The Evacuee Chapter 6
At last David takes both girls
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Here you go guys, this part won’t have any sex but be patient, sorry its so short I discovered a cliffhanger and decided to make use of it
Just wanted to vent and get my story out
Why does there need to be an intro for a site like this? It’s all just filler but what ever, do not read this if you want to get off as there is nothing in here that could possibly used as pornographic material. I did not go into any real detail about what happened, just wanted to vent like the title of this damned thing said.
The Price of Fantasy
what happened when my wife granted my fantasy of her as my sex slave for a night
After School
Year 1969 with no birth control available. Three teens with nothing to do on a day off from school.
Broken Birds, Part 4,
Part 4
Rachael’s Youth
Beth woke and reached for her new lover only to find empty bed. She realized that the shower running had woken her, so she groaned softly and began to get up. She felt the wetness beneath her. The night had ended with Rachael’s discovery that Beth squirted! Beth smiled at the memory of Rachael’s dripping face. The elegant lady with a face covered with her juice.
The bathroom door opened, framing Rachael in the light from the window. The joy in her eyes was the only greeting Beth needed.
“Hi Lover!”
“Hi Lover!”
Beth swatted Rachael’s ass as she passed to get into her shower. 20 minutes later she came out in a damp towel and wet, stringy blonde hair framing her face.
Rachael had stripped the bed and the mattress pad. She was dressed in a pair of Beth’s house pants and t-shirt. She had dried her hair a bit and had it now in a ponytail. She still looked ravishing.
They left the room with the laundry in their arms. Lynne and Susan confronted them, their arms folded across their chests. Rachael blushed beet red. Beth waved and said, “Hi Guys!” and disappeared into the laundry with the bedding.
The girls had made breakfast for everyone. As they ate, the awkwardness grew.
Beth confronted it; “OK we made love last night. Problem?”
Lynne looked away. Susan just grinned, shook her head and held up open hands pretending a false look of innocence. Beth grinned.
Rachael said softly, “I think you better explain our situation. I think you are right, but it would be better coming from you.”
Beth nodded and finished her orange juice.
Susan held up her hand. “I have something to say,” her lisp a bit more pronounced. “We are starting a new life. I don’t want to be Susan anymore. Mom, I knew you wanted me to be Shoshana. I know it identifies me as a Jew, but I don’t care. Can we change my name when this is over?”
A single tear streamed down Rachael’s face. She rose and went to Shosh, taking her face in he hands. “Of course, Honey.”
“OK. What’s your announcement?” Lynne asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Beth resisted the urge to respond in kind. Lynne was a part of her life now.
“Rachael and I talked last night about our future,” Lynne had rolled her eyes at the word talked. “The facts are simple. People want us dead. Important, powerful people. It’s not just your father. My Dad went after all my attackers. Until this is over, we’re going to be together or we die. Assuming you want to live, we can become a unit, sharing each other and my Dad or three of us can do without a man. And I am not going without a man no matter how wonderful my female lover may be.” She grinned at Rachael and winked so the girls wouldn’t see.
Shoshana was quiet, clearly processing.
Anger rose in Lynne’s eyes. “You mean we’re gonna be his harem? No way.”
Beth shrugged. “It’s that or lesboville or 6 feet under. There’s no way we can be protected if we split up. Up to you.”
Lynne stomped off to her bedroom.
It was time for Rachael’s session with Alice. Though she did not want to leave Beth, Shoshana and Lynne alone, perhaps it would be for the best.
Alice was surprised by Rachael’s smile and attitude. Somehow more relaxed and confident. Alice asked simply, ”Time to fess up. What’s going on?”
Looking straight into Alice’s eyes, she said, “Beth and I are lovers. We’re staying with Michael. So are my girls.” As she said it, Rachael realized that she would make Lynne understand.
She went on without prompting.
“You’ve asked me about my past. It’s a long, painful story.”
Rachael took several minutes to collect her thoughts and then began to slowly expose the truth.
She had been relatively sheltered as a child. Her family was small and close nit. Most of her relatives had perished in the Holocaust during the WW II and its aftermath. Along the way they had lost their identity as well. While they were nominally Jewish, no one observed the traditions or the religious laws.
Her family was quite wealthy as a result of several shrewd and manipulative grandparents and parents. Rachael’s mother was an only child and had also come from money. Rachael’s mother had died shortly after giving birth, the result of cancer, so she had no memory of her. She remained with her three brothers and her father.
Later she would realize that her father, Jacob, was not only shrewd and manipulative, but had no love for anyone other than himself. Between his business dealings and inherited wealth, he grew far richer and more powerful with no interest for the feelings or needs of others.
One night when she was 12 years old, he came into her bedroom wearing a robe and sat on the edge of her bed, patting beside him indicating she should come beside him. “I think we are going to home school you since we will be traveling a lot the next few years. I’ll introduce you to your new governess and teacher in the morning. Her name is Lana.”
Travel! No more school where she had been teased mercilessly about her looks. At 12 she had a large, hooked nose and she often heard the whispered “JAP” (Jewish American Princess). She hated that word.
“Before we go, though, I want you to have a nose job. It’ll make your face prettier.”
She jumped into his arms and kissed him in thanks. She hated her nose.
Jacob was a relatively small man with slender, almost feminine hands. Dark hair framed his high cheekbones, thin nose, thin lips and brown eyes. She clearly had his eyes. Probably his nose as well as he’d also had an operation on his when he was a teenager.
He pulled her into his lap, feeling the smoothness of her thighs against his as his robe pulled open a little.
She felt his cock rise.
He knew that little girls will do anything to please their fathers, but incest with his twelve-year old daughter was definitely not part of his plan. He hugged her tight, feeling the beginnings of her breasts. Then he pushed her off and told her goodnight and gently closed her door.
When he entered his room, Lana waited lying under the covers, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as he had asked. She had a small, upturned nose, high, Nordic cheekbones and generous lips. Her blue eyes sparkled with life.
In her room, Rachael lay awake, excited at the prospect of a new nose. She went into her bathroom and examined her nose carefully, trying to decide how she wanted it changed. While her bedroom was soundproofed, her bathroom was not.
She heard a scream followed by pitiful whimpering coming from her dad’s room. She didn’t know what to do. One ironclad rule in the house was never go into daddy’s room. The whimpering quieted and she faintly heard her father say, “It’ll feel better in the morning.”
She went back to bed.
Years later when she had become fast friends with Lana as well as her lover, Lana told her about that night. Her father had taken her anally, without preparation. Later, she would find the truth.
As they traveled the world, Lana would come to Rachael’s room whenever Jacob was away on business.
Rachael remembered the softness of Lana’s lips, her gentle caresses. Her nipples hardened as she remembered their first time they made love. They had come to Cozumel to scuba dive, but Jacob had left to go to Cancun for a business meeting and would not return for a couple of days. Beth was almost 15 years old, but had already developed into a beautiful, sophisticated young lady. The travel helped, but it seemed that after her nose was changed, she blossomed.
The diving that day at the Palancar reef had been spectacular. Beth and Lana were dive buddies and had found a sea turtle to photograph and swim with. Exquisite. As the dive boat docked, they collected their gear and dragged it to Beth’s room. On the door was a note “Limited Hot Water Today”. Their eyes met and both giggled.
“Well, buddy, hot or cold water” Rachael said.
“We’re both girls. What’s the problem? Let’s just shower together so we get this salt off. You scrub my back, I’ll scrub yours.” More giggles.
Rachael blushed. She had very limited contact with naked people, though as a diver she had seen brief glimpses of various body parts as people changed into shore clothes aboard the dive boats.
Lana went through the door, dropped her gear to be cleaned later and pulled Rachael into the bathroom. They stripped, Lana knelt to help Rachael to pull her wet bathing suit down and found herself staring into a naked, shaved pussy with hidden lips beginning to swell and distend.
“You are so beautiful,” she said quietly, her eyes filling with passion. Looking into Rachael’s fearful eyes, she stood and said, “let’s get the salt and sand off.”
They held hands as they entered the shower and turned on the water. The sign had lied. There was NO hot water and after shrieking at the cold water, they quickly soaped and rinsed away the grime, sand and sale. They grabbed towels and hastily retreated to the bedroom.
Rachael still shivered from the cold shower, a wet towel wrapped around her small frame. Lana approached her, dropped her towel to the tiled floor and pulled the wet towel away from Rachael’s body. Lana pulled Rachael to the bed and pushed her down on the bed. Lana laid beside her pressing her naked body against the shaking teenager.
“Old lifesaving trick. Sharing body warmth.” Lana smirked.
Rachael began to warm. Then a new, strange sensation began to grow inside her. She could feel Lana’s breath against her ear. Her small nipples hardened and her pussy began to swell. She pulled her head back to look at Lana, her smoldering brown eyes searching Lana’s sparkling blue. Only Lana’s eyes were no longer playful blue. They clouded with lust.
Lana’s hand went to the back of Rachael’s head and gently pulled Rachael’s lips to hers. The kiss started gently. Then Lana parted hers and she ran her pointed tongue across Rachael’s lips. An invitation. Rachael’s lips parted and her own delicate tongue reached for Lana’s. The kiss continued to escalate as their tongues danced a dance of lust.
Lana’s hand dropped to Rachael’s breast and to her nipple, now painfully hard. Such gentleness. Rachael pushed her breast into Lana’s hand and copied the move. Lana’s nipples were very long, almost an inch from her aureoles that were themselves puffed out from her breast. Briefly Rachael wondered if they were a deformity, but then passion overwhelmed all conscious thought.
Lana pushed her onto her back and began kissing and licking down Rachael’s body. When she got to her breasts, she licked around each nipple before suddenly sucking hard. Each time, Rachael squealed with delight. Her breathing became ragged, her hands in Lana’s wet hair.
Lana looked into those expressive brown eyes and smiled at the pleasure they registered.
As she left Rachael’s breasts, her right hand descended to the smooth labia. She gently ran a finger along the thin gash, carefully avoiding the hood that covered Rachael’s clit. Rachael instinctively opened her legs. Her hands now gripping the bedspread as her passion grew.
Lana rose from the bed just as her kisses reached just above Rachael’s mound. She scooted to the bottom of the bed, between Rachael’s spread legs.
“Please,” Rachael wailed, not knowing what she needed.
Lana smiled knowingly. She lifted Rachael’s legs to her shoulders and lowered her mouth to the magical mound. Lana pushed Rachael’s legs to her breasts, gaining access to her crinkled starfish.
Her pointed tongue began to caress Rachael’s asshole. The nerve ending went crazy. Lana knew that there were more nerves there than in Rachael’s clit. Lana felt the trembling in her folded legs and slowly moved to Rachael’s slit, her tongue slowly parting her inner lips. She came closer and closer to her clit, now peeking shyly from its protective hood. With her left hand, Lana parted the lips wider, allowing her complete access to the virgin pussy. She eagerly lapped at the pink inside of the lips and darted her tongue deep into the girls tunnel.
With her left hand, she began to caress Rachael’s asshole. Readying her for the finale. Leaking juice covered her hand. Lana used it to lubricate the hole, preparing it for violation.
She could tell that Rachael was about to orgasm. Lana licked the inner walls, ending just below her clit, pausing for a second. She suddenly put her lips around Rachael’s clit and sucked hard, quickly flicking her tongue over it as she simultaneously inserted her middle finger in Rachael’s ass.
Rachael burst into an incoherent scream of delight. Nerve endings fired in random patterns, her legs clasped around Lana’s head, locking her mouth on the dripping pussy.
They stayed lovers for nearly three years. Lana also shared her father’s bed. Though they experimented with her ass, Lana insisted nothing, not even fingers were allowed in Rachael’s pussy. Her hymen must stay intact.
Still, vibrators and butt plugs and tongue could bring incredible pleasure.
As she approached her 17th birthday, something changed between them. Previously bubbly and cheerful, Lana became withdrawn and distant. Rachael tried to understand, but Lana would not talk. Even when Rachael graduated from high school at least a year early, Lana did not seem happy. At times, Lana seemed terrified.
Her dad had taken to a new young apprentice from a prestigious college. He came from a fine family with broad connections. His name was David Weiss. He was casually Jewish, like her dad. He shared the same business ethics, that is to say no business ethics.
A few days before her birthday, her dad told her they were going to a lodge to do some skiing as a birthday present. She was thrilled. “Is Lana coming?”
“Sure.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes clouded a bit with raw lust. Rachael assumed he was lusting for Lana.
“David is coming too since I have some business he has to help me with.”
“Can he ski?”
“Don’t know, but I’ll ask.”
The trip to the lodge was strained. David and Jacob sat upfront and drove while Lana and Rachael in the second seat. It took nearly 18 hours of continuous driving, but they reached it shortly after noon on a Sunday morning. It was nearly a mile to the next house, her father explaining that he wanted some peace and quiet.
Something was wrong. Rachael could feel it.
As David and Jacob took the luggage into the isolated cabin, Lana pulled Rachael aside.
“I am so sorry…” Lana’s eyes filled with tears as she turned away and walked to the cabin.
Rachael grabbed her backpack and followed. Once inside, her world changed.
As she entered, David grabbed her arms and Jacob her legs. She screamed in fear. She twisted to scratch David but the steel in his hands held her fast. Lana jammed a funny smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. The world seemed to reel and then she descended into darkness.
David slung her unconscious body over his shoulder while Jacob opened the door to the cellar. Lana sobbed in the corner, but descended at Jacob’s command.
A large, four-poster, king size bed sat in the middle of the room, sofas on either side. The overhead beams had several “D” rings secured with large through bolts. Two padded stools sat beneath locked wall cabinets. At the far end was a full bath, complete with two “D” rings in the floor beside the toilet.
David slung Rachael’s body in the middle of the bed.
Jacob turned to Lana. “Get her ready. Tie her up first then cut her clothes off. Then get her fresh and clean for her big night.” As almost an after thought, “You’ve loosened her ass, right?”
Lana nodded, tears streaming down her face. Jacob realized Lana was now a liability. Perhaps he could get David to do it. Then he’d have something on his willing partner.
David said, “She’ll be out for at least an hour. Let’s tie her flat and wait for her to come around before we start.”
Jacob smiled and nodded. It would give him time to get ready.
About an hour later, Jacob strode down the basement stairs in a bathrobe and carrying a white towel.
David raised Rachael so Jacob could slide the whiter towel under her ass and upper thighs.
Rachael lay naked on the bed and began to stir. Lana had shaved her pussy so it was baby smooth. Jacob nodded to David and he began securing Rachael’s legs to the head posts, effectively bending Rachael in half, her knees nearly touching her breasts.
“Lana”
Lana rose from her seat and moved to the bed. She, too, was naked and shaved. She climbed on the bed and moved between the trussed girl’s legs. She began caressing the teen’s pouting nether lips, begging God to forgive her part in this. As Rachael began to respond and awaken, Lana felt strong hands grip her thighs brining her to her knees. Another hand pressed her face into Rachael’s exposed labia. Lana felt the cock ride up and down her vertical slit, spreading her open and lubricating the cock head. He finally found the entrance to her love tunnel. And slowly put the head inside.
A brutal thrust impaled her. She tried to scream, but strong hands held her face to Rachael’s pussy.
“What’s going on?” Rachael asked a she began to get her bearings. Her head snapped around. She recognized Jacob with his cock fully ready, holding Lana’s face to her pussy.
“Daddy, NO! Lana, Help me!”
Jacob roughly pushed Lana to the side. “Take care of Lana,” he ordered David.
David grabbed Lana, still impaled on his cock and carried her to the sofa, dropping her over the arm and pushing her face into the cushions. Too late, Lana finally understood the nature of these men.
Jacob felt power course through his veins. His cock had never been harder. He climbed onto the bed and lay beside Rachael. The sounds of Lana being fucked and whimpering in pain was music to him.
“You are now 17. And tonight I will make you a woman.” He saw the look of horror on her face as she started to speak. He slapped her. “Don’t talk, just listen.”
“This morning you married David at a small ceremony in a chapel outside Houston. I gave my permission. You were a beautiful, virgin bride.” He smiled at the confusion and fear on her face.
“I am going to take your cherry. I’ll fuck you every few hours until one of those little test strips turns blue. You see, while you’re David’s wife, you’re my baby factory. Your brothers are weak. Half their genetics is from your mother and she was weak. This way, I have a 75% chance of getting a worthy heir.” He chuckled at the horror in her eyes. When I’m sure I have someone worthy, we’ll change the baby factory into an amusement park.”
His speech had taken too long. Rachael wet pussy was now only damp.
“David, bring the bitch back over here.”
David dragged Lana to the bed. She crawled to Rachael’s pussy and began to caress the lips again. Rachael’s terror was far too much for her to respond. After a few minutes, his frustration showed. David offered a tube of lubricant. He grabbed it and squeezed a generous amount into Lana’s hand. She gently worked it between Rachael’s nether lips, begging God for forgiveness. David shoved Lana aside and took his place. He looked down into his daughter’s eyes and saw fear and loathing.
Jacob moved between Rachael’s legs, levering himself into position. He turned to Lana who was silently weeping. “Guide me into here.”
Lana moved quickly down the bed. She grabbed his cock and moved it gently along Rachael’s labia, parting her inner lips, then wedging it at Rachael’s vaginal opening.
Rachael saw the naked lust in her father’s eyes. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Jacob thrust forward, watching her face contort with pain. He felt her tender barrier and pulled back, then thrust forward violently through her virgin barrier. Her eyes snapped open as she screamed in agony, bucking her hips to expel the invading cock.
Jacob watched her eyes fill with excruciating pain and humiliation. Again he thrust and felt his tip touch her cervix. Her tight tunnel clutched at his cock, muscles desperately trying to adjust to the brutal assault.
He began to jackhammer into her. This was about the power he had over her, the power to bend her to his will.
He felt his balls fill and ready to explode.
He smiled at her. “First baby batter coming up!” He jammed his cock in as far as he could and let loose several strings of cum.
He levered himself off her, his softening dick slipping out of her pussy.
“Pillow!” Lana shoved a pillow beneath Rachael’s ass, elevating her to keep his sperm inside her.
The next several days went much the same. They would untie her after an hour of elevation, but she and Lana remained prisoners of the basement.
Lana tried to explain, but Rachael would not listen and would not speak to her.
On the seventh day, they changed her position into a doggie style, but that did not allow Jacob to see the pain in her eyes and they reverted to bending her against the headboard.
After the fourteenth day, they had her pee on a pregnancy test strip. It was blue!
That night, Lana left with David. Rachael never heard from her again.
Rachael prayed her ordeal had ended with the pregnancy, but Jacob and David had other ideas.
Rachael was again tied even though she had long since ceased to resist. Jacob and David left her tied and alone in the basement for a time.
While she hated sex with Jacob, she had resigned herself to being used like a piece of meat. Now she was trussed up the same as the first day. Her fear began to grow as she remembered Lana’s insistence at stretching her anus. She began to understand the full extent of the horror of forced sex.
“Tonight we celebrate.” Jacob said gaily as he descended the stairs with David in tow. David was twirling a device like a horse bridle. Made of stainless steel, it was designed for dental work. It fit over the lips and teeth, preventing the teeth from closing, giving free access to a patient’s mouth. A strap dangled from the back.
She looked with horror as David approached her head, snapping her head away from him.
Her father roughly grabbed her nipple and twisted hard. She screamed in pain. “You little cunt. Stop fighting. It will only hurt worse.” He said with a slight slur. She smelled whisky on his breath.
She surrendered and let him put the device in her mouth. David then locked it in the position that seemed to stretch her jaw to its maximum and fastened the strap around the back of her head. He then shoved a pillow under her ass.
Jacob retrieved a tube of lube and a syringe type device with a perforated needle about the width of a cigarette. He first put the white powdery contents of a small vial in the syringe and then filled it with liquid lube. He shook it several timed to ensure the powder would spread in the lube. She knew what was coming and tried to relax. Lana had taught her that fighting insertion was painful.
He inserted the tube in her ass and squeezed. He twisted it so the lube exiting the perforations would coat her entire anal tract.
Tom stood by her head while her father climbed between her obscenely spread legs.
“This may hurt a little.” Jacob said as he lined his cock with her crinkled starfish. He pressed forward, the head demanding entrance. Rachael tried to relax. The head popped through her sphincter without too much pain. The practice with Lana had saved her from the worst of that. Jacob reared back and thrust forward brutally, stretching her entire channel. Slippery heat enveloped his cock as he slid deeper. Her anus grabbed him in an incredibly tight hold. Even though she had practiced with Lana, Rachael’s ass filled with unbelievable pain. She screamed in agony, the pain seeming to grow with ever thrust.
Though somewhat drunk, Jacob quickly began to reach explosion. He slammed his cock into the unwilling ass, almost inverting her colon when he pulled back.
Finally he shot his load deep into her ass as his arms gave our and he fell on her, his mouth inches from her distended lips. “That felt so good! Damn you have a fine ass.”
She wanted to vomit.
He pulled out of her ravaged ass and got his drink. “You want sloppy seconds?” Jacob asked David?
David eyed her open mouth. Jacob wagged his finger, “Not until I’ve been in there.”
David shrugged. He thought about his trip with Lana and his cock became like steel. Through a haze of agony and exhaustion, Rachael noticed the size of David’s member. She gasped in fear as he reached above her head and began undoing the ankle restraints and holding her leg until it was on the bed. Her hands remained tied together above her head. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her into a doggie position.
“Tie her hands behind her back. I’m getting hard again and it’s time she cleaned me off.” Jacob said.
David unclipped her hands from the “D” ring in the headboard, unclipped her wrist restraints and re-clipped them behind her back.
Rachael felt the bed sag as her father climbed on. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head, reveling in his daughter’s pleading eyes.
“Clean it, bitch,” he said as he forced her head down on his semi-hard cock covered in lube, ass juice and semen. He used her hair to control the rhythm.
“Use your tongue and really clean that cock!”
Jacob’s excitement grew as he neared completion. Just as he started to cum, he signaled David who had been waiting impatiently for the old man.
David thrust forward, into his “wife’s” sore asshole, forcing her forward her father’s cock slamming against the back of her throat. Jacob thrust back and began to cum. David thrust hard again, more than half his manhood embedded in her clutching ass. Rachael tried to scream around Jacob’s cock, opening her throat to the semen that shot from her father’s prick. David thrust forward again and the head of Jacob’s cock popped into her throat as he ejaculated into her stomach.
Seconds later, David came in Rachael’s ass.
As he hopped off the bed, Rachael rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position.
Once her virginities had been fully removed, Jacob allowed David to enjoy his daughter’s ass and mouth with the only stipulation being that he would not hurt Rachael so much it would damage the baby. Only after her first trimester did Jacob agree that David could share her pussy, but David declined. His secretary and her friends filled his needs.
Thomas Jackson Weiss was born nine months later.
Susan was born fourteen days short of a year after Thomas.
Lynne was born fourteen months later, on Rachael’s 20th birthday.
Deciding that three heirs were sufficient, Jacob had the doctor perform a hysterectomy on Rachael. The doctor received a handsome bonus for tightening her vagina at the same time even though all her deliveries had been by ‘C’ section. Over the next year, she underwent several plastic surgeries to restore her body to as near pre-pregnancy terms as possible.
After the surgeries, rehab and gym workouts, David still showed little interest in Rachael, instead humiliating her by giving her to friends and business acquaintances to use.
Jacob died a horrible death, choking on his own vomit following a stroke four years after Lynne was born, placing all his assets in a trust for his daughter and grandchildren. David would be trustee for now, but Thomas would assume the role of trustee when he turned 21.
Darkness had claimed the day when Rachael finished her story. She could not remember which parts she relived in her mind and which she shared with Alice. As she recounted her story to Alice, Rachael’s feelings of betrayal fully resurfaced. She began to cry. Everything seemed so real again.
Somehow she was in Beth’s arms, being led back to their cabin.
Alice stared at the floor for a moment, let out a long sigh and closed her laptop. It seemed incredible that this woman had survived.
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“Hey john… didn’t do your homework again?” I asked as I entered the door dropping my bag under the table with the computer on it. He just gave me a eat shit look and I just laughed Sitting down in one of the rolling comp chairs.
“John I have the answers if you want them” I said grabbing my bag taking out the papers and with the answers on them handing them to him as he sat in one of the other rolling chairs.
“Thanks.” john said to me then turning his back to me facing table that faced the tech room on the left side of the room while I faced the wood working room on the right side were the t.v and computer were and in between was the door. About two minutes later I heard the door open, I thought maybe john had to go the can but when I turned to see who it was I was jumped by Gigi. Gigi giving me a hug she got up and took off her north face jacket to show off her yellow v neck t-shirt with a black lacy bra that was two sizes to small to fit her c cups. Wearing a hot pink short skirt as well with white nike shoes to complete her hottnes. Bending over with her back turned to me I gave her a little nudge in the ass. She immediately stood straight up turning around with a smile on her face.
“Hey” gig said with a giggle as she straddle me lap hitting me in the shoulder than putting her arms around my neck. Smiling back at her I put my hands around her back rubbing up and down. “George what are you doing?”. gigi said as looked into my eyes. I answered with a grin on my face not saying a word but instead bringing my hands down under her skirt and squeezed her ass to my surprise she was wearing only a thong. “ah George” she said giggling hitting me in the chest. So I squeezed her ass again and she yelped. After about twenty minutes john said he had to go see a teacher so that left me a her alone for the moment. “Gigi turn around so your back it me so I can use the computer.” I said as she complies by turning around. Once in my lap again I signed on and when to a game site. “George I want to play” she said so I let her while I watched what she did. About ten minutes later the first period of the day started the two classed started. The wood working class was all freshmen boys. I got bold when I saw them working with us in there plain view with only our upper body’s showing to them. Seeing this I got bold and put my right hand on her right leg and started to slid up her thigh. At first she didn’t feel wait I was doing until I got to about a couple inches from her thong she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “what are u doing uh.. George?” gigi said with a soft grunt as I started to rub her pussy over her green thong. “I want to have some fun.” I said as I pulled her thong to the side and started rubbing her clit. “oh..uh, umm George.. Wait. what if they see” gigi said to me concerned as the teachers back was to us just on the other side of the window. Just try to keep a straight face. Keep playing your game. And I play me game” I said as I inserted two of my fingers in to know shaved wet pussy pulling my fingers in and out slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb. “oh shit George I don’t know how long I can last if you ohh” gigi said with a moan as she was interrupted as I speed up for a second getting the reaction I wanted. I kept on fingering her for the next ten minutes as I heard moans come from her every know and then. As I started to speed up again she stopped playing with the computer and held on to my hand as I felt her shake. “oooHHH god I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cummmm!” she said breathing very heavy panting. Realizing this I picked up speed as furious as I could with my palm rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly she started twitching and then came like a water fall with her juicesd covering my hand and staining my jeans. “oh GODDD George ,George George” was all she could say as pure sexual bliss took over her senses. Falling back towards me with the back of her head in my chest still shaking.
“Bravo!” hearing clapping coming from a female voice from behind me not realizing that someone else came in as I was doing my deed for the day to gigi. With a horrified look on my face with shock I turned to see Christina with an a look of excitement on her face with a smile going ear to ear. Looking back over to gigi who started to come to turned her head to look up at me . “that was incredible” gigi said as she turned her head to look at Christina. Christina had on a jean blue skirt that made it easy for me to see that she didn’t have panties on with her leg apart not even trying to close them. Also wearing a white see thru shirt with a white lacy bra to cover her d cup breasts. “Very nice gigi” Christina said looking at gigi. “Jesus George ya couldn’t help your self could you. You just had to go after poor old gigi who is still a virgin and you just took advantage of her” Christina saying as a joke to me with a laugh . Gigi getting up from my lap to turn around to face notice the huge bulge in my jeans and her eyes went wide. Gigi not able to take her eyes off steped backwards to Christina and whispered something in her ear but I couldn’t tell what is was.gigi sitting down next to Christina on the other table as Christina got up and her eyes widened as I watched her brown eyes locked on my huge dick. Then as she came over to me the bell rang. Picking up her bag putting it over her shoulder‘s “Don’t forget about me George. I want what gigi got. Just keep that in mind.” Christina said as she got on toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly as I didn’t run into Christina or gigi for the rest of the day. As the day ended at school with the final bell I got in my car and drove home. Tomorrow is Christina ‘s turn to get what she wants.
To be continued ? I will write more if you want me to. Remember first time writing
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tale of lust, love, and longing, spanning a few weeks and dozens of lives.
Fantasy becomes reality
Fantasy becomes reality…
This is a story of how a couple meet for the second time.
Lucy
She stands under the spray of the shower, head tilted back against the cool tile. Her whole body aches, but never has she felt so exhilarated. Shivers are running up and down her spine just thinking about how her life had changed in the last month. Lucy never expected for things to turn out the way they did, but damn she was glad they had.
Lucy is your average girl. She lives in an average home, works an average job, and drives an average car. She is the poster child for average. Lucy is the type of person who takes care of everyone, and everyone depends on. Granted she doesn’t mind doing so, but sometime she wonders if anyone will ever take care of her needs.
Nothing would indicate that lurking deep within her is a fire, a fire the average guy can’t put out. Lucy tried dating your average Joe’s, but vanilla sex isn’t what she craved. She needed someone who understood her need to be controlled. Not someone who treated sex as a formal affair. Manners had no place in her bedroom. She was tired of grunting and faking her way thru her weekly sexual encounter.
She had been with a steady guy for the last three years. He like she was average, but what set them apart was he had no imagination. Don’t misunderstand he is kind and considerate, treating Lucy like a Princess. Ben just lacked the ability to treat Lucy like a queen and fuck her like a whore. Something she always thought about, but was unable to ask the meek and mild mannered Ben for.
Things changed a few weeks ago when Lucy stumbled across a site on the internet advertising fantasy matching. She was intrigued, and thought what could it hurt to check into it. The site was completely confidential, everyone used screen names or numbers to chat. The site was setup in sections of interests. Things such as married couples seeking a third to play, married men or women seeking a side piece, Subs seeking Doms and vise versa, but the title that caught Lucy’s eye was rape fantasies. It was the ultimate form of dominance. The complete lack of power is what really excited her.
Without giving it a second thought she clicked the tab, and opened a whole new world. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. Their were so many like minded people here, all looking to either live out or fulfill this fantasy. She scanned through reading the different things that these men and women were looking for.
Lucy knew she would have to get to know the person a little first. Their was no way she could trust a complete stranger to do these things to her. That is when she came across a profile for a man who seemed to have tastes that matched her own. He was looking for a long term sub. He wanted her open to new and constant challenges such as rape games, and role playing. He mentioned experience wasn’t required, but obedience was. He required a meeting or at the least a few in-depth conversations to discuss expectations and compatibility.
She was scared and nervous, but mostly excited. She doesn’t know what to expect, or even if they would be what the other was looking for. This doesn’t stop her though, before she can talk herself out of it she sent him a message. It reads simply “I am very interested in what you have to offer. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm. Please respond if you would like to meet. Sincerely Serva.”
Lucy woke up early for work the next day. She stood a little straighter, and had a pep in her step. She couldn’t wait to get home to see if he had written back. She rushed through the day with a smile on her face. When five o’clock came she signed out and headed straight home.
She was anxious to sign on her new account and check for messages, but talked herself out of it. Instead she made pasta, took a shower, and put on her favorite black lace night gown. As she sat down to pull up the screen, the door bell rang. She couldn’t imagine who would be coming by this time of night without calling first. When she opened the door it was Ben. In all of her excitement she had forgotten about today being Friday. Every Friday for the past two and half years she and Ben had a standing “date.” In other words he would come over, and they would talk about things that had happened that week. The night ended with her on her back staring at the ceiling making a mental grocery list or some other mundane mental task.
Tonight she thought just last week this is all I had to look forward too. She had never been so ready for him to leave. Ben never stayed over, not wanted the neighbors to think bad of them. He was always gone but 10:30 at the latest. Ben didn’t like to try new positions. He felt that missionary was the most intimate, they were able to look into each others eyes as they climaxed…or so he thought. Ben had yet to make her cum, hell he couldn’t even get her wet anymore. She actually thought about buying stock in KY Jelly just to recoup some of the money she has spent over the years.
At 10:20 Ben’s car was backing out of her driveway. She hurriedly locked the door, and raced back to her laptop. She grabbed it and headed to the bedroom. Comfortably snuggled in bed she opens the browser again, typing in the already familiar address. The page lights up the screen. She signs in to her personal page, screen name Serva4u. The first thing that catches her attention in the mailbox icon. It doesn’t show any new messages. Lucy is very disappointed. She can’t help, but think maybe this just wasn’t meant to be. Thoroughly dejected she rolls over, fighting back tears, and falls into a fitful sleep.
Ben
Driving home, Ben sat and thought about his situation. He had been with Lucy for three years, and everyone expects him to propose soon. The problem is things weren’t working anymore. He loved her, but he needed excitement. He was forced to make love to her only once a week and in the same position to keep himself at bay. They had met in grade school, and had been friends every since. They started dating their senior year of college. The two of them had a lot in common, and share almost everything. Almost being the key word…
Ben didn’t know how to tell Lucy his secret. He tried to fight the urges, and he had been doing really good with it since they had been together. He wanted to be with Lucy and he knew the only way that could happen was to leave his past behind. She would never speak to him again if she knew the things he liked to do.
It had all started the summer before his sophomore year of high school. He had been doing odd jobs to make the money to buy a car. He mowed lawns, painted, cleaned gutter, and anything else to make a dollar.
One day he got a call from the lady down the street. He had met her and her husband at block parties and other social events. She had gotten divorced about six months earlier, and no one really saw much of her anymore. So he didn’t think anything of it when Mrs. Jones called asking if he could come over and do a few things around her place. He told her that he was booked that day, but he would be over first thing in the morning.
The next morning bright and early he headed down the street to Mrs. Jones’ house. She had told he the day before that she wanted the yard cleaned. Seeing that it was six in the morning he decided not to bother her and just got started. He picked up the limbs, weeded flower beds, and about midday started on the grass. The sun was beating down on him so he took off his shirt. He thought nothing of going without a shirt. Ben had always had a great body thanks to playing sports at school.
He finished the front yard and was heading around back when he heard her calling his name. Ben stepped around the corner, and was shocked to see Mrs. Jones standing there in a white bikini. The suit looked to be a couple sizes to small by the way her tits were spilling out of the top. The bottoms weren’t much better, they were so tight you could clearly see the curves of the lips of her pussy. She must have just came out of the pool because the suit was transparent. Ben was instantly hard.
Ben walked slowly over to her. She ask if he would like something to drink since he had been working so hard. He nodded, unable to speak. When she was inside he tried everything to get his rock hard cock to go down to size. It was useless, he couldn’t get the image of her in that white bikini out of his mind. He did his best to adjust his shorts, and even went as far as to put his shirt on. It didn’t help much, but he convinced himself it wasn’t that noticeable.
A few minutes later Mrs. Jones returned with two glasses and a pitcher iced tea. She told Ben to have a seat by the pool with her. He agreed and followed her to the table and chairs. She sat first and he took a seat on the other side of the table, still hoping to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
Ben didn’t realize that his response to seeing her so scantily dressed was what she had been hoping for. Mrs. Jones had been far from lonely since her divorce, but she was tired of grown men who didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted a boy she could mold into what she needed and wanted. Ben didn’t know it yet, but she had her sights on him.
She had been watching him work in the neighborhood. Sweat dripping down his chest, all she could think about was licking it off. Maria had never thought of herself as a cougar, but then she had never been looking before. She had married Phil when she was 18 and he was 24. He was fresh out of college, and making a fast name for himself in the business world. She never went to college, choosing to do charity work with civic groups in the community. Phil made a good living for them, and since they wanted to start a family it worked for them.
When she was 20, after years of trying, the doctors told her she would be unable to have children. It was a devastating blow to the marriage, both she and Phil had looked forward to starting a family. They got through it with the help of one another, or at least she had. Phil had not given up on his dream to become a father. She found out last year that he had been having multiple affairs, without the use of a condom. Phil finally got his receptionist pregnant, and told Maria that he was leaving.
Maria was hurt and confused. She couldn’t believe that this man that she loved was leaving her for a 19 year old. At 32 Maria was still very attractive, she looked to be in her mid twenties if that. After the initial shock wore off, she was pissed. She hired the best divorce attorney she could find. She ended up with 75% of everything, plus sizable alimony payments. She decided then she didn’t want to work, or get married. She was just going to enjoy herself, and her ex’s money.
She and Ben talked for about an hour. She told him that she wanted to clean out the basement and attic. She ask if their was anyway that he could spend a few more days working around her place. Of course Ben would have agreed to stick his tongue in a bed of fire ants at that point had she ask him too.
After they finished their third glass of iced tea Ben said he needed to be getting back to work. Maria told him when he was done to take a dip in the pool and cool off before heading home. He thanked her, and went back to the yard work. The whole time he was cutting grass all he could think of was Mrs. Jones in her little white bikini.
When he finished he went to tell Mrs. Jones that he was done and collect his money before getting in the pool. He rang the bell three times before he heard what sounded like crying. Ben didn’t think, he reacted. He opened the door, walked in, and started looking for her.
He finally found her laying on the couch in the living room. She still had on the bikini, but now she had the bottoms pulled to the side. She had a large dildo going in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The top was untied from around her neck, she was pinching the fuck out of her nipples. What he had thought was crying was actually screams of pleasure.
Ben didn’t know what to do. He knew he should probably just leave, but his feet like his dick weren’t listening to his brain. He couldn’t do anything but watch this beautiful woman making herself cum. Ben had watched porn, but he had never seen anything like this up close. His girlfriend Cindy let him go down on her after a dance last year, but she kept saying she wasn’t ready for more. Ben on the other hand stayed ready.
Maria knew he was watching her, and she loved every minute of it. The only thing that would have made it better is if he would have walked over to her and took the place of the dildo. She had came in earlier sopping wet thinking about having Ben bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. It had been almost a month since Maria had someone to fuck, so she couldn’t resist grabbing her favorite toy when she heard the lawn mower stop. She knew Ben would be coming to the door soon.
Now for part 2 of her plan. She started moaning and screaming Ben’s name. As her hand went faster she pretended it was Ben. He was floored by what he heard. He couldn’t believe she was thinking about him as she worked her pussy over. About that time she opened her eyes so she was looking at him. Ben gasps and starts to stammer. Maria smiles and asks if he would like to help her with one last thing before going home.
Ben maybe slow, but he isn’t a fool. He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to her. She just smiled thinking this is going to work better than she had hoped. When he made it to the couch he reached out, but she stopped him and told him to get on his knees. Ben dropped to the floor and ate her pussy like he was starving and this was going to be his last meal. He didn’t have much experience but he was eager to please her. This went on for a good 10 to 20 minutes before she couldn’t take anymore. She told him to take her. While he was fumbling with his pants, she removed her swim suit. She bent over the arm of the couch and waited.
He came up behind her a short time later and lined the head of his dick up with the entrance to her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips, and started easing his hard dick into her tight pussy. She was to worked up to wait, so she slammed her hips back to meet his. Ben almost came right then. It took all his self control and everything he had every read online about sex to keep from blowing his load.
He sped up trying to keep up with her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. He knew sex would be good, but damn he wasn’t expecting it to be like this. He could feel her tightening her pussy muscles around his dick every time he plunged inside of her. He had his head tilted back, sweat dripping, moaning, hips pumping in and out. Maria couldn’t believe her luck. Ben was a quick study. He was catching on quickly to what she wanted.
Today marked the beginning of their relationship. He worked the rest of the summer for her. No one thought anything of it because of the divorce they all assumed that he was just taking care of the things that had been neglected since her husband left. They didn’t realize how close they were to the truth.
Ben spent his days being educated on the fine art of sex and S&M. Maria was a switch. She liked to dominate as well as submit. She taught Ben about role playing, bondage, group sex and much more.
The first time they had sex with someone else was when Ben’s two cousins came to visit that summer. He told Maria that he wouldn’t be able to visit for a week because they would be down. She ask him if he trust them. He answered quickly that yes they were as close as brothers. She told him to bring them by if he wanted.
Jay and Jeremy were twins and Ben’s cousins. They had been down about two days when Ben broke down and told them about Maria. Of course the news was followed by a round of attaboys. Then he dropped the bomb, telling them that they could go to her house with him to do “yard work” if they wanted to. They both readily agreed that they would all go the next day.
Ben called Maria to tell her they would be by early that morning. At 8 o’clock Ben rang her door bell. They left around 6 that afternoon. After each had filled every hole of her body several times. Maria was thankful for youthful resilience. She had never had three dicks in her at once. The twins being a little older had some experience, but they had nothing on what Ben had learned during the last few weeks.
After they were gone Maria laid in bed fucking herself with her dildo watching the tape they had just made. The boys all looked enough alike to be brothers, which made it that much better. She loved the way the three of them looked sliding their big hard dicks in and out of her. It was like watching gears of a clock, they had the timing just right. One would slide in as the other was sliding out. It was incredible to watch, but it felt a hell of a lot better. She was still sore so she just laid there gently pushing the toy in and out of her tender pussy, enjoying the feeling of their cum still dripping from her.
It was a wild summer to say the least. Ben got his car just before school, thanks to Maria. Ben wasn’t sure if she was going to brake it off now that he was back in school, but that wasn’t the case. He and Maria continued to play around until Ben went off to college. Ben dated so people wouldn’t get suspicious, but Maria was the only one he wanted. She understood how to make his body burn.
While Ben was in college he went home every holiday to visit Maria until the summer before his senior year. When he returned home Maria told him that it was time to end it. He needed to find his own way, his life was just beginning. She moved that July and Ben had not heard from her since.
It was the following school year that he started dating Lucy. He never told her about Maria. He didn’t know how, and he was scared that she wouldn’t understand. Now here he was getting ready to cheat on the only girl he has ever loved because of the need to play these games he learned so long ago. He didn’t understand why, but it was like he had to do it. He had to dominate someone. Maria had taught him the joy of controlling someone, and it has became a need inside of him.
Guilt stricken Ben goes home to his computer and logs on to the new site he has joined. The site is to help match people with others that have similar fantasies. Ben had put up a want ad of sorts a few days ago, not being able to stop himself anymore.
He was surprised to see that he already had seven responses, but one in particular caught his eye. She was new to the game, and that is one of the things he was looking for. Like Maria had done for him he wanted to mold someone to his tastes, while letting them find what suited them.
He typed a quick response telling the girl that if she was serious about wanting to get to know one another the first step was to text him a profile of herself along with a picture. The profile was to tell him what she thought she wanted out of the arrangement, and the picture was to be of her naked except for a pair of black high heels. The catch was that she had to be posed on the edge of a chair with her legs spread, and her hands on knees. This text had to be sent by 3 o’clock the next day. Not 3:01 or 3:30…3:00 or not at all.
He did this to make sure that the girl could follow directions. If she wasn’t able to follow the simple steps that he had laid out then he knew it wouldn’t work. He had too much at stake to risk picking the wrong person. So finished with the email he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy on his mind.
Lucy
Lucy wakes up exhausted, and fixes coffee for herself. She takes a sip of the first cup and thinks she might live. She sits down at the counter and eats a bowl of cereal, thinking that after she will go and delete her account. She can’t stand all of the waiting, and really Ben was everything she wanted…except in bed.
Lucy opens the page and signs on to her account. She finds the deactivate account button at the bottom of the screen, just before she presses it she notices that she has a message. Renewed hope courses thru her. She clicks on the mailbox and reads the message. It is asking her for a profile of what she wants out of the arrangement and a picture of herself. The guy is very particular about the way he wants these things sent and the time, but this isn’t a problem.
Lucy is excited as she goes about preparing for her picture. She starts by taking a long hot bubble bath. She files her nails as she soaks, thinking about what she will write for her profile. She finishes her nails and bathes, followed by shaving. She has a hard time deciding how she wants to shave her pussy, finally she just shaves it bare. Thinking he will be able to get a better look this way. After washing her hair she gets out. She takes her time drying her body with the large bath sheet. She likes the feel of the terry cloth against her skin, ruff yet soft.
When she’s dry she rubs ever inch of her body in baby oil. Then she wraps herself in the towel, and starts on her hair. Normally Lucy’s hair is a mess of curls, but today she wants something different. So she spends the next hour straightening her unruly hair. Next she paints her nails apple red. When they dry she does her make up. She doesn’t want to over do it so she added mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow for the smoky eye effect, red lip gross finishes off the look. She puts on peep toe black high heels, and goes to the living room.
She’s almost ready! She sets the timer on the camera, and gets on the chair. She is sitting on the edge as requested. Her legs are spread to almost a split position. At this angle her pussy is wide open, and last but not least she plants her hands on her knees, fingers spread. She takes three pictures in slightly different positions to make sure she has a good one. To her surprise she looked hot in all of them. Lucy isn’t use to taking such picture, or even really thinking of herself as sexy. So she was defiantly shocked by the way the pictures turned out. She was very happy with the results though, and she hoped her new friend would be too. Now time for the profile. Lucy sat and thought about it for awhile, and then just decided to be honest….I’m looking for someone to live out my fantasies with. Someone to take the reins and lead me to new heights. Will you be the one to push my limits? Serva…She thought it was short, sweet, and to the point. She waited until 2:45 to send the text. Not wanting to seem overly eager. Now she had nothing to do but wait on a reply from UrFutrDom.
Ben
Ben had woken early and went to the gym as he did most Saturday mornings. Today was different though, today he was trying to work off nervous energy. He couldn’t help but wait and wonder if Serva4u would reply in time.
After the gym he went home and took a shower, fixed breakfast, and headed to the park with his dog Bruce. Bruce was an American Boxer mix he had adopted after college. The dog was a big baby, and loved going to the park. Ben couldn’t think of anything else to pass the time, so he grabbed Bruce’s leash and they headed out.
After a few hours of playing catch, and running they were both worn out. Ben sat on a bench and Bruce sat at his feet. Both of them were catching their breath and relaxing after their work out. Ben had managed to forget about the text until he looked at his watch, it was 2:30. He grabbed his and Bruce’s things and started heading home.
When at home he let Bruce off his leash and head again for the shower. The spray of the hot water eased his mind, but he could stop thinking about his mystery woman. As he lathered his body he reached for his dick, stroking it up and down. The thoughts of having a relationship like the one he had experienced with Maria was to much for him. It didn’t take long before he came. He felt a hell of a lot more relaxed after his shower, but the excitement was still there.
After drying off he checked his computer for messages. It was 3:30 now, so it should be there or it wasn’t coming. Sure enough he had a new message from Serva4u. He read the profile while the picture was uploading. The profile was short, but promising. The picture didn’t take long to finish and he pressed the button to check it out.
He could tell by the thumb nail pic that popped up that she was in the right position. He couldn’t make out her features clearly thought, so he enlarged the picture. When he did he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the sexist women he had ever seen…his Lucy. He thought this must be a mistake or a joke. His Lucy would never do something like this. She was to sweet and innocent to think about the things he was asking her to do. He decided to play along with whoever had done this. He figured that someone had figured out that it was him and photo shopped the picture as a joke. He thought he was discrete, but maybe someone had seen him on the site at work. Either way he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Since he knows the person isn’t going to be eager to meet him he sets up a fake text number for them to chat. Thinking that he could lure information that would give him a clue to the persons identity. He writes a message back telling the person the number and the he will be expecting a text at 7 tonight.
Lucy
Lucy had gotten anxious sitting around waiting for a reply so she went grocery shopping. A task normally reserved for Sunday, but seeing as she had nothing else planned it seemed like a good idea. She took her time going up and down each isle regardless if she needed anything from that section or not. After a few hours she had everything she would need for the week. So she checked out and headed home.
As soon as the groceries were put away Lucy rushed to the computer. She was excited to see that he had written back. He wanted her to text him tonight at 7, she looked at the clock it was only a quarter past 5. She had no idea what to do with herself until then.
After straightening up the house, and redoing things just to pass time she decided to take a bath. A bubble bath always seemed to relax her. She turned on her iPod, grabbed a glass of wine, and ran the water. When the bath tub was full, she undressed and stepped in. The hot water, and chilled wine quickly took effect. Lucy closed he eyes and let the music carry her away.
She must have dozed off because when she woke the water was lukewarm. Looking at the time it was half past 6. She let out the water, quickly dried off, and throw on her robe. She went straight to the kitchen to fix herself another glass of wine, and decided at the last minute to just bring the whole bottle.
Back in her room she lays on top of the blanket on the bed. She has 5 minutes before she is suppose to text him. She can’t believe how naughty she feels. She sits her glass on the bedside table, and undoes her robe. She takes the phone at exactly 7 and types “Hi.” As she’s waiting for a reply she starts to trail her fingertips down her body. She reaches her breast first, she lifts them both in her hands feeling the weight. Slowly she begins to massage them. Working her finger to the nipple and squeezing gently.
It isn’t long before she hears the familiar ping of her phone. She opens her eyes and reaches over to pick it up. The text simply says, “I want to get to know you.” She replies that she is hoping that they will get to know each other very well. It didn’t take long before the ping came again. This time it reads “That is my hope also, you did very well with your first task. I was pleased with the picture and profile.”
Lucy was ecstatic she was hoping he would like them, but nervous that he wouldn’t. She didn’t receive much praise, the things she did were expected because she just always had. No one took the time to thank her, or make her feel appreciated. She didn’t realize how much she wanted a kind word here and there. She was a people pleaser, a natural submissive, but she was also a go-getter. If something needed to be done she just did it, no questions ask. She knew then that she needed this more than she had thought. She needed someone to take the load off her shoulders.
Lucy knew most people wouldn’t understand, but not having to think about every move and how it effected others would be a gift. She had read many books and articles on what it was to be a submissive, and they all sounded so appealing. She wanted this for herself and her sanity. This is the freedom that she sought.
Ben
Ben was floored the number that text him was Lucy’s. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it being her. He text her a few times, but nothing to leading. He just wasn’t sure what he would do if it was her. He wanted to share his real self with her, but he didn’t know how she would react. Right now he was still a stranger.
So he decided to ask her the big questions, why she decided she wanted to do this, and was she seeing anyone. Her reply took sometime coming, but when it did it read like this “ I decided to do this because I think this is the real me. I am responsible for a lot at work, and the people in my life. I like to please those around me, but the pressure gets to me. I want to have someone take that away, to make me feel as if the simple things count. I know that a submissive is praised and punished for their actions, and that is something I like the sound of… not expectations and disappointment. I want the release I think will come from this. To answer you second question, yes I have someone in my life. I love him very much, but he wouldn’t understand this. I don’t want to lose him, but I feel this is a need I can’t deny anymore. Is that a problem?”
Ben knew then that it was Lucy, and they were hiding the same secret. He didn’t know how he had missed this all this time. His sweet innocent Lucy needed to be loved in a way that he understood all to well. They continued texting all night and into the morning.
The texts went on for a couple weeks or more. When they talked on the phone or seen one another they acted as if nothing was going on. She never let on what she was doing, although when she looked at him there was a sadness in her eyes. He knew Lucy hated to lie and the guilt was probably the cause. He couldn’t come out and tell her that he was the one she had been talking to, but he had to let her know soon. That Friday night after their usual round of love making he went home and decided to end the game. If she went with what he was about to propose he knew that they would make it. They would be able to be together in the way they both wanted.
He text her saying “ You also mentioned in your first letter that you were interested in what I had to offer. Well I would like to meet you, and play a game. I have always wanted to try to role play a rape. You will have to leave a door or window unlocked for me, if your interested. It would be a fantasy come true for me. You will need a safe word, and understand I wont hurt you. If it gets to be to much you will only need to say the word and all play will stop.”
He sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes before he received a reply. “I have grown to trust you, but the thought both scares and excites me. I would like to try to do this. When were you thinking? My safe word will be apple.”
He is shocked that she is willing to do this, but his dick is so hard thinking about it that he can’t stop now. He tells her Saturday night. He asks her to send an address and to leave the back door unlocked. She asks a time, but he tells her that if he gave her that she would be expecting him. He said he wanted it to be as realistic as possible. She agreed to the terms and that ended the conversation.
They text the rest of the week, never again bring up their “date” for Saturday. They met on Friday as they normally do. This time was different though. She had circles under her eyes, he could tell she hadn’t been sleeping well. He knew it was his fault, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. He himself was wondering if this is the last time she would ever want to see him after tomorrow night.
When he got home he text and ask her if they were still on for tomorrow. She replied that they were. He knew then that she was worried about him, not the upcoming visit. The thought that he had been dragging this out instead of being honest with her was killing him. He hated knowing that he was the reason she had looked the way she had tonight. He was glad that tomorrow one way or the other it would be over.
Lucy
Saturday she went shopping. She went to an adult novelty store, she had never visited one before. Then again there were a lot of things Lucy had never done before. This was going to be a day of firsts for her. She ended up buying four scarves, a vibrating dildo, anal beads, lube, and of course lingerie… a black corset, a black crotchless thong, thigh highs, and black heels. She wanted to look sexy for him, but she made sure everything was made of lace so it would rip easily. The corset left her breast completely bare and stopped a few inches above her navel. The thong was see thru lace in the front with tiny ribbons tied on the sides. The thigh highs made her legs look like they went on forever, with help from the four inch heels of course. She looked like a classy hooker, but she loved the look.
Next she went to and got waxed, had her nails done, and lastly was her hair. By the time she made it home it was already 7 p.m.. She ate dinner, got a bath, and started preparing for the night. She laid out all of her new items on the bed, and got dressed. She put on some music as she done her makeup. She was still very nervous so she fixed herself a glass of wine and tried to relax.
After getting ready she laid on the bed, not exactly sure what she should be doing. She laid there thinking and watching the clock tick. The last time she looked at the clock it was 10:30, and then she drifted off to sleep.
Ben
Ben had been outside since about 8. He had parked down the street so she wouldn’t see his car. He walked into the backyard and hid in the bushes, watching her through the window. She looked so fucking hot getting dressed. He had never seen her in anything like that before. He wanted to walk in rip it off and spank her ass for hiding herself from him. His dick was so hard he could drive nails with it. He had to have her, but for this to work he had to wait. As hard as it was that is what he did. He waited for her to get good and asleep before he made his way into the house.
He walked in to the bedroom where Lucy slept. She looked so peaceful he almost hated to disturb her, he had to remind himself that is what he was there for. Ben walked quietly over to the bed, and chuckle under my breath. My little slut has went out and bought toys for us, how thoughtful. He looked at her wondering if he should have bought a mask. He knew she was going to freak out when she realized he was her Dom.
Lucy
Lucy was in a deep sleep. The mixture of excitement and wine had left her exhausted. She had wanted to wait up on “Dom” as she had begun referring to him, but her eyes had gotten so heavy there was no fighting anymore. She never heard him enter the house or room. She was dreaming of a handsome man fucking her into oblivion, making her cum back to back until she was to sore to move.
The next thing she knows she is startled out of her dream by someone blindfolding her. She is still in a daze and doesn’t realize yet what is going on. She is scared and cries out. The person doesn’t answer. She tries to think of all of the self defense moves she learned at the Y, but nothing is coming to her. She kicks and claws, but can’t see what she’s aiming for. She feels her hands being tied behind her back. She tries to struggle, but it’s no use this person is much stronger than her. She tries to clam down, and think. That’s when she remembers her “date.”
Ben
Ben is very excited. The way Lucy is fighting him you would think she didn’t know what was going on. She was really giving him hell, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He didn’t want to hurt her so he tied her hands behind her back. He liked the way she looked laying there dressed in her sexy outfit, silk scarves tied around her eyes and hands. She looked like a present just for him. He undressed while he watched her squirm. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do.
He crawled up the bed and knelled over Lucy’s mouth. When he tried to put his dick in she refused to open her mouth. He grabbed his dick and gently slapped her with it, rubbing her face and lips. She moaned and opened her mouth. Her warm wet tongue felt so damn good as she sucked him. He tried to go slow, but before long he was face fucking her hard. He was shocked how easily she deep throated him. He was getting into it, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Lucy must have realized it too because when he pulled back she started begging him to stop, but Ben had other plans. He pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits. Lucy opened her mouth and caught some of it. The rest was on her cheeks and chest. She looked so good covered in cum.
When he had finished emptying himself he got up. Lucy felt the bed shift, and ask him where he was going. He never spoke knowing she would recognize his voice if he did. He left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. There he found an ice bucket and filled it.
Ben returned to the bedroom ready to play. First he climbed back beside Lucy and started ripping off her clothes. Buttons popped and lace ripped as he went about undressing her. She kept telling him no that she would give him anything if he didn’t do this. He knew she was playing because she never said the safe word.
Lucy
Once she realized what was going on she really got into the act. She tried to deny him entrance to her mouth, but they both knew she wanted it. She loved the way he took control and fucked her face. Lucy had always loved the taste of cum, so she begged him to stop when she knew he was ready. She was happy he hadn’t listened. She could still feel his gooey spunk all over her. She wished her hands were free so she could taste more of it, or at least rub it into her skin. When he got up to leave she got a little nervous not knowing if he was done, or what he had in mind next. He wasn’t gone long before he returned and started ripping her outfit off. That made her so hot, her pussy was dripping thinking of what he might do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After her clothes were removed she felt him moving beside her.
She felt something wet and cold being dripped on her. The sensation surprised her at first, she barely had time to recover before she felt ice tracing the curves of her body. Everywhere the ice went his mouth followed. The sudden cold then hot had her shuddering. It was different, but it felt so good. She was moaning and in the same breath asking him to stop. Each time she did he would trace one of her nipples or her clit and then gently nibble on them. The more he done it the more she begged. It was such a turn on for her. She was on fire, but the constant rotation in spots kept her from reaching her peak.
He played a while longer before he nudged her to roll over. She did so with his help and got onto her knees. He propped pillows under her since she was only able to use her elbows. She heard him opening the toys and things she had bought earlier. She didn’t have a clue what he would use first, but she was excited none the less.
The next thing she felt was a sticky finger rubbing her puckered asshole. She knew he must have lubed it. He was working his finger inside her. Her virgin ass didn’t take long to open up. She was too horny to tense up. Before long he had two fingers working in and out of her. She was wiggling her ass, breathing out breathy no’s and stop’s.
He removed his fingers and she let out a sigh of disappointment. The fingers were soon replaced with the anal beads, and damn did they feel good. She was moaning again waiting on the next thing he had planned. The sound of the vibrator being turned on gave her a thrill. He ran it from her neck down she spine, giving her the shivers. Down he went rubbing the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy. She was shaking she was so ready to cum. He retraced the slit of her pussy a few times before inserting it into her. Ben turned the vibe onto the lowest setting insuring she wouldn’t get off from it.
This frustrated the hell out of Lucy. She needed to cum. She was done with the game. She was begging for release now. She wanted to feel him, and he didn’t keep her waiting. He turned off the vibe and placed it to the side. He took his place behind her and without any hesitations he plunged deep inside of her. She gave a moan of appreciation as he did. Ben started pumping as if his life depended on it. Lucy met him thrust for thrust. She was so close. Ben felt her tightening around him and knew she was ready to explode. He picked up the pace and just as Lucy started to cum, he started pulling out the anal beads. Her orgasm triggered his and they were both gone on that feeling. When they had both finished they collapsed on their sides, him spooning her trying to catch their breath.
After a long pause Lucy asks him to untie her. When he did she slowly removed her blindfold. She turns and takes a look at her “Dom.” She gasps when she sees Ben lying beside her. She can’t believe this man, her Ben is the one that just made her shatter.
They spend the rest of the night talking and fucking. They couldn’t get over how much they have in common. Things they never knew, they never knew. It was like meeting for the first time. They were both pleased that the other was so open and ready to travel down this road together.
That night changed everything for them. Ben and Lucy moved in together, and six months later were married. They have not been bored a minute since. They continue to play their games, and meet one another’s needs. Neither has returned to the site in which they met. They have everything they could want.
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Owning my Parents
Owning my Parents
At a somewhat early age, I became fascinated with the BDSM lifestyle. Just because a person becomes fascinated, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they have the ability to dominate or submit to another person. A person has to seek out the truth, and so…this is where my story begins…
I was 23 years of age, attending college and like a lot of students…to curb costs; I was living at home with my parents. Living at home had its good points and truly, only one bad point. The bad point…not too often, did I have the house all to myself. So, the only sexual enjoyment that I ever felt in my bedroom was between my hand and my cock and yes; my creative mind. The good points outweighed the bad points though. My mother cooked all of my meals, she did all of my laundry and as embarrassing as it sounds; she still made my bed. I was the only child and at my age, I was well aware that my mother still spoiled me. My father didn’t interrupt my mother’s enjoyment in spoiling me. My father wanted me to graduate so that I could eventually become gainfully employed…and too, he expected me to mow the lawn.
And so, my fascination began while I was writing my thesis on the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle. What would cause a person to want to serve another person in an un-conditional manner? What makes a person want to become enslaved to another person? Why would a person want to be disciplined as an adult? Many more questions came to my mind…and in time, through research alone, I was able to provide answers to my many questions. The part of my thesis that I enjoyed the most was when I was able to interview those who were active participants in the lifestyle. I was able to gain insight, a sense of understanding into both the submissive and dominant roles. I could easily see myself in the dominant role…and so, my creative mind, to include my hand; I masturbated on a regular basis.
I completed my thesis…I graduated with a Master’s degree and became gainfully employed. I eventually moved into my own apartment. On the day of my move, my mother cried…my father gave me a firm handshake. I knew that my parents were proud of me; I knew that they loved me.
Eventually, I learned how to cook. I learned how to do my own laundry and every morning; I made my own bed. I was truly enjoying my independence…and still, I only lived on the other side of town from my parents. On the few occasions when I dated…if the opportunity presented itself, I was able to bring my date into my home and into my bedroom. Remembering my research on the BDSM lifestyle…I often found myself wanting to introduce the lifestyle to my dates; I wanted to dominate them. It just never materialized…and so, my creative mind along with my hand often made contact. I came to the realization that I wasn’t going to meet anyone, say…in the mall or at the ball park…or in the same company as I worked in.
One of the questions I asked the participants during my research was “how” people connected. They always mentioned the inter-net. I found myself joining a web-site that they had mentioned. And so, in the quietness of my home, I began to search for the right person…and I was amazed that there were other people in my small conservative community that shared the same interests as I did. The first thing I did after joining…I used the search engine and typed in the word “submissive.” The age factor became an issue…eventually, I had to widen the parameter and more and more personal ads came into view.
I was pleased to see that most everyone who had placed a personal ad also, had included a few photos. Aside from a small description, they listed a number of activities that they were interested in pursuing. My heart was beating a mile a minute…in the back of my mind; I was hoping that I was going to find my soul mate. Out of curiosity alone, I widened my search…I had noticed that there were couples who had placed personal ads. “Go figure,” I said to myself, “there are submissive bi-sexual couples.”
Again, I was finding myself becoming fascinated with the many colorful personals that I was reading. And then my jaw fell to the floor…an image of my father and mother came into view. I couldn’t believe my eyes. In one photo, my father and mother were standing side by side; fully clothed…my yard was in the background of the photo! A few partially nude photos showed both my parents wearing collars. Another photo had them standing side by side, naked with their backs facing the camera lens. Then another photo showed them standing in front of the camera lens; they stood completely naked. I had never seen my parents in this state of dress…or lack, thereof. After viewing their photos…I found myself reading the interests that they wanted to pursue.
I turned my computer off… and stepped away. I was fully aware that I had taken the time to view my parent’s photos; I had read their bios. What was I going to do? How was I supposed to react? Stepping away from the computer…I was hoping that I was going to wake up from a dream…returning to my computer, re-visiting the web site; my parents personal again came into view.
My parent’s personal ad: “My husband and I are seeking to build a Master/slave relationship that is perfectly tailored for us and for the man that will eventually own us. We are a married bi-sexual couple, very much committed and in love with each other. We are both very willful, energetic people…however; we both believe that we were wired from birth, to serve a man in an unconditional way. We are both strong-minded and intelligent, career minded…our child has graduated from college; we seek to serve a man in an unconditional manner.
Both my husband and I are seeking a kind and yet, firm Master…his word to us will be law. We hope to find a Master that will push us to becoming better people, than we already are. Together, my husband and I are seeking to build a deep, loving bond that is more powerful than any vanilla relationship could ever be.
My husband and I are not jealous of each other…so we have no problems sharing and being shared by our Master. We seek to be trained in such a way, that we’ll both be able to anticipate your needs; we want to exceed your expectations. We both want to be close to you…we want to feel that we are equally necessary in your life. We want you to know that the simple, the mundane things that are beneath you, are in the hands of your capable slaves so that you may focus your concerns on greater things.
We are hopeful that you will appreciate our level of intelligence…our level of devotion and obedience. We are seeking a strong friendship/relationship and the security that goes with it. We are not looking to be shared with another person…or group of people. We expect our Master to be disciplined and very strict in matters of obedience. We expect to be molded through whatever means you deem necessary…so that we may become your perfect slaves. Speaking for myself, I know that the training will be hard…you will have to break this willful personality of mine…and though I may fight back; I expect all of my limits to be pushed until I fulfill your desires.
My husband and I are masochists, we respect bondage and we both get turned on by having control taken out of our hands. We wish to have our normal habits, train of thought and rituals removed…we will respect and always speak to our Master in a respectful and polite way. A collar is the most sublimely beautiful form of jewelry and we both feel it’s an exquisite symbol of devotion.
Experience isn’t a necessity…we ourselves are new to this lifestyle.”
Each and every time I stood up and moved away from the computer…with every passing day; I found myself returning to the web-site. Each and every time that I read their bio and looked at their photos…I knew that I was becoming more and more aroused. I was seeing my parents in a different light, so to speak…aside from their smiles; I began to notice how attractive they both were.
My father was nearing 50 years of age…having been a mailman all of his life; he kept himself in shape. He had a vast array of hobbies…he had a passion for fishing, playing golf; he supported me in everything I chose to do. Looking at my father in the photo, standing side by side with my mother…I couldn’t help but notice his naked form. He wasn’t muscular, his hair was slowly turning to gray…he stood 6’1” and he weighed close to 195lbs. His cock was visible in the photo, limp and covered by pubic hair…and I began to wonder if he was the same size as I was. My father was bi-sexual?? Up to this point in my life…I had never been attracted to a man. But I had to admit, my father’s ass was cute…nicely shaped.
My mother’s smile was seen in the photos…the same smile I had grown to love. My mother’s smile had provided me with such comfort and security. She was a nurse in the Emergency Room…having spent most of her life, helping those in need. And now, I was seeing my mother’s naked form. I had never seen my mother naked before…or for that matter, semi-naked. She always dressed in a very conservative way…even her bathing suit was a 2-piece. I couldn’t help but notice that my mother’s breasts were somewhat small in size…as a baby I knew that I had sucked her nipples for nourishment. My mother’s stomach was flat. Below her waist…a patch of pubic hair prevented me from seeing her pussy. Her ass was nice, round…and I began to wonder if my mother had ever had anal sex before.
After learning about my parent’s interest in the lifestyle…I tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. It was difficult to hear my mother’s voice on the phone. She continually asked me generalized questions…about my new job…if I was keeping company with any special lady… if I needed anything…to make sure that I made time to visit, to have dinner with them. For those times when I had dinner at their home…that time proved to be very difficult. At the dinner table…though they were fully clothed and carrying on a normal conversation; I envisioned them being naked. When my father and I retired to the living room to watch television…though he was speaking to me, I wasn’t hearing his voice…I wondered about his bi-sexuality; I wondered about his submissive desire to serve. When my mother made her appearance in the living room…I wanted her to be seated at my knees.
Whether it was a right thing to do or not…I found myself masturbating to the thought of dominating my parents. I loved my parents…I didn’t view sex or sexual pleasure as being dirty or nasty. Though I had no experience in the lifestyle, I knew in my heart that I respected the roles. I just needed the opportunity…and if given the opportunity; I knew that I would find peace and resolve.
The more I thought of my parents…within my mind; I became confident. Could I persuade my parents to conform to my thoughts and wishes…could I actually have any sexual contact with my parents? I knew in my heart, that yes…I could persuade my parents to meet, to exceed my expectations…and yes, I wanted to expose myself to their sexuality. I wanted to exercise my right in disciplining them…I wanted to be the sole reason for their obedience.
On the wall of my mother’s kitchen hung a wooden paddle…it simply read, “fanny whacker.” On many occasions, in my mother’s kitchen…I had felt the sting of that paddle, along with my mother’s determination and strength. My father wore a belt for only two reasons. One reason was to hold his pants in place around his waist. The other reason was to strap my naked butt…and he was quite proficient in accomplishing that task. Yes, I grew up knowing that if I had mis-behaved or was seen as being a bratty kid…then without question; I knew that my parents would discipline me. I can never remember a time when I didn’t cry like a baby after a spanking…and always; I knew that my parents loved me.
I can recall the last time I masturbated; my parents were of course, the subject of my thoughts. It was in the morning hours…the night before, I had masturbated with my parents in mind…now, 7 hours later; they were again in my thoughts. My cum had flown from my pee slit…my voice had risen in pleasure and I lay peacefully in my bed, though un-satisfied. I then stood in my shower…I had found my confidence and I needed answers. I phoned my mother and asked if I could come over that night for dinner.
My mother cooked a beautiful dinner…both my father and mother knew that I had something important to say to them. Throughout dinner, they tried to get it out of me…as to what I wanted to say. I repeatedly told them that what I had to say could wait until after dinner. I realized as I was speaking to them, that my voice was precise and sharp. I knew they were being persistent because they cared for me; they loved me. At long last, it seemed as if my parents came to the realization that I was only going to speak to them when I was ready to talk…and they seemed to take a submissive approach in being silent. I felt empowered…and from that moment forward, I controlled the subject matter for everything that was said at the dinner table.
After dinner, my father and I went into the living room to watch television. Just like clockwork, when my mother had cleaned up the kitchen; she joined us. I asked my father to shut off the television…and when the room grew silent; I mentioned the web site. My mother’s eyes grew wide…in fact; she had a horrified expression on her face. My father looked into my mother’s direction…as if he was seeking guidance from her. I had to repeat my question twice, “has anyone responded to your personal ad?” My mother’s eyes were blinking furiously, and in a soft voice, I heard her say, “A few people have…but, we haven’t met with anyone.”
And so, my parents had only been communicating with others via e-mail. I also found out that my parents curiosity was reached because of my thesis. My mother explained to me that she had read my notes, then the final draft…that she had shared this information with my father. They were seeking something new in their marriage. They were already aware of their bi-sexual interests…from time to time my mother explained to me, that they had engaged in an open marriage concept. All throughout our conversation, my father had remained quiet. In many ways, this was an expected trait of my father…he often would let my mother take the lead.
My thesis had proven itself to be a very powerful tool. And so, I explained myself to my parents. “I need to learn more about the lifestyle and I realize that I can’t without exposing myself to someone. It’s finding that person or persons that can be difficult. But, I need to learn the truth behind my feelings.” I was aware for the first time, that my parents had read my thesis…and I quickly came to the realization, that they must had listened to my words; to my emotions.
This is when my father spoke up, “Terry, I know this must be a surprise to you. But, are you upset because your mother and I wrote the personal? Are you upset because we want to pursue this lifestyle?”
“No, I’m not upset.” Looking into my father’s eyes, I heard myself say, “I want to be your mentor, your dominant…I want you and mom to be my slave, my servant; I want to be your Master.”
The living room grew very quiet. There was no turning back…a very eerie and uncomfortable moment seemed to go on forever. It was my mother who finally broke the silence, “Terry, that’s impossible. We’re not experienced in the lifestyle…but we know that it involves sex and sexual pleasure. What you’re asking…is that we engage ourselves in a pre-meditated incestuous relationship.”
I was expecting this question. Before the idea was even considered, I had thought of the incest implications. “We know each other…were not strangers. There’s a risk and safety factor that should be considered…and I’m speaking for myself, as well as for you. It only makes sense that we discover the lifestyle together. My goal is to build a bond…so that you and dad can feel safe enough and feel connected with me so that you’re able to unleash your create minds and give yourselves to me…and yes, I want to focus my attention on your wants, needs and fantasies.” I allowed my few words to settle into their brains. And then, I continued. “Many people view incest as being an abusive situation…mostly because an older family member is pushing themselves on a younger person of the same family. I understand that. In my mind, there’s no difference between that situation and a person who rapes an unwilling person. What I find appealing is that we’re consensual adults…we already trust each other, we already can define our love for each other…so in my mind; it feels right.”
My attention turned to my father. “Ok Terry…I’m putting you on a pedestal so to speak. How would you even begin to dominate me?”
My answer came very quick. “You need to acknowledge my voice…when I speak; you have to accept that I’m your authority. Questioning my authority in any slight way…I will discipline you.” My father was looking straight into my eyes as I was speaking. “Go into the kitchen and bring me the fanny whacker.” A moment or two passed…I heard my mother gasp…and yet, my father stood up and left the living room towards the kitchen.
When my father was away from ear shot, I turned my attention towards my mother. “After I’ve given Hank his spanking…you can expect a trip over my lap.” My mother didn’t say a word…however, her eyes grew very wide.
I was empowered…I’m not sure how all of this transpired, but it was unfolding right before my eyes. My father returned to the living room and in his hand, he held the fanny whacker. My heart was beating a mile a minute. In my mind, I had rehearsed this moment…but now, the moment was at hand. I knew my father was testing me…I sensed from the beginning that he was expecting me to relinquish what little control I was trying to grasp. Standing to my right side, I reached out…quite true, I simply reached out and began to undo my father’s pants. My hands were shaking…my heart was beating a mile a minute. He stood motionless…and I was acutely aware that his erection was showing. I began to feel my cock stiffen…the only sound, aside from my heavy breathing and my mother’s gasps, was my father’s zipper being lowered. At last, he was standing wearing nothing but his white underwear.
I didn’t ask my father to place himself across my lap…I told him to place himself over my lap. I allowed my mind to recall the many times I had felt the fanny whacker…and my intent was not to “pay back” those painful memories. Those spankings that I had endured were earned…and my parents had always disciplined me with love. My father’s weight was over my lap…his erection was felt against my body. I looked at my mother…she was seemingly in a state of shock. I had never spanked anyone prior…but, I wanted to own my parents. I wanted to experience the moment, to test the truth of my thoughts…and so, my hand raised itself and the sound of the paddle making contact with my father’s bottom echoed throughout the living room.
The spanking had begun and my father quickly realized that his spanking wasn’t to be seen, as being a game. I held my father in place…I placed my leg up over his legs, seemingly pinning him in place and my voice was then heard. “From this moment forward, if I have to correct your behavior, or question your level of obedience…you will be properly disciplined.”
Spank! I wasn’t using my strength…I didn’t need to. The fanny whacker was made of a hard wood…and when it connected, the sound was distinct…and too, the sound of the recipient, as was the case of my father; his cries were sincere.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! A quick procession of spanks…and each time the fanny whacker was felt; my father cried out.
I have no idea how many times the paddle connected to my father’s covered bottom…the number didn’t matter to me; I was seeking results. My father had remained over my lap…and I knew without question, if he truly wanted to escape; he could have. I had purposely spanked his thighs…and the unquestionable impression of the fanny whacker was seen against his white skin. My father was whimpering when I began to tug down his underwear. “Any and all spankings will always be completed on your bare bottom.”
The sensation of feeling my father’s erection against my body was incredible…there was no denying it; I wanted to enjoy my father’s cock. With my father’s underwear down around his ankles…I glanced over at my mother. She looked at me…without any words being said; it was as if she was aware that soon…she was going to be over my lap…receiving the same type of punishment. I thought it was interesting…tears were rolling down her cheeks. The fanny whacker took on a different type of sound…as it connected with my father’s bare bottom.
Spank!
And too, my father cried out…his voice; his anguish was heard in a different tone. And my hand continued to raise itself…again, my strength wasn’t my concern, it was the number of times the whacker came into contact with my father’s bare bottom. I was looking for the results…and soon after his underwear had been lowered…I came to the conclusion that my father had had enough. The whacker had left numerous marks on his ass cheeks and thighs…simple reminders that he was properly spanked by his son…and that feeling would be felt into his tomorrow. When I told my father to get up…when he was facing me, I saw the tears flowing down his cheeks. I also noticed his erection…it was quite attractive.
I pointed to a corner, “Go stand in that corner…and make sure your nose touches the corner.” My father struggled for those few feet, while his pants and underwear remained around his ankles. At long last, he stood in the corner with his hands down by his side. “Touch, rub or caress your bottom…and I promise you a return trip over my lap.”
My cock was straining to be released from the confines of my pants. There was no doubt in my mother’s eyes…she was acutely aware of my state of arousal. “Helen, I want you to approach me…stand to my right side.”
My mother kept saying over and over again, “Please no…I can’t do this.” At one point, my father looked over his shoulder. “Hank, if you remove your nose from that corner…trust me when I say this; you will feel the belt.” My father quickly obeyed me; my confidence was building.
I wasn’t going to stand up, I wasn’t going to approach my mother…my intent was not to force her to obey. My intent was to have her come to me, on her own free will. My voice was clear and precise. “You’re going to stand to my right side. You’re going to accept your punishment…and as I told Hank, if ever you misbehave or are seen as being dis-obedient; I will properly punish you. Now…stand up and approach me.”
My mother’s body was trembling…and I’m sure my father had a hard time staying in the corner…as it was; he was twitching from one foot to the next. When my mother was at my right side, I immediately began to work on the snap of her slacks…and I’m quite sure that my father had heard my mother’s zipper being lowered. With my mother’s slacks down around her ankles…I couldn’t help but notice the soft color of pink; her panties were beautiful. I could tell that she had a good bush protecting her pussy…the mound of her pussy against her panties was prominent.
I assisted my mother over my lap…already, she was crying. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware…was she able to feel my erection; her pink panty clad bottom was very appealing. Using my hand…I spanked; I covered my mother’s panty clad bottom with my hand. I noticed that my father had in fact, snuck a peek.
My mother’s thighs were pink…when I took the whacker in my hand, when I placed the wood against my mother’s panty clad bottom, it’s as if she was aware that a new painful sensation was about to be felt. She cried in earnest…her legs began to kick…and I made sure the sound of the whacker echoed off from the walls…followed by her high pitched wail.
Spank!
My strength again wasn’t the issue…I was seeking results. I had to place my leg over my mother’s kicking legs…and then, I gave her 10 sharp spanks using the whacker. Each time the whacker connected with her panty clad bottom…she wailed out in distress. When I reached for the waist band of my mother’s panties…her legs remained passive, she was crying and pleading with me…slobbering her words amidst her tears. To no avail…the two globes of my mother’s ass cheeks came into view. My mother’s ass crack came into view…and I readily noticed that the spanking she had already received had left her bottom quite red.
The same impressions that were left on my father’s ass cheeks and thighs…were clearly seen on my mother’s ass cheeks and thighs. I wanted my mother to feel the spanking into her tomorrow…and when my mother’s spanking was completed, I realized that she had no fight left in her. Beautiful marks were seen against both of her ass cheeks…the whacker had done its job.
When my mother was off my lap…I instructed her to place the hassock in the center of the room. It was an amazing scene…while my mother cried; she simply obeyed my every word. When I told her to approach my father…to remove his belt from his pants; she obeyed me. The belt was handed to me…interesting enough; my mother had doubled it prior to giving it to me.
“Hank, remove yourself from the corner. Helen, step into the corner…and make sure your nose stays in the corner. Move away from the corner and you’ll get the same lickin that Hank is about to get.” My father’s eyes grew very wide. And yet, he approached the hassock. “Over the hassock…and when you feel this belt biting into your ass and thighs, maybe you’ll come to the understanding that I’m taking ownership of you and Helen.”
My father’s ass was centered over the hassock…his arms were outstretched and seemingly he was trying to reach for the carpet…his legs were kicking in the air. With the belt in my hand…I gave my father 15 hard strokes of the belt. New marks appeared on his ass cheeks and thighs…my aim and strength was justified; my father cried out in pain. Yet, he didn’t move…he accepted his punishment. My mother remained in the corner…not once, did she look back over her shoulder. She remained passive, submissive…and continued to sob.
I allowed my father to remain over the hassock until his crying came to an end. It was an amazing feat…and an amazing discovery; I was energized and to be perfectly honest; I was horny! When my parents had stopped crying…they stood before me. “This isn’t just about sex and sexual pleasure…this is about your state of mind, as well as my state of mind. I’m going return to my apartment…after I leave, you both will get yourself ready for bed. You will have no sexual contact of any kind…this includes masturbating. If you masturbate or have any sexual contact…I will expect you to admit to this tomorrow morning. I’ll be here at the 9 o’clock hour and I will expect a hearty breakfast.”
I then left my parents alone in their living room. My cock was aching…willing itself to be freed from the confines of my pants. My orgasm came quickly…lying in my bed, recapturing the nights events; I was ready to take complete ownership of my parents. I no longer would ever need to masturbate again. They were going to be responsible for my pleasure…they were going to be the reason for my orgasm’.
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