should go , I have work to do “.

I said fine .she said good byes to madam and Swapna and left the place .

I was feeling vulnerable and nervous , I was wondering how I was transformed from being the demanding woman to simply a another village model within few minutes before the madam . May be this is how she will lure girls into prostitution . But I kept thinking I am not some stupid girl , I am an intelligent, smart and hot woman and these filthy people can never lay a finger on me in their life’s.I kept thinking that I will finish the photoshoot with simple short skirts and get out of here .

Madam asked Swapna to get me ready and she told Swapna what ever she needs the peon will provide her.

Madam said that she will call the photographer in the mean time. I said who is the photographer ?

It’s Raghunath

Raghunath !our colony president .

Madam:”yeah that’s right . He is the one who will do all the models photoshoot from the beginning , he is also the one who takes the virginity of the girls when they come here for the first time .He took mine when I was younger , you should be happy and be blessed to be fucked by him , he is a great fucker , he will fuck the brains out of you,his sperm also takes good .

Priya: ( I didn’t know what to say ?in an arrogant way ) I said no need .

Madam : trust me you like his dick , you will know how it is in the coming days (she laughed mischievously )

Priya : I blushed and said I don’t think so .

Madam : come on get ready it’s getting late , remove the saree.

I said can we do it in the room , come on Priya we are all girls and she came near me and took my saree off very quickly, I was standing in my see through bra and the petticoat .

she called Swapna and ordered her to get me ready .Swapna who was talking with one of her clients in the room came out of the room .

Ooo my god, I should do wear a mini skirt and do poses for raghunath , my confidence which is at 10 when I wanted to do the photoshoot came to zero . I was ashamed and embarrassed to be posing in mini skirt in front of him . I cursed myself for letting me to be in this situation . What a lucky bastard he is , I thought .The womam whom he is trying to lure since I moved into the colony was voluntarily stripping before him and posing in half naked dress . Swapna went inside the studio room and shouted Priya ( there is no respect what so ever in her voice) .I get up like a scared girl and started walking towards the room . The peon who is kind of a midget gave a evil smile looking at me as I was half naked with just a bra and petticoat . He is staring at my breasts . I put my head down and went inside the room .

Raghunath uses Priya to drink his pee in front of his friends at his house while having drinks , and she also pees in front of them and Raghunath asks her to (pee )go in the floor before them and asks her to clean it while they were drinking beer.

# The housewife from high society to whore in colony part 5

#erotic

As I walked into the studio , peon said to Swapna ” this randi is very hot when will I get to fuck her ” ,

She laughed and said wait ,you will get your turn .

I said ” what are you saying ?”

Swapna ” Naaaa I am just teasing him ”

I also let a cheap smile . Swapna asked peon what dresses you want her to wear .

Peon : actually nothing ( he smiled)

Swapna : I know that , but what would you like her to put on .

Peon: I don’t know , wait I will call Raghunath sir and let you know

He Escort Bayan took the mobile and went out .

I was standing there like a little girl Swapna came to me and without saying anything she removed my petticoat and when she was removing see through blouse I objected . She said it’s no big deal , your blouse is not covering anything and she forcefully removed it from my shoulders . While she was doing it the midget peon was slightly laughing and talking on the phone .

He came near me looking at my bare breasts and said to Swapna that I had a very big ass and beautiful breasts . He asked me to turn around , I was looking at Swapna , she said ooo come on just turn around .

I turned around , he was so short that his face was exactly facing my ass . He touched my panties .

I scolded him ” what are you doing ?”

Peon : nothing , I am just checking for your Pantee size .

I said : large

But before saying that he has already opened my Pantee backside and has looked inside .

Swapna was just doing something at the dressing table while this guy was looking at my ass crack .

I was in shock when he opened it , I was out of words to say anything to him , I was just signalling Swapna with my eyes to come to my rescue .

Swapna glanced over and saw my discomfort and came near to peon and hit his hand with her hand like a slap and said to him don’t scare her you idiot it’s her first time .

Swapna : don’t worry Priya , it’s nothing he is little slow , he doesn’t understand .

Priya : I recovered from shock and said its ok .

Swapna asked peon so what did the Raghunath sir said ?

Peon : he wanted her to dress in a school uniform

Swapna : wow that’s a good look for you Priya , don’t you think .

(I was thinking in my mind that bastard , he knows how class woman I am and he wants me to dress like a little school girl , from a dominating lawyer to a little girl sucking a candy( secretly I admired his contradiction) but what a sick pervert he is .I am lawyer not some silly college model , ooooo God help me today )

Priya : ok Swapna whatever you want .

Swapna : thanks Priya madam , I won’t forget what you are doing for me , I will return the favour .

( what favour will she return , is it sexual favour ????)

Swapna said ok now first let’s start with the hair style ,I said why don’t we start with the dress , as I was still covering my bare breasts with my hands . She said noo, first we will do the hair , otherwise the oil and all will ruin the costume .

I said fine , do it quickly ( I told her In a authoritative way ) swapna said what’s the hurry princess, it’s not your court, you are not the madam or the lawyer who is in power here and while saying that she took off my petticoat in one movement , I turned like a top the kids used to play in childhood . Now I am only in my pantees and see through blouse , the peon who sat their drinking tea laughed looking at me get stripped . I asked her ” why did you do that in a slow voice “

She said ” to teach you some manners , A decent lady should not be authoritative and should not speak in that tone , she should obey what others tell her in this house , do you understand Priya ”

I said ” sorry , don’t be harsh with me , I will obey to what you say ”

Swapna ” see that’s the good girl , all we should do to make you submissive is to show you some dominance, one more thing while Raghunath ji is working he will be very strict , just do what he says without objecting much .

(I was thinking what is there to object I will be doing a simple photoshoot , a doubt raised in my mind is it going to be just a photoshoot )

She looked at the peon and said ” isn’t it peon ji ” .

He said yes sir is very strict .

I said ok Swapna .

Peon who finished his tea says now ” Randi why don’t you go down and bring the water and some biscuits for me from the kitchen lady downstairs . ”

I said what !why are you calling me randi( I controlled myself and didn’t scold him because of what Swapna said previously about not being showing attitude and all ) .

Swapna intervened and said its ok Priya he calls all the girls randi , that’s no big deal , ignore him and just bring him the biscuits and water , like a good randi ( she said in a teasing voice) .

I don’t know I am also feeling horny may be because of my half nakedness and my exposure to cheap people and letting my inhibitions go for the first time in my life , I said to Swapna ” ok randi ” . ( I laughed , I was letting myself go , may be I was becoming like her )

She who was busy with make up stuff , came near me and pinched my butt . I moaned .

Peon who is watching us told me ” randi go and bring what I asked other wise I will hit you ”

What , that midget is going to hit me , no way , I just thought all was this as a role play and said ” fine, I bring it , let me get dressed ” .

Peon : what dressed , go out now

But I am not dressed , I am half naked , at least let me cover my boobs .

Peon : come hear take my shirt .but first you have to kiss me .

I said what ! Or you I’ll be going downstairs without a shirt . I simply nodded my head and agreed .

He asked me to come near him and asked me to kneel to match his height , when I kneeled he pulled my face and kissed me so hard ( French kiss ) , the moment our lips touched he put his dirty tea tasting tongue into my mouth and was rotating it in my mouth like he was searching for something with a torch ( I laughed inside with this thought , while he was holding my head and pulling my hair hard , I was unable to breath , he was very good kisser , he then released me and asked me to take the shirt of him . I catch my breath and unbuttoned his shirt , while I am taking it off , he asked me how was the kiss.I told him that’s the hardest kiss I ever had , he asked but how was it ?

I said its a little rough but it’s good , and blushed .

He laughed and called Swapna and asked me to tell her again what I told him .

Swapna was looking at me rather in a irritated way because she was busy with make up stuff ,

I told Swapna that the kiss was good and hide my face with my hands ,

Swapna said “ok so what , and she went back .

peon was laughing while I was hiding my face I forgot that my bare breasts were right in front of him , he took my breasts each with his tiny little hands and started pressing them like they were wheat flour . I was shocked with his behaviour and tried to get away from him . But both of my breasts were held hard by him . I stayed like that ,kneeling before him while he was pressing my breasts .

Let me tell you even though his hands were tiny , he has a very firm grip . He massaged them for quite sometime while I closed my eyes and was moaning saying ahhha, ahhhhha.

he was playing with my nipples, oooo what a sensation I am feeling , I am feeling like I was in heaven and hell at the same time , and I said in a slow voice please stop it .

He said fine take my shirt and go bring the biscuits and water . I took his shirt and wore it , the shirt became like a little top which was barely covering my boobs in the front because of the midgets size , I was holding it like a suit with my both hands and going downstairs , they were few people outside talking with other girls , while I was trying to go down through the stairs unnoticed slowly like a cat ,I saw Raghunath in the middle of the stairs climbing , and said hi Raghunath even though I was embarrassed to be in that dress , with a small top and just pantees , I acted like it was nothing , he saw me with lusty look said , call me Raghunath sir from now on in a serious way .

I said ok .

Where are you going , come on up , we have a shoot to do , it’s getting late .

I said ok sir .

Even though he is acting like a professional I can see that guy is enjoying my half nakedness and was smiling inside seeing me like that .

He walked past me and slapped my ass hard , and told me to get ready quickly .

He clapped my ass so hard that it sounded like a clap and all the people below the stairs that is ground floor people looked up at me . I simply ran towards the studio to get inside behind Raghunath sir .

# # The housewife from high society to whore in colony part 6

#erotic

When I entered the studio Raghunath sir was busy with the camera and was talking with Swapna .I went to the chair and I tried to sit but Raghunath sir saw me seriously from the corner of his eye , the peon came running towards me and said you should not sit randi before sir without his permission . Wow I thought thats too much , as I had no choice I simply stood up .raghunath sir gave a authoritative smile looking at me when I stood up . I was ashamed at the position I am in , I keep telling myself that I should get over this shoot as soon as I can and never see his face again (but may be fate has other plans I don’t know ).swapna in the mean time came to me with the dress , its a simple school girl dress , like a skirt and top and a tie too . Swapna said come on Priya we should make it quick and made me

Sit before a dressing table and applied oil to my hair and I said what are you doing she said its a school girlhairstyle and I need to part your hair in the middle (I didn’t remember when was the last time I parted my hair in the middle ).Looks like she has experience in this field a lot , she did it veryqucikly , I was looking completely different with the middle partition with my hair and with two pony tails on sides .Now comes the dress change as I was in just pantees and the topless peon shirt which by the way is smelling very badly , Swapna took my shirt off and called peon he came near us and was staring at my bare chest again , (ooo phew how much time he needs to keep looking at them ). Swapna said wear it and he wore it not taking eyes of my breasts , now Raghunath sir called the peon and he went to him they were working on some background and lighting stuff,swapna made me wear the top which is actually a small shirt with buttons and a skirt which to my surprise was not too short, it came until the knee caps , I was now feeling comfortable and little pleased and I was feeling like a model , but my thoughts were interrupted when Raghunath sir came to me and said ………

Raghunath :look Priya I am a professional and I just want you to cooperate with me to do whatever I say without interrupting me in the middle of the shoot , you are not a lawyer anymore , you are my model , is that clear

Priya : yes sir .

Raghunath :and remember this is not a high profile model shoot , this is a masala shoot , and you should give expressions of a hot cheap whore but not of a classy model .

Priya :sir but I don’t know how to do those expressions

Raghunath: don’t worry we will make sure you get those expressions from you by doing whatever it takes .

Priya : ok sir (I was thinking I can give those expressions easily if I try its no big deal , he is just exaggerating ).

Raghunath :ok just imagine yourself as a cheap slut and give me the looks and expressions I need

Priya : I will do my best sir .

raghunath :Now go to the green wall and sit in that chair , the chair was like a school chair .

I was sitting in that chair he took a picture of me just looking directly into the camera lens. I gave a small smile .

he said “wow Priya you have a very photogenic face .now try to give seductive expressions like you are teasing “

I said fine i will try , and i tried to give the naughty expressions with my eyes keeping innocent looking face , this was done based on little bit modelling knowledge and by watching actresses in porn films sometimes ,to my surprise he like it and asked me “how did the classy girl like you know these kind of things ” .

I told him from the porn films I glanced through .

Raghunath :so u watch porn films

Priya : yes , it’s not wrong , I watch them sometimes

Raghunath : he gave a little smile and said good good

Now let’s do some bold photos

Now the skirt is too long why don’t we cut it and he called Swapna and asked her to bring the scissors .he took the scissors from her and asked me to stand on the chair to made the cutting

.while I stand in the chair he took my skirt and cut it he cut it so short that my panties were visible from backside , like a Japanese school girl in porn films, I was unable to say anything because i know this is a prostitute profile and you don’t take photos of whores in sarees.If I oppose he would laugh at me for my ignorance so I went with the flow .

After cutting it he was observing my thighs closely and was squeezing them and touching them in the pretence of seeing how’s the skirt , he was keeping his hands on the legs and all the time while asking how the dress now to Swapna , Swapna said wow it’s very nice sir .

I was standing in that bench feeling embarrassed while they they were looking at me like an object .

Peon came to sir and said sir aren’t you forgetting something with the panties .

Raghunath sir said ” oo shit I forgot, Priya turnaround , ”

I turned around showing my black panties in the short skirt .

He was looking at my panties and touching them I was looking back to see what he was doing , he took both his hand and pulled the panties up and inside my ass crack istanbul Escort and made it like a thong .

Oooo my god he pulled up and twisted and made it like a thread that my whole ass is visible .

I shouted ” sir what are you doing ”

He said ooo don’t worry it’s just a thong look ”

But sir I never agreed to the bikini or thong shoot ,

Raghunath : It’s nothing , you were having that skirt right (skirt !!seriously ,it’s worse than a micro skirt after scissoring , half of my panties were visible and now the bastard pulled my panties up to make it like a thong ) .

I said fine do it quickly sir .

Raghunath :Don’t rush me Priya if I do it in a hurry it will be a waste .

And with me standing in the bench he asked me to look back towards the camera and took the pics of my bare ass in that micro skirt he made .

Click click

In another pose he asked me to keep my finger in my mouth and put a hand on my ass .

Click click

( in between he was shouting nice , good , come on Priya ji, I was feeling good because he was talking to me in a nice way and he called me Priya ji, but did he called that so that I give good shots ….. May be ) .

# *# The housewife from high society to whore in colony part 7

#erotic

So while I was showing shamelessly my bare ass to Raghunath there was a knock on the door .I was terrified ,I was frightened ,who could that be ??could that be some one I know , o my god what should I do ,should I cover my self or should I stand in a normal position , all these thoughts were running over my head

Raghunath : come in

Priya : my heart was beating very fast

The door opened slowly and everyone was looking at it , my eyes were curious to see the face behind that door wall. Finally it opened it was

Ooo ….mmmmy …….god

It was Gopal the maids husband , the bitch should have told about my photoshoot and the bastard came to see me in these hot clothes or may be half naked clothes .

Raghunath : what are you doing here Gopal

gopal: sir my wife shayamala told me that Priya madam has agreed to a photoshoot and I came here to see her.

Raghunath:whats the surprise ,we all knew that one day priya will become a slut,since the day she moved into our colony , he was still immersed behind his camera.

Priya : ( the bitch, my maid Shyamala how dare she could tell him about this ) I was pleading with the Raghunath with my hands covering my almost bare ass to send him away .

I was holding my two hands to cover my bare ass while gopal was looking at them , he even came near the frame to see my beautiful white ass . The lucky bastard , he would never have imagined the beauty like me in this position . I think he may have imagined for sure all the time but he would never have thought it would happen in real life .

Raghunath : Priya what are you doing ( almost in a shouting voice), did I tell you to cover any ass just be in your pose .

Priya : but sir , that gopal is there sir pls pls

I never thought I will ask the mercy of Raghunath almost begging him with almost tears coming from my face .

Raghunath I don’t know what happened came running to me in flash and slapped my face so hard that and I took my hands out of my ass and I held my cheek in shock ,

Gopal who was standing in the frame laughed at me , while I held my head down and I started crying ,

Gopal came near me and lifted my head by pulling my hair back to see the tears rolling from my eyes ,my crying sad face , I think he was enjoying it ,

Raghunath said stop crying now Randi , you took almost all your clothes but still you think you were in a authoritative position , just be a model and don’t make me angry . Raghunath said now you can leave her hair gopal .gopal left it like throwing something sideways , I was in such a shame that I cried silently only my tears were coming without sound . Peon and Swapna who were watching this also started laughing , and with that they all started laughing , while I was on my back looking at the lens with my ass facing them with tears in my eyes ,Raghunath sir immersed in his camera started clicking pics

Click click

After those pics he also joined them started laughing with the rest .

and I got up from the position and took a few steps near the green wall and faced the green wall and put my hands on face and started crying . Raghunath sir said ok Priya lets take a break and he sat on his chair . After 10 min , Swapna came to me and said “ oooo come on they were just teasing you because this was your first time , it will all be good once you are adjusted and gets familiar .

I with a heavy crying and with my broken voice told her I will never come here again and I will go now and I hugged her .

Swapna: arey yaar , Priya don’t talk like that ,you had done all the hard work now there is only another shoot , after that you are good to go . So that the photoshoot will be complete and madam will give my money back .

Priya : fine but after photoshoot I am done

Swapna : ok ok we will see.

With that she saw my face and said see because of the crying all the eye liner and the makeup was ruined we should clean your face and do the make up again . I said ok

peon was hearing all this conversation .He went to the Raghunath sir and told something while I was looking suspiciously at them .

Raghunath sir called swapna and told her something

she came to me and said Priya don’t freak out , its no big deal for washing this make up water is not enough we have to use pee.

Priya : what ???

Swapna : yes pee , human pee

Priya : so what are you suggesting

Swapna : as we need pee to wash you face Raghunath sir suggested as Raghunath ,gopal and peon also had to take the toilet break they will pee on your face.

Priya : I was stunned what do u mean they are gonna pee on my (beautiful )white face

Swapna : arey then only make up will come out , we all did that

Priya : but I don’t want to

Swapna made me come and sit in a place few steps away from the shoot set and kind of put me in a kneeled position , I was not letting her do it she was kind of forced me and Peon out of now here came near me and started unzipping his pants I was saying no no no and shaking my head and swapna was trying to hold my head and suddenly the bastard peon opened his zipper and pulled out his tiny cock and started peeing on my face and my hair . I was shaking my head because of the smell and the warm water hitting my face I felt disgusting , while swapna held my head saying that it won’t take much time , we are doing it only to remove the make up .

So with almost my hair drenching in peons pee and most of it entered my mouth ( yawk yawk , I almost vomited by opening my mouth as swapna was holding my head most of the pee went into my mouth ). I gave up and simply faced the peons dick till he is done.

never had ever some guy peed on me in my whole life , I was in deep regret for accepting the shoot today, then gopal came , let me tell you about gopal he was very dark and ugly guy and he has a big belly and he looks very unhygienic . So he came near me took of his lungi and started pissing while swapna was cleaning my face with his pee like woman rinse their Childs face infront of the tap . And he was laughing while he was peeing I was simply in the control of swapna like a corpse.

After he was done I told swapna that I am feeling tired and I need water to drink then ragunath who has heard this called me and seeing my face in the pee , said wow Priya you are looking very hot in this wet look with your hair all wet and all . So fine I heard you were saying that you are thirsty . I said yes sir

Then why don’t you drink my pee , looks like all the make up did came out of your face ,

priya : what are you talking Raghunath sir , we should not drink human pee , its not good

Raghunath : who told you , the sailors who were caught on the boat in the middle of sea or ocean for days without water will drink their own pee , don’t you know that.

Priya : I do but thats different

Raghunath:priya don’t mind that I gave you a hard time before but thats only because to get the pics good , listen to me drinking pee is good and you should drink all my pee, ask swapna she did that too .

Swapna : ofcourse I drank pee a lot of times , its like beer at first you don’t like it but after couple of times you will be addicted to it .

Priya : but …..

Raghunath sir opened his zipper and took his cock out ooooo myyyy gooooooooooooooooood. What a big dick he has , like a black guy ,no wonder why madam said that woman enjoy getting fucked by him .

With that he asked me to kneel down and said priya why dont I put my dick in your mouth so that nothing spills out and with that he pulled my face near to his giant massive cock and he inserted his cock ( this was the first time I was putting someone else cock inside my mouth other than my husband )and started pissing into my mouth .He gave a small smile , I still remember that smile , the smile you give when you own or defeated your opponent , or when you own the woman whom you thought you were never gonna get without her consent but only by circumstances .I swallowed every drop of his pee and every inch of my pride.

# **# The housewife from high society to whore in colony part 8

#erotic

After I finished drinking every drop of pee , raghunath sir took his dick out and looking it he said to me priya there is still a drop of pee on the tip of my dick why don’t you lick it with your tongue .

As there is nothing more that now I can object to as I already had his whole dick in his mouth earlier ,I simply took my pink beautiful tongue out I licked tip of his penis .

He said ” good girl ” .

I don’t know what happened to me or how I became from the strict and bitchy lawyer to simple girl

I replied ” thank you ” .

Raghunath:Now we should get you ready for the final shoot .

I was still sitting on my knees in front of his cock .

I said ” sir if you don’t mind it’s getting late and I had to go to my home because I have to make a video call to my husband . If it’s possible I will come tomorrow for the last photoshoot “.

He thought for a minute and said

Raghunath : ok priya seems fair but don’t forget to come tomorrow .

Swapna said to raghunath sir , sir ask madam to give my money today itself .

Raghunath : fine I will talk to your madam and arrange the amount .

Swapna : thank You sir .

Raghunath : make priya take the bath before leaving ok .

Priya : I will take the bath at my home sir

Raghunath : (angry voice ) did someone ask you priya ?

Priya : no sir ( almost guiltily)

Raghunath : remember ,never talk back

Priya : sorry sir

Swapna : don’t worry sir I will bath her and then only we will make her go to house

Priya : I was thinking inside my mind what does this great deal about bath they are talking about , can’t I take it at home

Raghunath : good

Swapna came near me and said priya we should go see the madam .

I got up still drenching in pee on my body while peon and Gopal were simply standing there talking to each other while staring at me , I think the bastards were making some kind of evil plan .

I thought well what is there for them to do , it’s almost over only one more photoshoot tomorrow and then it’s all done . I should think it as a simple bad dream and nothing else and move on with my life , I should never come to this house or shall I call it a brothel again in my whole life .

In the meanwhile Raghunath asked peon to call madam ,the peon went out and bought the madam .

Madam came and stand next to raghunath sir , the madam who is almost arrogant while talking to me and with others was completely transformed I front of the raghunath sir , she was almost like a submissive slut . She is looking down , like student standing before the teacher .

Raghunath came near her and put his hand on her chin and lifted her face and suddenly he kissed her very hard , I was shocked to see that , but when I watched others in the studio they didn’t see it as something out of ordinary , then I understood what madam said about that sir is the one who fucked her first and took her virginity . May be Raghunath sir always treats her like that only .

Now as I was lost in my thoughts raghunath showed me and called me, when I was miles away in my own world he shouted again .then I came back to present and was getting up ,

Raghunath : did I told you to stand up ?

you should walk on your knees and come to us for not paying attention .

( wow this is too much , all this seems like a porn film to me) I slowly started walking on my knees and came near them .

Raghunath :look priya I told your madam to give the money to swapna as it is urgent for her even though the last photoshoot is pending , but for this I need a small Favour from you .

Priya : fine sir , what is it

Raghunath : I was thinking of making the photoshoot in our colony swimming pool next .hope it’s ok for u .

Priya :no sir no ! It’s open and lot of people woman and small kids and all the colony people will be there , and I don’t want to be in short dresses near that pool .pls sir pls other than that ask something else.

Raghunath who was having a fun with a cunning smile said fine we will do a couple of complete nude pics .

( let me remind you I am still standing on my knees , the bastard

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I was reading this Craigslist ad from some 33 year old guy:

“I have a cocksucking buddy who likes to suck me off. Last week we had another dude join us. He really got off on my cocksucker sucking another cock. He even jacked the dude a lil. We’re looking for a dude or a few guys that want oral service, he will lick suck deepthroat and swallow your cocks and cum.”

That sounded great to me – who doesn’t like a great blowjob? So I replied and showed up.

A tall slim good-looking guy, who was acting the way you’d expect someone to act when looking on the DL for men who saw his ad on CL, gave me the eye. So I came closer. Seems the cocksucker from the ad hadn’t shown up yet, so the guy, David, was going to make a call. Did I want to join him upstairs?

Sure.

When we get there, he made the call, no joy. “Now what?” And he looks at me with a look that made me shiver, a bit turned on by how he was eyeing me like he had a week long load and someone needed to take care of that. And then he started talking to me, telling me of his need, and then said, “I need to cum. Let’s take turns.”

And he gives me this look that makes my heart pound faster, and time slowed down from the adrenaline rush, this feeling of disbelief this was happening. And I’m thinking of walking out, but his strong arms are on my shoulders, Beşiktaş Escort gently pushing me down. And godhelpme I wanted my cock sucked, and so I submit to the firm but gentle insistence of his strong hands, and bend down, still standing but bent over, with a hand lightly holding the back of my head, and he slowly unzips his shorts and lets them fall to his ankles. Then, still holding my head captive, he steps forward a few inches until his cockhead touches my lips.

He rubs his cockhead across my lips, and I lick my lips and taste the saltiness of his precum and just the tip of his cockhead, no penetration, and I’m thinking I can do this without really sucking his cock, just get him to cum with my lips, but the pressure of my lips creating suction on his soft dickhead skin makes him groan and he thrusts his hips slowly forward as his cockhead oh so slowly slips through my lips, his soft head pushing deeper as his hand held my neck captive, and he start fucking my face and I took it, I took it and liked it, oooh so sexy getting facefucked like that, and he was

talking on the phone, telling someone to come over, so I licked and sucked harder so he would cum and then it would be my turn to get blown.

Some men came in the room just as his hand forcefully holding my mouth on his cock pushed Escort Bayan my lips back over his cockhead, swallowing it, and I’m distracted a moment by my shorts being pulled down, but I don’t care, it kind of feels sexy being undressed with a dick slowly pistoning in my mouth, then I’m sliding his dickhead on my cheek’s inside while my palm tapped the outside, and he grunted in surprise at how good that felt and shot his load, filling my mouth with cum …

And I shudder in surprise as a finger invades my butt crack, cool and slick with liquid …

And the man who has cum in my mouth starts urging me in a sexy seductive voice to swallow it, and I’m turned on by the sound and the wonderful feel of the finger invading between my cheeks and touching my hole.

So I swallow his cum.

I’m getting a little alarmed at how turned on I am but that finger oh so slowly slipping into my hole, and it hurts but I’m pushing my ass against the finger, fucking myself on it, and I’m afraid I’ll do something I’ll regret, and anyway it’s my turn to get sucked.

But when I try to stand up so I would get my turn, one of the guys who had come in the room and had been watching all this grabbed my hair. “Hey” I say. “No.”

“Open your mouth, cocksucker.”

“I’m not a cocksucker.”

“Oh yeah? You istanbul Escort came in here, you bent over for a hard dick, and you sucked cock and you took a mouthful of cum. How’s that not a cocksucker?”

And I look at my host, the guy whose cum I can still taste, and said, “Look, you said we can take turns. It’s my turn.”

“I said we can take turns. And we all are, we’re all gonna take turns and fuck your cocksucking mouth.”

And the guy whose got my head trapped grabs my hair harder, hurting a bit, but it’s weird, the pain feels kinda good, and he starts to fuck my face. I try to rise, but my face can’t move – it’s pinned by a strong hand sliding a cock inside my face. And then my legs are being spread apart, and a cock lightly bucks and strains at my hole, the pressure building in a sexy way, till he pops through, and oh fuck it hurts, but I’m turned on by the grunting noise he makes as he fucks me, it feels real sexy to get fucked, so I buck back at him while the dick in my mouth pins me in place, and the guy fucking my mouth says, “Oh, fuck, I can’t wait”, grunting and spurting inside me …

And the guy behind me starts to fuck me hard, and it hurts, and I tell him to stop, but he spanks my ass and grabs my hair and pulls me back so I’m the one impaling myself on his cock while he stays still, then he spanks me once more and grunts and groans and I know he’s cumming inside me, and I wonder how the fuck I wound up bent over getting a load shot deep in my ass while I taste two other men’s sperm in my mouth and several other men look hungrily at me, ready to take their turn.

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