les histoires de chrislebo

Dee took Sam's breasts in her hands and started to rub them with her palms, cupping them and nibbling at her nipples. She bent down, placing kisses on her ********* boobs. Her tongue snaked out and licked Sam's taut nipples while her hands grabbed her ********* buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Dee playfully rubbed a finger around Sam's asshole. Her ******** just moaned and arched her back to offer herself more completely to the caress. But Dee wasn't interested for the time being by Sam's butt!

Dee got on her knees and kissed Sam's belly, gliding her mouth down until Sam started to purr... She reached up and ran her finger over the dripping wet slit. It was a classical image but it was absolutely true, with droplets sliding on Sam's thighs. Dee caught a few of them on her finger and slicked it clean. Sam's love juices were nectar! She slipped her finger inside the source. It was an oven, filled with molten lava! She continued her upward movement to press against Sam's clit. Her ******** wriggled and moaned softly. Dee stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. They felt into a tight loving embrace.

Still hugging together, they walked into the shower and Dee went with her ******** into the hot spray. Both of them really enjoyed hot showers and baths. It has been always a point of disagreement with Abbie who preferred more temperate temperature. He accompanied his mate to the hammam but never to the sauna. For the time being, Dee and Sam enjoyed to be together, their slippery bodies still tightly entwined. They were letting the water pound down upon them. Dee lifted her right knee to rub her thigh against Sam's, gradually pushing it higher. She grabbed Sam's buttocks in her hands to steady herself. Sam opened her legs wider so that her ******* slender thigh could reach up to her pussy. Sam groaned and raised her right knee too until they were both on one foot and clutching one another for dear life.

Sam was not such an acrobat and she let her leg down. She began playing with Dee's nipples. The ****** kissed her ******** passionately, cupping her face between her palms. Sam moaned as they ground their hot bodies together. Both of the girls were in heat and needed more, much more to satiate their bodies

Dee pushed Sam gently down onto the floor still under the shower and moved her into 69 position. Dee could taste Sam's love juices as her tongue plunged deeply into her twat. Her ******** moaned loudly as Dee flicked her clit back and forth. Their legs wrapped around each other's head. Dee's tongue ran deeper into Sam's clit as her fingers pumped into Sam's tight and very wet love hole.

Dee called Janet and asked her to fetch a bucket with ice cubes. They has an American fridge which produced ice to freshen ******. Dee placed several cubes in her mouth and bent down. She started to lick Sam's pussy. Cold water was oozing from her mouth. The first time a little cold water dribbled on her twat, Sam screamed but she soon became accustomed to feel Dee's cold tongue licking so deliciously her clit. She encouraged her ****** to continue :

- Oh mom, it's soooo good! Please continue!

Dee didn't reply but she pushed half a dozen ice cubes more in her mouth. They were melting fast! She placed her mouth on her ********* love hole and pushed a ice cube inside. Sam screamed and arched her back but didn't try to escape. On the contrary, she placed her hands on her pussy and drew her nether lips aside to offer herself.

- Yes, Mom, fill my pussy with ice cubes and then push a big dildo into it!

Dee obliged immediately. She had a collection of dildos in her night stand like her ********s. She used it when Abbie wasn't there but also to tease him. It was so fun imagining Abbie shared her with another black man who rammed his cock up her ass while Abbie fucked her cunt and another black man used her mouth! She had no real special preferences about black, yellow or white cocks but she had read so many stories about big black cock loving sluts that it had become one of her favorite fantasies.

She picked up the big vibrator and switched it on. Sam soon began to moan and beg. She was caressing her nipples and the inner of her thighs with it, nudging the entrance of her pussy and her clit but never letting it enter her greedy twat. She continued her tease for a long time, causing Sam to tense and whimper helplessly. Dee added several more ice cubes into Sam's hole.

She immediately pushed the dildo inside her ********* belly. It pushed back the ice cubes onto her cervix but when she switched it to high speed, Sam screamed and arched her back upward. She began pumping the vibrator in and out quickly, while nipping with her teeth and sucking Sam's big boobs. Dee's ******** was writhing and pressing her hands on her pussy to feel better the vibrator humming in her twat.

- Oh Mom, I'm about to cum! Just continue and push it into me harder and quicker!

- I love you, baby! Come for your ******, come for me!

Sam started to tense as Dee kissed her very attractive mouth and plunged her tongue inside. Dee had lit a big candle to give the room a more festive look. She grabbed it and let a few droplets of wax fall on Sam's breasts. Her ******** screamed as if she had been branded! The burn feeling, although quite mild was sufficient to push her over the edge with a loud scream. She pummeled herself on the bed as Dee continued to cover her breasts with molten wax. When she covered Sam's nipples with it, her ******** entered in convulsion. The convulsions continued a long time but Dee had another idea. She poured some wax onto her ********* pussy. Sam entered in a real frenzy.

- Do it, Mom, pour some was on my pussy lips! I want you to do it!

- No, love. I wouldn't like to damage you. Don't forget you are just the organization property and that Justin owns you. He would not like me to inflict burns on such a sensitive zone!

Dee had another fantasy with her ********. She took in the fridge a half bottle of Champagne, uncorked it swiftly and pushed it between her cunt lips. She asked Sam to lift her belly and let the wine pour out of the bottle into her twat. Dee placed a cushion under her ********* back to help her. She hastily pulled out the bottle and covered her pussy with her mouth. The Champagne oozed out of her pussy and she drank it greedily, ******** and licking it in haste. The last ice cubes kept the wine cold. It was a pity to mix Champagne with ice cubes but adding more than a zest of girl cum made it an inebriating cocktail!

- Oh Mom, The bubbles tickle my pussy. It's so delicious! I'll offer you champagne in that way often! Maybe we could have a party with the four of us filled with champagne and with a cork like dildo keeping it inside until our guest requested a sip of it!

- Why not but a very small party as you cannot accommodate a full bottle inside you.

- We'll just ask Abbie to refill us regularly!

Dee had other ideas to play with ice and her ********s. She sat Samantha still naked in front of the fridge and tied her on her seat, bending down over the back. She put a blindfold onto her eyes. She took an ice cream cone from the fridge and rubbed it on Sam's boobs. Her ******** screamed in surprise, then started to shiver and moan as she enjoyed the unusual caress on her breasts. Dee was pushing the tip of the cone onto Sam's nipples. They grew taut quite fast, swelling until they looked like raspberries.

The ice cream was starting to melt down and rivulets of cold cream were dribbling down from the nipples. Dee bent over and slowly began to lick it off, following the trail with her tongue and lingering on Sam's rigid nipple. Samantha seemed to really enjoy it. She groaned softly when Dee spilled some of the ice cream into her belly button and licked it with her tongue swirling around inside. Samantha was waiting for her ******* next move. She knew that her ****** had a very fertile mind.

Dee parted Sam's love lips and let a big block of ice cream fall straight into it. She let the lips close on the block. The cold contact made Sam's back arch to the sky. She waited until it was melted down before bending over. She kissed and licked her ********* cunt until it was clean and Sam was begging for more.

Dee took afterward in the fridge a sorbet short stick. It was cylindrical, just the perfect shape to fit into Sam's tight love hole. She plunged it into her cunt. The surprise of feeling such a cold intruder made Sam whimper and scream in surprise. Dee was using the stick like a dildo and after the initial shock, her ******** seemed to like it more and more as time passed and the sorbet began to melt down. Cream was beginning to ooze from her pussy and Dee leant forward to lick Sam's lips clean. Dee pulled slowly the stick out. The sorbet was dripping. Dee positioned carefully the stick and let the cold cream drop onto her clit. Sam roared as if she had been branded with a red hot iron. The unexpected cold contact on her most sensitive bud was enough to throw her over the edge. She climaxed for a long time as her ****** licked her clit.

The door opened suddenly and Abbie entered followed by his whole team.

- We get away and immediately, you transform this apartment into a den of vice, Dee, and with your ********s to make it worse!

- When the tom-cat is not there... You preferred that wretched Cricket game to fucking your mates!

- Nope: We've lost!

- Don't worry, darling : now, we know how to spend time together without our mates! Maybe we can have a night out together every month or so if you don't mind. You may have your own night out if you want!

- With Tyrone, Al and Justin, no, thanks, darling, except for a pint of beer, of course! I don't play in that division : I prefer girls! But you're free to dally with your ********s, if you want! Now, after your little warm up, maybe we could move to other games?

- I was desperate you would never think to it!

Dee rolled on her bed and asked coyly to Abbie.

- Will you carry me to our bed or do you want me on the terrace in the open?

- A good whore is always ready to service a man, especially her mate, anywhere, any time and any how! We'll start on the terrace and move to the bedroom later!

- What are you waiting for to start, Abbie?

Singaporean experience

Ying Tsou was awakened by the first rays of the morning sun. Her ****** had accustomed her to wake up early and she always left the curtains of her bedroom open. She was a Singaporean Chinese woman, 28 years old. She had a very sexy body with long black straight hair she often combed meticulously. She had a smooth tanned skin, voluptuous lips, nice 38C tits and a firm pert butt. Her appearance could turn on a guy easily. She was the heir of a rich Chinese family in Singapore.

One year ago, her appearance was somewhat different but she was bored to death and even thought of suicide. Her husband had taken refuge in **** addiction. He hadn't touched her for more than a year and never even tried to sire an heir. In fact, he had taken her cherry on the night of their wedding and he had waited three months before spending another moment with her and he hadn't even tried to fuck her then. He rarely even gathered enough energy to share a meal with his wife. Fortunately, his wealth was invested in very sure and well managed funds. Money wasn't a problem for the family but Ying was definitely unhappy.

She had heard of a nearby house of pleasure named the Chinese brothel where many important men in Singapore spent a few hours or a full night with the prostitutes there. Her family had been always very uptight and she couldn't imagine how a woman could demean herself enough to accept to receive strangers and fuck them for money! One of her friends, Yen Chia had explained her that the whore house worked with ********* foreign girls who were kept prisoners under the guard of very strict wardens. The house was maintained just through bribery of the local police officers and judges...

Yen's description had spurred Ying's interest. She had decided to visit the whore house. Her servants tried to dissuade her from getting to such a seedy place but she had been adamant. The house was of easy access, far from the seedy description Yen had made. It was opulent, perfectly clean and the girls didn't appear to be ****** slaves. On the contrary, they seemed to be happy, laughing with customers or between them. They were obviously trying to lure customers into lending them for a quarter of an hour of for longer periods but that was to be expected of them.

Her eyes were attracted by a bill announcing a show named "Inmates in the death row" with four stage actors. The bill presented their faces : all of them were white buxom women, with a family appearance and similar hour glass figures. One of them, named Dee seemed a bit older than the other ones : their eldest sister or ****** but she would have had to have her ******** rather early: she looked forty and the oldest seemed twenty five and the two other one must have been around twenty. Curiosity made Ying pay to see the show.

She discovered a reconstructed jail house with seven girls as inmates. Dee and probably her ********* were free in their cells but the other girls were manacled to their bunks. All the cells were apparently locked. At the beginning, all the girls were laying on their cots, on *****. A warden came, rattling his keys against the bars. The girls, at this signal, pushed away their rough brown comforter and appeared in their prison uniform, an orange tiny cropped tee shirt with holes in it, leaving their breasts completely bare. On the tee shirts, spectators could see in black letters : Singapore death row and just a number. An orange sticker in the shape of a sheriff star barely covered their areolas with the nipple protruding in a hole at the center. An orange string thong completed the outfit. The string was completely hidden between the girl's ass cheeks. In the front, a tiny orange band less than half an inch wide was trying to hide the girl's pussy, but the fabric was pushed between the girl's cunt lips. The men watching a girl in such revealing outfits seemed to get mad, hollering loudly.

Dee and her ********* had a distinctive peculiarity. Their cunts were perfectly shaven and ornamented with tattoos in red letters : Abbie's, Tyrone's, Al's or Justin's whore. Ying had seen in the entrance of the whore house a beauty parlor where women could be shaved and tattoed in the same way. Men queued with their wives and girl friends to have them marked in the same way!

Customers wearing warden uniforms entered the cells as if they were doing an inspection, a very close inspection as they snaked their hands into the skimpy tops of the girls, mauling mercilessly their breasts. Some of the girls screamed and writhed in pain but Dee and her ********* seemed really to enjoy being mistreated that way, pushing their breasts in the hands of their visitors. The girls were ass fucked by the wardens but it really looked not to be painful for Dee and her ********* who seemed to enjoy a lot to be so crudely mauled.

Ying had developed a fascination for Dee and she came several times to watch her being fucked by the wardens and then by paying customers wearing warden uniforms. The fifth time, she couldn't stand the stress any more. She asked to be allowed to meet Dee in her cell. There was an indecision moment. Dee whispered something to the chief warden who collected the fees. He went out to search for something and came back with a sorry face ! They didn't have small enough uniforms for Ying! She was so evidently despaired that Dee spoke again to the chief warden who offered Ying to put on an inmate uniform. It was obscenely revealing but the Chinese woman was desperately turned on. She would have agreed to anything to be given the release she needed so badly!

Ying was led out of stage to change. The chief warden asked her one more time whether she was ready for such a public exhibition, reminding her that she would be an outcast in her very conservative circles but she told him she didn't care. Ying was led in chains to Dee's cell. When she was freed from her fetters, she felt as if she was born again, delivered from the burden of her previous boring life. She opened herself completely to Dee. She was a very bright woman, very caring and gentle who throve to make her at ease. She instantly felt better she had been since her wedding. She didn't want to leave her.

When the men queuing to fuck Dee who seemed in high demand, even more than her younger *********, began to moan and groan in frustration, Dee proposed Ying to receive her share of customers. They would entertain her and she would earn much money. Ying didn't care for the money but she didn't want ti retrieve her previous dull life. She knew that several men she personally knew were in the assistance and her reputation would be destroyed if she agreed to become publicly a whore but she didn't want to continue such a life! She even considered becoming another whore in that house. She followed a warden to an empty cell and listened when he announced that the death row had just received another inmate who would start servicing paying customers immediately. Her heart was beating pretty hard in her chest when a dozen men presented themselves to the warden. Her future had been dramatically changed by her actions in just a few minutes.

The first man to enter her cell was... Ying's own ******! She was mesmerized, expecting to be scolded, beaten or even ****ed on the spot. The shame on her family would be almost unbearable! She stood up in respect for him but she realized soon that he wasn't furious about her but he wanted really to fuck her! She smiled to him, offered him a condom and asked him whether he wanted her mouth, her cunt or her ass before placing herself on her four to wait for his pleasure like a seasoned whore. He threw the rubber to the floor in a negligent gesture, freed his engorged cock from the confines of his pants and plunged it into Ying's very wet cunt. He fucked her just as he would have fucked any whore. In no time, he had her screaming and dancing on top of his erect pole. She would never have expected her ****** was still so virile. He used her in her three holes but he always unloaded deep into her pussy. He left her completely spent, and left hastily.

Fifteen men who personally knew Ying ; cousins, friends and neighbors followed the example of her ******. The warden insisted they put on their rubbers. When she left, Ying knew everything a young whore was expected to know: be always ready and smiling even when you are exhausted, have your cunt, mouth and ass ready to service men... Her ****** came back to help her out of the Chinese brothel. She was the perfect image of a well fucked woman! She was expecting her ****** would drive her to her husband's house but instead, the chauffeur took the direction of Eunos road near the Malay village. Her ****** led her to a very large apartment. It was empty but for some furniture!

- Why didn't you drive me home, ******?

- With your public exposure, your husband could have gathered the guts to **** you and you're too precious for me, now!

- Because I'm your ********?

- No because you're a pretty girl and I intend to keep you as my playmate, my fuck toy and the ****** of my future babies.

- You... You want to knock me up!

- Your husband wasn't man enough to do the job in three years, so I just decided to sire several grand ******** myself!

- But then why did you allow the other men to fuck me?

- I'm not jealous and I don't care about a woman's faithfulness. You may fuck dozen of men if you want, as long as the only seed that enters your womb is mine! I won't ever use a condom with you but if ever you allow a man to fuck you without a rubber, you'll end up at the bottom of the bay with concrete boots!

- I see, ******!

- ****** doesn't excite me at all! So, for you, I'll be from now on simply Master and call you Ying or other cruder names such as cunt, slut or pet. You'll wear the clothes I'll buy for you and nothing else and I'll choose your outfits either at home or when you go out! You are now my totally compliant sex slave!

- Yes, Master!

- Just a last point : I'll want you to entertain my business associates and people I want to gratify. You'll be our company whore. I may summon you to my offices whenever I want to service the people I'll tell you! You did a very good job at the whore house but in addition you'll soon get used to wear expensive dresses and 6" heel stilettos.

- But, Master, if I come regularly to your office, I may run into my ******!

- Don't worry about it! You'll soon enter Dr Liang's clinic. He is a very good surgeon. I would like you to have a smaller chin, higher cheek bones, a more upturned nose and C cups. I'm pretty sure your ****** will not recognize you!

Her ****** took her in a shopping spree. He offered her several Chinese dresses, European clothes of different kinds from micro-skirts to long gowns, sweaters and shoes. He picked up mostly low cut dresses and tops or almost see-through garments that left nothing to imagination. Ying would never have dreamed wearing such revealing outfits! She blushed beet root as he made her parade with them in the shops in front of other customers and shop attendants. His first order had been to discard her undies and leave them in the changing room. She had never gone shopping nude under her dress but it was what her own ****** wanted!

As it was raining, Ying even finally had to walk back to their car nude under her raincoat. He had forbidden her to button it up. Only her belt prevented the coat to open and publicly reveal her nakedness. Her ****** drove her to a secluded place to the west of Singapore. He made her lean on her back on the car hood. He lifted the hem of her raincoat to uncover her pussy, hoisted her legs on his shoulders and fucked her on the spot. He didn't care whether she could be seen from other cars or by passersby as if she was a cheap whore. He was far from gentle and Ying screamed pretty loud but it just made him redouble his assaults. As he didn't want to soil his car upholstery, he made her travel in the car trunk for the return!

He dropped her in front of her new house, giving her a credit card and a cell phone to contact him and receive his orders.

- Ying, you'll receive the delivery men yourself, wearing the red miniskirt, the low cut transparent blouse, your high heel sandals and nothing else. You'll apply the sluttiest make up you can imagine. You are to offer yourself shamelessly to any of these men. It'll be a perfect training period for my personal whore. You'll also receive furniture I'm going to order. The delivery men will get the same treatment. You'll just make sure they put on condoms!

- Aye Aye, Master!

- I won't visit you tomorrow but I want to discover here a traditional Chinese house when I come back in two days : arrange the furniture, decorate it with flowers, hang down paintings and so on! It's standard girly duty to make her master at ease!

- I'll try to please you, master!

- I expect nothing less, cunt! You are to go to the whore house for the next performance but you won't share Dee's cell. Go straight to an unoccupied cell. You'll put the money you are going to earn in an envelope and place it on the table in the entrance. If I'm not satisfied by the amount, you'll get the whip!

After her very public exposure, Ying couldn't expect anything else. She was now officially the slave of her ****** and he pimped her to strangers quite casually. In the next days, her new master organized visits for her. They came and enjoyed her as they wanted. She wasn't allowed to deny them anything and they all knew it. They just knocked at the door, entered her home and ordered her in the position they wanted. At least, she didn't have to colect the money and pretend she wasn't a whore but her ****** denied her soon after that little comfort.

- Tomorrow, you'll receive two of my assistants. I promised them a nice bonus and you'll be the cherry on top of the cake! Two men will come around 4 PM and a girl, my personal secretary, around 6:00. From your thryst with Dee, I am sure you'll know how to make her enjoy the visit! Don't make her exercise too much : I'll join you around 7. I've already fucked her several times. It's the moment to initiate her to more exciting games : now a man with two girls and later two men with a girl! I'm preparing her cuckold of a husband to watch me fucking his wife. Maybe it could be fun to have her service twenty men in the jail house : a private performance with just you and her as the stars and him locked in the cell next to his wife's!!

Two days later, her ****** accompanied Ying back to the Chinese whore house. She was wearing an extremely body hugging Chinese silk dress. Her ****** went to discuss with the chief warden just before the show. When the curtain was lifted, there were seven girls in the cells, two for punishment, Dee and her three ********* and Ying locked in the same cell as Janet! The girl to girl action in Janet's cell was nearly as hot as the one with Dee three days before. Her ****** was again the first man to visit Ying and he declined once more to put on a rubber.

Ying had to rest for some time to allow the scars of her face and breast modifications heal. Her ****** had been more careful but he never stopped visiting her at the clinic every day and shagging her a couple of times. He always left suddenly without even saying good bye. When the surgeon removed the bandages, her face was still fluffy but in a couple of weeks, even that had disappeared. Ying had to accustom herself with the new face her ****** had chosen for her. The final test was when Ying ****** was summoned to her husband's office on some phony motive. Ying was told to ask her ****** what refreshment she wanted and serve her. Her ****** didn't recognize her! Ying's ****** was so pleased by the outcome he didn't wait for his wife to enter the elevator before he had started fucking Ying on his desk

The next time she went to the Chinese brothel, Ying was wearing a bright yellow silk saree like those worn by the local Indian women. Her ****** wasn't with her but he was replaced by an Indian businessman who visited Ying afterward in her cell. He put on a condom just as the other ones. It was the first time Dee saw her in her new role of Company whore for her ******'s business. Ying wasn't allowed to get into Dee's cell, probably to loosen the bonds forming between the two women. She was locked alone like the other girls.

A few weeks later, Ying announced to Dee as they were changing to prison outfits that her ****** had knocked her up. She seemed to be joyful and happy then. She continued her participation to the prison show as her belly swelled more and more prominently in the next months. When she got too big to be fucked on her back without endangering her baby, her ****** just made her on her hands and knees and fucked her doggie style. The other paying customers followed his example. Her ****** seemed quite excited by the very idea of fucking his pregnant ********. He continued until the last two weeks before her delivery,

Ying explained to Dee that she would never come back to the whore house. Her ****** had decided to have his ******** locked in his own cloistered harem to keep her for his personal and his friends' use only. Her husband seemed not to have even noticed his wife had disappeared. Dee was often invited by Ying's ****** afterward. On these occasions, he fucked alternatively Dee and Ying. The two girls discovered then that they loved to excite him by playing together in front of him. Ying didn't like to be cloistered but her ****** wanted a complete control on her.

Her ****** fostered her baby to distant cousins. He didn't want to be bothered by ***** rearing! About half a year after her delivery, she discovered she was pregnant again. But just before her delivery, her ****** suddenly died of a stroke after a long hot session with her. Ying was staggered by his sudden demise. Her ****** started a legal battle with her, pretending she was not her ******'s heir on the basis of old photographs. The changes in Ying's external appearance engineered by her ****** had been rather important for sure. She had been pretty but she was now in the top model class! DNA analysis finally confirmed her identity but her ****** succeeded in evicting Ying from her house. She was devastated by such a feud. She finally turned to Dee, her only real support in Singapore.

- With my ******, I had grown accustomed to service several men a day but since his death, I completely abstained from sex. I'm craving for it but I constantly fear assassination!

- It must be horrible, dear! How could I help you?

- I discussed with your ********* and Janet pointed out a possible solution, if you really want to help me!

- I would be quite glad to find a solution for you!

- That would be quite simple : if I became a full time whore in your establishment, the security people would protect me, I would earn money to pay their nanny and I would have all the sex I need!

- But the house rules doesn't provision for a voluntary whore here!

- Yes but I could just accept you, Dee, as my owner. You'll receive the recruiter's fee and your twenty per cent share of my earnings. I already calculated I could earn some six thousand dollars a month on my small ten per cent share!

- Just a problem : the ownership ceremony can be organized only when the girl had had her cunt and ass fucked by her owner! I'm a girl and I can't...

- Did you ever hear of something named a strap on dildo?

- Uuuhhh! I must be very tired! Then there's no problem, Ying!

- When could we hold the ceremony?

- This afternoon if you aren't too touchy about the wedding dress! I've already the strap on dildo. I'll have to ask Abbie and his team to come and attend the ceremony! We have just enough time to have you pierced like myself : cunt, tits, clit and nose.

- Is it mandatory?

- No but if you become my property, I want you adorned just as I am! The tattoo will be replaced for the time being by a stenciled mark on your pussy. What would you think of wearing a tattoo in red ink proclaiming you as Dee's whore?

- I would be proud to wear your mark, Dee! Could you just use Chinese characters?

Abbie was designated as photographer and master of ceremony. He made Ying stand up, fixed the leash to her clit ring and held the handle in his hand. Al went to the other side of the table.

- Who is claiming, this woman, Ying, as her own?

- Me, Dee Whitaker! I claim Ying who wears my rings, my leash and my brand.

- Ying is now the slave of Dee Whitaker! Dee, what career do you want Ying to follow?

- Whore and baby maker, Sir!

- Ying, do you agree to become a whore and baby maker for Dee's benefit, for the rest of your life, to abide to her orders, wishes and whims, to service as completely as possible all the men and women she will choose or accept for you?

- I do, Master!

- Then I declare you, Dee, the total owner of Ying and you, Ying, the totally owned property of your mistress Dee. Now you can own your property, Dee! Enjoy her and have her soon knocked up!

- But I got my baby just one month ago!

- Sorry, Ying! House rules stipulate a new whore must be bred as soon as possible. Abbie will take care of it!

- But he is black! I had thought you would get a higher price for a pure Chinese baby!

- Certainly but it will have to wait for the next one! Abbie is MY owner and he has absolute priority on everything I may have!

- I beg your pardon, Dee : I continued to act like a free woman. I didn't realize my owner's orders certainly supersede my own wishes!

- No matter, Ying, but I may have to spank or even cane you if you don't change those habits.

- I'll do my best, Dee!
- You've better! Just a few provisional arrangements : You'll ***** with Abbie and me this evening. We'll ask for a bedroom for you tomorrow. As we have quite few Chinese whores, you may be in high demand and when you aren't on duty, you'll probably often share my bed or one of my *********'.

- Do you realize, Dee, that neither my husband nor my ****** ever spent a full night with me?

- My poor darling! But you may soon regret that time : your nights may be quite busy from now on with Abbie and myself to service! Of course, you'll stay constantly naked to be totally available to us at any time. Being a whore here is very demanding!

- It would be a welcome change!

- We'll arrange for your travel to Morocco tomorrow. Do you have a passport?

- No, Dee, my ****** wanted to have a complete control of me! Why morocco?

- It's the assessment center for new whores in the Organization! I'm absolutely sure you have the stamina required for a very busy whore house such as ours. But they will want to measure you and see how you react if you have fifty men and a few lesbian girls to service! As you don't have any papers, you'll travel in a drum!

- A drum?

- You'll see, it's rather primitive but I really enjoy it and my ********* too. I prefer it to a normal cabin travel : it's so much more exciting!

When Ying came back from Morocco, two weeks later, with an official affectation to the Chinese brothel, Dee and Abbie were there when the drum was opened. Ying was tethered more securely than Dee ever was and she had an envelope attached to her steel collar. It was addressed to Dee. Abbie handed it to his mate who opened it immediately. There was a commendation for Dee for having found a very promising new whore. Dee remained based in Singapore but could be sent on "recruitment forays" with Abbie's gang or on solo errands on behalf of the organization : a new promotion for her! Somewhere, Dee felt proud of being officially a member of Abbie's team.

- Welcome on board, Dee! Do you have other friends that could be interesting recruits for the organization?

The letter was ending with a note saying that her personal case would be reassessed soon in Morocco! That was more a problem : she could find herself affected elsewhere in the world and wouldn't meet her *********, Abbie or Ying any more! A copy of the letter would be added to her personal file.

Ying explained Dee that the Moroccan branch of the Organisation had sent her to another heavy duty whore house in Tangiers. It had nothing to compare with the high class brothel in Singapore : it was a seedy place with cheap whores. Ying had to service fifty burly men for the first day and one hundred the second day! She had never been used so intensively but she had loved every moment of it. Dee smiled : Ying was a born whore, a slut ready for anything if she was copiously shagged by several very virile men! She had wept when her guards took her back to the base in the mountains.

Another fascinating information Ying had reported was that the second wife of Dee's former husband who had been sent to Morocco by Abbie was now a whore in that house. She still tried to escape and she had to be secured to her bed. Her customers were therefore mostly brutes that just fucked her with no consideration for her own pleasure! That woman had wanted to ******* horribly Dee and now, her victim felt sorry about her!

Dee was off duty that day and Ying would be expected to start servicing customers on the next morning. They went together to Dee's bedroom. Abbie was on some errand and wouldn't come back until the next day. Dee's ********* had been hired by a tour operator organizing sex travels in South East Asia. There was lust in the glances Dee and Ying exchanged : both of them had discovered they were bisexual and loved it. They were quite happy to have the full day and night together!

Dee could walk out of the premises and take any of the girls with her. It was the first time Ying was allowed out of the Chinese brothel since her official initiation. Dee put on jeans and a low cut both in front and back sleeveless shirt but she chose a very short skirt, a very tight Tee shirt and impossible high heels for Ying. Everything considered, Dee was the owner and if she decided to put Ying in public display, the Chinese woman had just to obey. Ying would never have admitted it but she loved the lewd glances of men in the street.

Ying prepared two cocktails. She was Dee's sex slave and preparing ****** for her mistress was one of her duties. They sipped on it watching the TV. Dee inspected her slave, telling her to lift the hem of her miniskirt. Her pussy was perfectly bald like her armpits.

- Are you shaven or did they depilate you definitively?

- I'm in my fourth laser depilation. It hurts but there are less and less hairs growing back, Mistress!

- Good! Your pussy is so smooth. Your brand is so well shown off to advantage!

- Yes, Mistress! They complimented me about it back there in Morocco! The idea of using Chinese characters met general approval!

- You seem to have loved your Moroccan experience, Ying!

- For sure, Mistress! I would have loved to have you watching me as I was fucked hard!

- I watched you : they sent me tapes of your feats!

Dee played a tape and sat next to Ying. The movie opened on the screen. There were two well-built men and Ying, already nude. Dee recognized immediately the director of the Moroccan branch and the doctor who had assessed her. Ying looked extremely sexy. She spread her legs and exposed her smooth pussy to the camera with a coy smile. Her pussy was freshly depilated with still some pink zones. She lifted her legs to her chest, showing off her pussy and her throbbing ass hole. The director pushed his cock into her cunt without apparent effort while the doctor offered his cock to her mouth. Soon Ying was nicely skewered on those two thick cocks, both were embedded to the hilt into her hungry holes.

The two men soon started to really fuck Ying. The intense action on the screen was quickly turning on Dee and her slave. Dee pulled off Ying, s tee shirt and undid the miniskirt, belt, letting it fall to the floor. Ying helped Dee to take off her jeans and her shirt. Dee threw away her shoes but ordered Ying to keep her very high heel sandals. She leaned back on the settee and put her feet on the table, parting her legs. Dee loved to watch Ying's beautiful feet in her black sandals. They had round heels, just the diameter of a dildo. Dee placed a condom on the heels and took them off.

Dee presented one of them to Ying's quim and eased it into her pussy. When it was deeply embedded into her love hole, Dee presented the second heel to Ying's mouth! Lowering her head slightly and opening obediently her mouth, she slowly swallowed the whole length of the heel. When Dee pulled back the shoe, Ying licked the red leather strap and the heels of Dee's sandals.
She even pulled off the condom and licked directly the leather heels just as if it was a man's big cock.

Dee took Ying in her embrace and kissed her passionately on her mouth, their tongues exploring each other's mouth. Their kisses grew more and more passionate. Dee was ostensibly the leader in their coupling, caressing Ying's pert nipples with her tongue. She kept her slave's nipples between her teeth and lashed them hard with her tongue. This was driving Ying mad, making her to buckle helplessly under her mistress.

Both girls were moaning and whimpering, writhing under unaccountable pleasure. Dee rubbed her nice boobs against Ying's. She burrowed her searching tongue into Ying's ear and licked it a long time. Ying was screaming, totally abandoned to Dee's ministrations. Ying emerged from her daze of erotic bliss. She found more energy than anyone would have bet she had and pushed Dee onto her back.

Ying pinched between her teeth and sucked on Dee's hard nipples lovingly. She lifted her head and kissed Dee straight on her mouth. Dee caressed Ying's lovely back down to her firm and very prominent buttocks. Dee shoved one then two and finally three fingers between the crack of Ying's firm butt. They kissed more and more feverishly.

When she sensed that Dee was close, she immediately pulled out her fingers and leaned down to search for Dee's taut clit. She clinched the swollen clit bud between her teeth and sucked on it hard. Dee climaxed screaming quite loud.

- Ying! Aaaaarrrgggghhhh, uunnggghhhh!

Dee's sexy body was rocked by tremendous spasms. Her orgasm ripped her apart, spreading from her cunt to her belly and tits. Her body convulsed, tearing at her every tender nerve ending. Her spectacular orgasm triggered Ying's one almost at the same moment. The two girls screamed in unison, shuddering uncontrollably in each other's arms!

- I love you, Dee!

Home Run

For the next monsoon, Dee obtained from the management a leave to go to visit her own family with her *********. Ying had become the center of attraction of the Chinese community in Singapore. Even with the monsoon, she was working overtime, servicing some days up to fifty men, working more than fifteen hours a day. Dee was sad not to be allowed to leave with her but Ying tried to comfort her mistress : Abbie was to stay in Singapore, too, as the flu had gotten a large part of the security staff. At least, he would have a nice girl to entertain him. He had knocked her up three months before, following the Organization rules and the baby had already found an adoptive family. Ying had received the visit of the future ******. He had booked her for a full night and he had been very gentle, leaving her with a very good impression.

Dee's family had always been dear to her heart. She had two brothers, Peter and John, a twin sister, Jacki. Dee had always loved to stay with her ****** Eli. He was the image of the patriarch with wood logger chest and powerful arms. He was able to carry her in the air above his head, a feat only Abbie could match!

As an exception, they traveled in First class on a gigantic Airbus A 380 from Singapore Airlines to USA. Dee's ****** had rented a big house in Nevada to gather all the family. After the first family meeting where Debbie and her ********* had been fucked, bred and ******** by her ******, her two brothers and uncle Archie among other ones, Dee had not been enthused by the idea of a second meeting, especially as Abbie wouldn't be there. Eli had personally traveled to Singapore. He had apologized to Dee and her *********, telling them he had been under the spell of uncle Archie and Tony. The other members of the family had been in the same situation. Even Mark, the former husband of Janet wanted to tell her he was sorry of what he had done...

Dee was ready to forgive them but traveling abroad far from Abbie's protection was difficult. Eli finally proposed that two black men, close friends of Abbie would come along. They were Derek and Samuel. They were professional wrestlers. Eli and Dee's two brothers would be no match for them... Eli seemed not at ease when he asked to Dee :

- I... I would just know whether you'll agree... Arumphhhh... to, Humm!...

- ...Fuck us?

- Aaargh! Yes! We really enjoyed fucking you and it would be a nice way to terminate hostilities!

- A cease fire with a final orgy?

- That was the idea, Debbie! Wouldn't you accept it?

- On the contrary, but there's just a small problem : You'll be just three men and we are four girls.

- If you ask your body guards and your twin sister to join the fun, we'll be perfectly balanced : five men and five girls!

- You'll let my sister fuck black men : I don't recognize you! You were always so prejudiced!

- After the earthquake of the disappearance of Archie and Tony, I'm ready for anything to reunite the family.

- Sold : We'll come to Nevada in July! Find us a nice house, a big one but far from the neighbors! I'm planning to sun bathe in the nude and fuck you on the sun deck.

- I don't know whether Mark will be able to attend also. He'll be on a business trip in July. Would it be a problem?

- Not at all : any of us could easily handle the five men and my sister, too!

All her family waited for Dee at the exit of the airport. Eli spread his arms when Debbie approached him. He had tears in his eyes. Debbie was very moved by his apparent contrition. She jumped in his embrace and kissed him first on the cheek like a dutiful ******** but, reminding her discussion with him, she gave him a torrid love French kiss in public before turning to Mark and her brothers. Even Jacki was given a fast kiss on her mouth. Dee's ********* exchanged similar love kisses with their uncles and aunt.

Eli had rent a mini bus for them all. Peter drove it to a location at a distance from Vegas. There was a dirt road, three miles long and two fences to ward off unwanted people. The house was built in hilly but bare country. They would see trespassers for miles. The house was real big with twelve bedrooms, a big lobby, a swimming pool with shade trees. Dee was pretty sure that only five bedrooms would have been sufficient but Eli wanted some privacy. The first time, Dee and her ********* had been treated like slaves, eating on the floor like *******. They never had had such luxury!

This time, everything seemed to have changed : Eli led them to the lobby and have the girls seated on the best armchairs. He asked Peter and John to prepare ****** for the girls and their guests. Dee had noticed her two brothers ogled her big melons with lewd eyes. It seemed she had still a tremendous effect on their libido. She was wearing a black bustier that fitted quite closely on her breasts that were free underneath. Even Abbie had had a fit when he had seen his mate wearing such a wanton outfit. A red miniskirt and pretty sandals with slutty high heels completed her outfit. Her ********* had chosen other sexy garments. Janet was wearing a black see through shirt with just a narrow band of thicker fabric covering her nipples. The orbs of her breasts were plainly visible. A tiny skin tight short was a permanent tease for men. It delineated more than covered her pussy and the crack of her buttocks. She had put on gold stilettos with very high heels that showed off her shapely legs.

Joan was wearing a loose dress : it was so low cut that her navel was in plain view and a small chain between her breasts held it closed. The bare skin from her neck to her navel advertised she wasn't wearing any bra. She had taken off her shoes in the bus. Her outfit was typically of the "fuck me" type. Samantha wore a more conventional dress with crew neck front but with an impressive décolletage in the back : the crack between her ass cheeks appeared on two good inches and she was surely not wearing any undies : that was certain! She was pushing out her bottom and her pert ass cheeks were a constant appeal for any man's hand. Dee had not discussed about dress code with her ********* but each of them had chosen rather slutty outfits, more adequate for whores at a party than for family meetings!

Dee and her ********* wiggled seductively their bottoms whenever they moved and the men had their eyes focused on the lewd display of their rich assets! Dee would stay there just for a week but Eli, her sister and her brothers would stay two weeks more. Eli had discussed with Dee about the possibility of having them service their ******, grand ****** and uncles but Dee and her ********* were actively fanning the fire. It was already raging in all the men's minds. Dee noted that Derek and his colleague seemed quite cool. She discovered soon these two guys were gay. They weren't interested in Dee... The balance she had tried to maintain was broken. She explained the problem to Eli. He took it quite calmly :

- Don't you ever have female customers at the whore house?

- Yes, of course!

- Then the two girls that will be idle will just play together. You were always inseparable from your twin sister : it may be the opportunity to give another dimension to your mutual attraction!

Eli didn't allow Dee to get back to her armchair. He grabbed her by the waist and drew her to him. It was a gentle pressure, not the ********* of their previous encounter but Dee would never have been able to escape his grip if she had wanted to do so. He used both his hands on her hips to steer her toward him. Her legs touched his knee and her only solution was to sit on his lap. She turned toward him to comment on his juvenile eagerness. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her with his own mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He had surprised her but she never tried to push him back. His excitation must have been communicative as she placed her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She didn't keep anything back, abandoning herself completely in his embrace and letting his tongue explore the deepest recesses of her mouth.

At the first opportunity, she threw a side glance toward her *********. Peter had taken the armchair she had vacated and he had drawn Janet on his lap, imitating his ******. He was kissing her earlobe and caressing her nape. Janet had closed her eyes, lifting her head up. She was apparently enjoying very much the caress of her uncle. He had unbuttoned her transparent shirt and his hand had cupped her right breast, rummaging around her nipple. Janet moaned plaintively but she certainly didn't request any help for the moment!

Samantha had been secured by John. Her sexy very low cut in the back dress had given him a huge hard on. He had bent his niece on her belly on the dining table, he had bunched her dress to her waist and he was actively trying to push the whole length of his long cock into her arse. She was moaning from the exertion, just taking the time to encourage him to impale her deeper and faster. They were oblivious to the rest of the world.

Joan and Jacki were still quietly seated in their armchairs, sipping on their ****** and watching the action around them. Jacki seemed quite amazed but joan watched it with a professional eye. Eli chose that instant to remind Dee they weren't at the movies. He made her stand up with a tug on her hand, lifted the hem of her red mini skirt and drew her to him, making her straddle him. She was very wet with her love juices abundantly lubricating her love tunnel. Eli's cock was really big but he had no difficulty to enter his ********'s cunt to the hilt in a single shove. The shock made her open her mouth and blubber incoherently. When she felt his balls banging against her ass cheeks, she knew he had gone as deep as he could... He immediately started to fuck her. She tried to open and tighten her cunt in rhythm with his penetrations. Eli started to groan and pant...

- Slow, ******, I would like you to make it as long as you can. You can fuck me so delightfully for ever if you can : I'll love it!

- Don't dare tell your ****** how to fuck a girl, gal! I fucked once your ****** in the toilets for men in a cinema and you are the result of our unprotected coupling!

- Oh great! Mom never told it to me!

- Sure : she was so conservative! She would have told you that girls emerge from roses and guys from cabbage if I hadn't been there!

Dee turned toward Joan and Jacki.

- Are you done watching us with such ogled eyes? Joan, you really know how to please a girl after your exercises with Ying. It should be time to make them into practice : your aunt is getting bored. Try to cheer her up! Act like the good whore you are!

Joan slipped her arms around Jacki's back and pulled her against her. Her aunt was already panting, letting her niece drive her. Their boobs squirmed against each other. Jacki was wearing a dress buttoned up from hem to neck. She started to unbutton swiftly it. When a large expanse of skin was uncovered, she slid her tongue over Jacki's flat belly. She planted a big kiss on her belly button, caressing it with her tongue. Jacki squirmed helplessly and let out a loud moan. Her pussy was dripping with love juices. Joan wanted to eat Jacki's cunt as much as her aunt wanted to taste hers. Joan pulled down Jacki's panties, revealing a very hairy pussy. She was surprised as all girls in the Chinese brothel were shaven or definitively depilated. She bent down and started to lick Jacki's crack very hard. Jacki groaned loudly as her hungry pussy seemed transfixed by hot lava streams.

- Aaarrghhh,... aaaahhh,... aaaahmmm... Oh, it's so good, Joan! Please continue!

Feverishly Jacki's fingers were grasping and caressing Joan's body. She would have loved fucking her niece badly, but she was a simple amateur facing a seasoned professionnal. Her body shuddered and rippled with desire but Joan's tongue continued to explore the most sensitive points of her aunt's body, licking the dripping wet puffy lips of Jacki's hairy cunt. Jacki was reduced to a weak and trembling mass in her niece's embrace. Jacki whimpered desperately and moaned, surrendering herself delightfully to Joan.

- I love that, Joan! Please continue eating my pussy until I cum!

Jacki was the pupil, watching her teacher showing her the miraculous pleasures she could derive from her own body! Jacki watched earnestly Joan's concentrated and passionate face. Joan plunged her thirsty tongue into her aunt's fuck hole that was full of her love juices. She dabbed on her erect clit. Jacki caressed Joan's bobbing head and combed her hair with her fingers in an absent minded way. She pressed Joan's hungry mouth to her cunt and clasped her thighs behind her neck. Joan's tongue continued to stimulate Jacki's clit and pussy. Jacki was aware she was about to come, and that it would be the first time with a girl for her.

- Joan, make it long, darling! Keep licking my clit!

Joan's face was covered with Jacki's cum. Her aunt was now licking her face, swallowing her own juice. They French kissed one another with passion. Jacki moved to suck on Joan's hairy cunt. Dee's hand suddenly appeared from nowhere. She was offering a big dildo to Joan's hand. She shoved it immediately into Jacki's love tunnel. Jacki screamed and climaxed hard. When she had recovered her wits, she licked Joan's swollen cunt lips. She parted the wet cunt with her fingers and shoved her middle finger into the gaping fuck hole. It was Joan's turn to reach a screaming climax.

They all lay wherever they had fallen, with limbs entwined, a finger shoved up an ass of a pussy for a long time. Dee was the first to recover sufficiently to stand up. The room was reeking with sex odors. Peter was clinging to the furniture, trying to reach the bathroom to take a good shower. She followed him. They shared a long shower, first hot to relax their bodies then cold to revive them. They soaped one another, Dee insisting on her brother's long cock and still full balls but Peter massaged with a lewd grin her glorious melons, her pert buttocks, the velvety folds of her pussy and he even pushed a finger into her back passage. Dee let him enjoy her body as completely as he wanted, holding her tits for his ministrations, offering her pussy and her ass cheeks wide open for his finger. She even sucked his finger as he pushed it into her mouth, just like a small cock.

Peter emerged from it, apparently invigorated with a majestic hard cock. He hadn't to tell her anything. She kneeled at the feet of her brother and took him into her mouth. She gave him the best blow job of his life so far. He spewed his jizzm well past her tonsils. Like a good whore, she opened her mouth to show him the white goo covering the back of her mouth before swallowing it noisily and presenting again her perfectly clean mouth for his inspection. He gave her a big hug and kissed her straight on the lips.

Her brother John was next in line. He went to Dee and helped her up. His eyes moved up and down her gorgeous frame. She knew she was no more a young chick and may not be too attractive for her younger brother and potential next stud. She smiled when she saw he was suddenly in a quite interesting state of sexual arousal as she looked down at his cock. The hard shaft left little to the imagination and little doubt that he was hot for her. He seemed to be really excited, he would never accept No for an answer. She was very tired and needed some rest but he would not be denied even if I tried to do so

- I think that is the only answer to what you need!

Dee blinked my eyes and gave him a coy smile as she moved toward him, lifting her lips to meet his mouth. Without an additional word, he took possession of her mouth as if he was her master and she was his slave. They kissed passionately, not parting until they were out of breath. They then wrapped their arms around each other, embracing one another like teen agers. John, I must tell you that at high school, I often fantasized being your girl friend and nothing would please me more to fulfill that old fantasy.

Dee was very aware of his big and rapidly swelling cock now as it was standing at attention, rubbing against her slit. She was back in high class and this was the man she had dreamed she would offer her virginity. She wanted to be totally his. He had won her by winning the school football trophy. She grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed it in a rhythmical tempo. She was again a young girl wanting to explore all the mysteries of sex. She felt a deep sorrow when she realized she would never be able to let him pop her cherry. She held with a death grip onto his pole.

God! Dee remembered she had read that surgeons could reconstruct a hymen. She would just have to inquire whether it could be done several times ; she could offer that pleasure to her ******, then to Peter and finally to Abbie. She almost had an orgasm when she felt his stiff rod throb in her palm. He was now mauling her big breasts and she enjoyed the mild pain.

- You may really play with your big toys! I'm here to fulfill all your desires!

Peter started kissing her neck and kissed her nipples, taking them into his mouth one by one. She moved her hands all over his hairy chest gently rubbing his nipples with her boobs, and massaging his back with her impatient hands. Her hands slid down his mouth watering buttocks and she felt his still sexy hard butt that she had watched with a lustful eye twist and squirm all through her college years, wishing she could do just that. Now her sexy brother was hers for the moment! She caressed his beautiful joy stick. She fell on her knees and watched with lusty eyes this beautiful hard pole that was obviously responding to her contact.

Dee gently kissed her brother's cock and licked the precum that was seeping from its tip. She knew it was about to fill her womb with his sperm and the idea of having soon her most handsome brother's cum in her belly really excited her. Peter had clearly other ideas : he wanted to continue playing with Dee's body. She had been his wet dream and she had still the same effect on him. He walked up behind her, his hands grabbing her hips. He pulled hard back to him. As he pressed his hips into her buttocks, she could feel his cock rising and getting harder. His right hand moved down and across my stomach, slowing inching its way to her pussy. As his fingers pulled her slit open slowly, She arched back and leaned her head back on his shoulder. As he pushed his fingers into her slit, she closed my eyes and bit her lower lip.

- Dee, you're a slut. Your pussy is wide open and so wet!

He was whispering against her ear as his fingers dipped deeper inside her pussy. As his fingers moved up and down, his thumb pressed lightly against her clit. The ring in the hood made it permanently stimulated but now it was bigger than usual, a tiny cock jutting outward. His fingers pushed deeper inside her love lips, his thumb applied more pressure to her clit. He caressed her clit in a circular motion. Dee moaned helplessly and arched her back, pressing her bottom fiercer against his groin. His hand wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her to him. His fingers were now moving faster circles. She started panting, whispering to Peter that she was about to cum. He stopped immediately all movement. He couldn't leave her at that moment : that was too cruel! She moaned plaintively, begging him to resume the dance of his fingers.

Slowly, Peter started to move his fingers again. He kissed her neck and bit it in a teasing way. He continued playing with her, withdrawing his fingers in her twat before inserting them again, alternating between fast shoves and slow penetrations. Knowing Dee was a seasoned whore, he had pushed two fingers inside her but now he added a third one.

- No reason for me to do everything, whore: You may rub your clit yourself! I'm going to make you cum!

Dee slid her hand down to follow her brother's orders. She realized he was directing her not as a brother but as a master, a paying customer at the whore house. That idea sent a thrill through out her body. She was servicing her brother like a prostitute and she loved every moment of it! She was rubbing her clit frantically. She was moaning, writhing against him. His cock was hard against the crack of her ass as she pressed against him. Her body was on fire. She felt her love juices leaking down her legs. In the next instant, Peter was on his knees in front of her and his tongue lashed out at her pussy. It was too much : she nearly screamed in her orgasm, plunging her nails into his back, drawing *****. Grabbing hold of her buttocks, he was licking feverishly her pussy, offering her repetitive climaxes that left her completely drained. She had been told that good whores never cummed with their customers as they had to concentrate on their reactions. She had never conformed to that stereotype and no one had ever complained! Peter took her in his arms, lifting her as if she was weightless, announcing quite aloud

- I'm taking Dee to my bedroom! See you later!

Dee placed her hands around her brother's neck in ********** to him and offered him her lips. She looked up at Peter. His mouth broke into a grin as he closed the door behind them. He took her mouth in a very possessive way that Dee specially appreciated.

- Peter, Peter, we can't.... we..... can't.... I must take care of dad!

- He needs time to recover, sweetie. You may fuck him this evening if you want but for this moment, you're mine!

Peter didn't drop her on the bed as she had expected it. Instead he carried it to a sturdy chest, laying her back on it. Instinctively, she took a sexy pose, her arms holding her up, her legs in the air over Peter's shoulders and her feet with her painted nails pointing to the sky. He resumed licking her pussy slowly. Tipping her head back, she surrendered completely to the sensations rippling through her body. She was moaning, writhing on the chest, screaming with all her voice her pleasure of being Peter's fuck toy. She didn't care if her whole family heard her.

Peter pulled her on the edge of the chest. She could feel his long cock dandling against her pussy. Its tip was well above her waist. He took it in his hand, aimed carefully toward her fuck hole and pushed it with one stroke inside her. Peter held her legs together, lifting them straight up as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. Peter's cock was rock hard and swollen, throbbing inside her as he moved it up and down deep in her pussy.

- Peter, Peter! Fuck me, fuck your sister, fuck my pussy!!! Aaaah Yessss!

Dee was begging her brother to fuck her harder. Peter grunted and then pulled out of her. He lifted her from the chest and turned her around, settling her on the chest again but this time on her belly with her legs hanging freely. Dee parted her legs, waiting her master like a good slave whore. Peter grabbed her legs and parted them even more, as far as they would go. With a single stroke, Peter slammed his cock deep inside her pussy back. Dee screamed and pushed back to him. Peter was no more delaying, pistoning his cock into her as if there was no tomorrow, driving his cock harder and harder into her. Another orgasm ripped through her body, drawing new screams of delight.

Peter rammed his cock into his sister again and again. With a grunt, Peter clenched his hands on my ass as his own orgasm finally overcame him. He grunted loudly as his cum filled her belly. She accompanied him with her own release. He stayed a long time with his cock embedded to the hilt inside her, waiting for the last spasms to ebb down. His sperm ran down from her pussy as he pulled out. She tried in vain to clench her nether lips but she was too loose. Peter took a beer bottle and shoved it into her cunt. Dee normally would have considered that action awfully gross but in her sexual frenzy, there was nothing Peter could do to her she wouldn't approve. She liked knowing that his sperm could not dribble away from her pussy and regretted she had her diaphragm. This time, she would have loved to be bred by her brother or her ******!

Peter carried his sister to his bed, rearranged the beer bottle not to soil his bed sheets and took her in his powerful arms. They fell asleep in that position. It was about dinner time when screams from the main room awakened them. They were clearly not screams of pain but more of ecstasy. Dee recognized the voices of Janet and Jacki. Apparently, the party was continuing. They shared a common shower with Dee combing her brother's hair and Peter offering a nice massage to Dee. They went to the lobby holding their hands like lovers.

Joan was sandwiched between John and Derek who had abandoned his detachment to bugger Dee's ********, using her like a boy. Joan didn't seem to care. She was telling them to fuck her harder and deeper. Dee caressed Joan's cheek. Her ******** opened her eyes and smiled to her ****** with an apologetic comment :

- Sorry mom, you were with Peter. We had to entertain our family!

- And you made a good job at it. Where are your sisters.

- Eli has asked Janet to suck him but she isn't to let him cum. He wants to have you for the night. He doesn't want to waste his sperm. Sam and Jacki are together in Jacki's bedroom. They have been quite noisy but it seems they have calmed down now.

- Thanks, baby! Hey you, John and Derek! Who told you to stop fucking my ********? She'll get cold if you don't take care of her, lazy bones.

John and Derek must have been piqued by her comment as they resumed their ample movements. Joan screamed in rhythm as they fucked her really hard but she never begged them to stop ravaging her. From Joan's description of the action, Janet seemed to be in the worst need of help. She accompanied Peter to the door of Jacki's bedroom. The booming voice of Eli told them to enter.

Janet's mouth must have been sore if she had blown her ****** for three hours but she redoubled her efforts when her ****** walked in.

- Daddy, you should let Janet rest a little. I'll replace her after dinner if you want!

- You're joking, baby! I told her not to let me cum in her pussy or her mouth. I want to fill your womb with my sperm! I was just being prepared!

Eli declared that he wanted everyone to wear decent clothes for dinner. They didn't object and went to their bedrooms to put something on. The guys put on a shirt and jeans except Eli who chose trousers. But the girls tried to transform the dinner into a fashion show, wearing their highest heels, shortest skirts and most revealing tops. Dee had put on a red silk gown that was completely transparent. It was meant as a sexy coverall but with nothing underneath, it left nothing to the imagination. Janet had chosen a strapless Empire dress that showed off her magnificent shoulders and neckline. Joan had chosen a very short black dress that didn't cover her white knickers even when she was standing. Samantha had chosen to wear a bikini saree with no petticoat. It was just see through not completely transparent like Dee's outfit but it felt almost equally erotic. The men wouldn't be too much interested by their food! Jacki swiftly organized the dinner from pizzas founding the fridge, a pair of bottles of Californian wine, a salad and ice cream. Only Janet had some difficulties munching her pizza... Dee and her other ********s ate with good appetite as their previous exercises had been rather exhausting. Afterwards they lay on the couches in the den, speaking of their different jobs and lives. Eli and Jacki seemed very interested to discover the customs of a foreign whore house. Dee's blossoming recruiter's instincts told her that Jacki would be an easy prey, quite eager for drum transportation to Morocco but something in her mind told her there was a better solution for her... She was puzzled : everything considered, she and her ********s were perfectly happy with their job. Why not propose it to her sister?

On the couch, they had already paired for the night. Dee lay alongside her ****** with her head on his arm. She was caressing the big bulge in his trousers that was promising her unfathomable future pleasures. Samantha was exchanging hickeys on her breasts and neck with Jacki, Peter would share his bed with Joan and John with Janet. Joan was already working hard to offer a memorable blow job to her mate but John was put out not being able to do so. He had decided to punish his niece and he was spanking her bottom that was already coloring beautifully in pink tones. He had announced he intended to bugger her when he had finished but there was nothing there able to scare Janet!

Eli groaned under Dee's ministrations. God he had nearly cummed in his trousers! It was time to move to more adult games! He clapped his hands and announced he retired for the night. Dee followed him immediately. She preceded him in the alley wiggling her hips quite aggressively. She arrived to the bedroom door already in his tight embrace, with a hand on her buttocks and the second one mauling her breasts. She was purring in her ******'s arms!

He ushered her to take a seat on the edge of the bed, and she obeyed, drawing her skirt underneath her, in a frivolous attempt to decency. In fact, she considered it was her ******'s turn to move to the next steps. She had started by wearing that transparent out fit. If Eli wanted to fuck her, he would have to act. She was smoothing the hem of her skirt trying to make it as long as possible to tease him. He sat next to her, her hand without her conscious decision caressed the smooth satin of the bed sheets. She leaned down and rubbed her face inti the smooth fabric back and forth. It felt SO good! He undid his belt and opened the first buttons of his shirt.

She swallowed nervously, unable to hide the sexual tension building up in her loins. She really loved the contact of satin bed sheets she had never experienced and she so much wanted to be taken on it. She was trembling nervously. Eli told her not to be nervous. She stammered that she wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could more pleasure than any woman had ever given him... He stopped her on her tracks by leaning forward and placing his lips on her mouth. She answered to his kiss, keeping her mouth closed but, after a moment, his tongue pressed on her closed lips. She opened them, and their tongues started to play together in a long, deep ans so pleasantly hot kiss. As they kissed passionately, she felt his hand trail up my thigh from her buttocks, and begin to snake up under her dress.

Their kiss continued but she followed from the corner of her eye the progress of his hand up her leg. His second hand had now left her glorious bosom and was caressing her thigh. The first one was now reaching her knickers. Eli began to nuzzle delicately her elegant neck. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the indescribable emotions that rocked her. Her heart was pounding in her chest just like a teen ager about to be fucked for the first time. Yes, she HAD to have her hymen reconstructed so she can offer her cherry to her ******! She felt her pussy transforming swiftly into a swamp : she was no more moist or damp but simply liquid. As he reached her crotch, he leaned back with a big sigh. He rearranged her onto the bed and helped her slide fully in his center. Dee's hands were still caressing the red satin. Eli had now both hands under her dress. He broke reluctantly their hot kisses, and he used both hands to draw down her knickers.

Dee couldn't believe her excitation in front of her ******'s skillful assaults. Even when she was experimental with Tony, she had never been that bold. She couldn't imagine that it wasn't her on this bed, but she felt her knickers irresistibly pulled down her legs, her bottom arching up to facilitate the movement. She felt her skirt lifted up onto her stomach and finally bunched up above her breasts. She smiled discreetly. She had such glorious breasts that the first idea of most men was to uncover them and wallow in their splendor. Her daddy wasn't different from the mass of men she had encountered.

Eli took her panties and presented them to his nose inhaling deeply the fragrance of the wet zones that had covered her crotch. He looped them over one of the bedposts like a trophy. She already knew she would never wear them again! He then climbed between her knees, and pulled her legs apart. Her eyes were irresistibly drawn to the big cock he had suddenly exhibited by pushing down his trousers. He had taken off in the same movement his briefs. God! It must be her imagination but it seemed bigger than Abbie's! The huge monster between his legs seemed smaller the first time he had fucked her. Janet must make wonders with her mouth! It was at least 9 inches long! Their eyes locked together.

- Dee, are you ready to be fucked really hard by your ******?

All she could do was just to nod several times. Eli then took off his shirt and leaned onto his ********, his cock covering completely her slit from the bottom to her clit. The pressure of his weight on her clit sent waves of pleasure through out her body. She moaned and offered him again her mouth. He kissed her and it felt a master owning his slave. While he filled her mouth with his tongue, he humped mightily forward. Dee could feel his first thrust against her nether lips. She gasped from the shock. At the second attempt, his cock head hit the bull's eye and lodged itself completely in her love channel. Eli boomed with pleasure while Dee hollered in ecstasy. He humped forward several times, gaining each time about half an inch in penetration. Her head turned from side to side under the pounding and he seized the opportunity to place hickeys on her neck, marking her as his.

The powerful but not too aggressive humpings helped to cover his cock with her love juices, and making her ready for mating. Dee began to whimper louder and louder as he pushed his cock deeper, until there were just three inches out. He decided it was time to consummate their union.

Eli pulled back and took his cock in his hand, aligning it straight to Dee's vagina. She raised her knees, to surrender completely to him. He found immediately her wet hole and slowly bore down. This time, there were no stages. He ****** his full length into her. Her pussy was so stretched out that she could feel every inch of his cock entering her so majestically. She was in a daze, moaning helplessly :

- Ooohhh, yes, daddy! Fuck your ******** with your big cock! Yesss!

Eli's nasty plot

Dedicated to real life Debbie and script largely inspired by her suggestions.

Dee's eyes rolled back in their sockets. Eli lay upon her, their eyes locked together. She felt his cock deeply embedded into her dripping pussy. He waited for one or two minutes to establish his domination : he was the Master and he decided when and if he would give pleasure to his ******** writhing under him. Then he started to thrust inside here, slowly to dominate her even more.

Every thrust of his cock sent a shiver through her belly. His cock was so long and so thick, and so...so huge! They didn't make love, he fucked her. all thoughts of Abbie had vanished as she succumbed to her magnificent ****** and lover. He ordered her to place her arms above her head as if she was manacled to the headboard, their eyes were locked together in passion, her lips were parted to show off her complete **********, her voice was moaning with each thrust. She was totally his, to be fucked and filled will his sperm. If he wanted he could also breed her. It was so easy : just remove her diaphragm and she would be totally unprotected. His cock was so long that he must have passed her cervix. If he removed her diaphragm he would spray directly his sperm directly on her eggs!

Dee's body started to wobble with the energy of sexual tension building between them as her ****** thrust harder and faster into her cunt. He started to moan, too, as his own passion was rising in her pussy. She was growing insane : she had never felt such pleasure ever, even with Abbie. Each of his thrusts made her body spasm in pleasure.

- Daddy...yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me like a whore, Daddy!

Dee climaxed, crying out his name as her fingers clawed at the satin under her body. Eli reached his own release very soon after, his massive thrusts were pushing her across the bed. Dee's pussy was clamped tightly around his shaft, throbbing with the same rhythm, trying to milk his cock dry.. It was over much too soon to her taste. All she knew was that Eli would have her again and very soon..

Dee fell asleep immediately with Eli's cock still embedded into her cunt. She had never felt such a sexual frenzy in her life. When she woke up late around noon, the next morning, Eli was there, looking worried. Dee was still in an ebullient mood. She jumped out of her bed and took Eli in her arms.

- Darling! I want to be always with you. You have fucked me like a king! I love you!

- Arumphhh, Dee, my pet, I must apologize to you once more. The passion you had yesterday evening wasn't genuine! I've spiked your dinner!

- What, daddy? What did you give me?

- Just a little cocktail : it's based on an aphrodisiac **** called Peps that gives you Earth shattering climaxes but this effect is rather short. It's mixed with other chemicals that make you submissive, obedient and resilient : you can fuck guys for hours and there's no addiction! It also scrambles a bit your memory and you'll forget in a few minutes everything I'm telling you!

- You... Do you intend to make me your permanent sex slave, then?

- No! I promise it to you! I'll stop giving you these pills on Saturday and you'll go back home on Sunday with all your mind back to normal. I just wanted to enjoy you and show you I'm not that selfish...

- No, daddy, but I can tell you you're some sort of a bastard, playing nasty tricks to your ********! Did you give one of these pills to Jacki?

- I saw no reason not to let her join us in the fun! Ah I almost forgot to tell you : there's also an interesting compound in the cocktail. It provokes a contraction of the walls of your vagina : if you take one of these pills, you'll be as tight as a virgin for one or two weeks. A normal cock will feel to you as if it had gigantic proportions. You are going to enjoy your stay, but so am I, fucking a virgin girl every morning!

- Eli you're a creep, the scum of the Earth!

- Did I cause any damage to you, Dee? When you've considered all the aspects, you may have another point of view! Now it's time for you to take your morning pill. You're temporarily unable to decline my offer even if you want it. Now, please, extend your hand and swallow your medicine!

Dee extended her hand, palm up and Eli deposited a pill in it. She was trying as hard as she could to throw it away but she drew it to her mouth and swallowed it... Five minutes later, she extended her hands toward Eli in open invitation :

- Daddy darling, why aren't you in bed with me? I really need a good shagging by your big cock! I think I cannot live without it now! After you have given me the sound humping I require to start the day, you have to choose what I should wear today and what I'll do while you have your midday nap!

They took a brunch on the side of the swimming pool, all together. Eli had told the girls that they just needed to wear a g-string and sit on any man's lap. They had obeyed with loud giggles, wiggling their bottoms on the man supporting them. The contact had the intended result, the three guys sporting huge hard on and the girls hurried to the men's bedroom to respond to their urgent needs.

Dee had lingered back as Eli wanted to kiss her again and again. When she got free, all the men had a girl on their knees. She was flustered Eli hadn't chosen her! She was finally coupled with Jacki and, everything considered, it was a good choice : they hadn't met for years and it had been hard for twin sisters who, many years before shared anything from a sandwich, shoes, clothes and even boyfriends. They hugged tightly and immediately started to kiss one another there in the den in front of everyone. The **** was really powerful even if they couldn't remember they had swallowed a pill just a few minutes before. They exchanged caresses and friendly hugs that just fueled their desires. When they both felt really in heat, Dee took Jacki's hand and led her to her own bedroom. They had torrid exchanges for more than two hours before falling asleep in sixty-nine position on the rug.

When they woke up, still tightly entwined, they chatted about their daily lives, Jacki telling her about her three ********s : they were now 21, 19 and 18 on the next month and faring quite well in high school or university. Jacki had great expectations for them all. She was quite proud of them!

When they emerged from Dee's bedroom through the terrace, they run into Eli who was taking the morning sun on the sun deck. He was completely naked and sported a huge hard on. He French kissed Jacki and Dee. It seemed it was to be his normal way for saluting a girl! His cock was so beautiful that Dee immediately accepted to stay with him while Jacki joined the rest of the family near the swimming pool to refresh herself. Dee realized that her ****** had again the hots for her. This big cock and the peach like balls that were dangling under it were for her! He was playing with his cock, making it grow even bigger. She realized that he was getting prepared to send the contents of those nice swollen balls deep inside her love channel. It was strange as she normally controlled herself pretty well but today, she perfectly knew that she would open completely wide for him and receive all he could give. She knelt between his knees and started to play with his gorgeous balls thinking of the pleasure she had already received and would enjoy later during that week.

Eli was already moaning and pushing into Dee's mouth. She knew he was ready now for her and she decided to let him play some with her honey pot. She lifted her hips. He carefully parted her lips and kissed his ******** deeply, sending his tongue deep inside her mouth. She almost had an orgasm when he licked her clit and sucked it. Dee really asked how he had been able in so few minutes squirm and moan helplessly in pleasure. Even Abbie had never been able to put her in heat so fast! She needed his cock now!

She whispered to his ear in her most sensual voice that she was ready and she opened her thighs wide inviting him to own her, She couldn't wait to be completely his again, to be possessed by her own ******, to plant his sperm seed in my womb. Eli soon was pumping hard and fast as Dee met every stroke with a thrust back as she rocked her hips in a circular motion trying to make him as big as he could be. They were both breathing hard. Dee screamed while Eli groaned like a tiger. They exploded at the same time! Eli sprayed another load of cum in her womb to their mutual satisfaction!

Dee laid on her bed as she felt his huge rod pumping wildly in her cunt, throbbing and spurting the contents of his balls deep inside her pussy. As during their previous couplings, her tight love channel was spasming around his big cock, sucking up Eli's seed toward her womb. Dee had a huge orgasm that left her voiceless sprawled on her bed.

She was so deeply pleased and utterly satisfied, sated for the time being. Her usual customers were usually blasé but her husband had such a youthful lust that she felt young again, young enough to please a horny man who had the 'hots' for her! They laid there, silent for a long time, holding hands, luxuriating in the afterglow of their tremendous climax. Finally Eli started caressing her boobs and dee responded by giving small pecks here and there, following Eli's moves.

- I knew you were a good fuck but I didn't know it was this good. Just think what I would have missed if you had declined my invitation!

Dee laid there trying to remember every detail of her stay but she curiously was unable to remember anything of the previous day. She moved my hand down between her legs and felt a trickle of Eli's seed oozing from her cunt and coating her nether lips and losing itself into her ass crack. The bed sheets under her felt gooey. Eli must have spewed a gallon of his hot cum. Dee was sure they would have plenty of other opportunities until Sunday. She was planning going back to Singapore with her cunt full of Eli's sperm. He talked her out of her daydreaming.

- Dee, tomorrow morning I'll drive you to a clinic in Vegas.

- I'm not ill, Eli!

- I know it. They are specialized in hymenoplasty, reconstruction of your hymen.

- What, for, Master? Tony popped my cherry a long time ago and it wasn't that enjoyable!

- I'm wiser and gentler, Dee. With your now very tight cunt, it would be the ultimate gift you could offer to your dear ******. You wouldn't need to wait more than a few hours as we don't need to wait for healing of the graft.

- What graft?

- The surgeon will take a very thin layer of skin on your thighs. In a couple of weeks there will be no traces left. That skin won't be vascularized : so speed will be the concern. It will be held just by the stitches. As soon as the anesthetic **** has ceased its effect, I'll drive you back here, make you put on a suitable outfit and fuck you in this bed. John will film the action and Peter will take photos.

- You're my Lord and Master, daddy! Do with me as you want!

As soon as they har recovered, Eli gathered the family and offered them French Champagne to feast the occasion. Janet was somewhat dubious of the interest of restoring her ******* virginity to pop it just a few hours later but she had tremendous difficulties to argue.

- You'll see afterward what your ****** thinks of it. The four of you can be treated in the same way during the next days. It'll be your choice.

In fact, with the **** they had taken in the morning, Eli was absolutely sure they would agree to anything. He had already transmitted all the measurements of the four girls, including Jacki, to a dress maker!

Eli organized another Roman orgy in the dining room with four beds placed in cross position with Dee and her ********* on top. The men rolled dice to know who would fuck which girl. Joan had no partners so Jacki was designated to take her company. Then the men (and Jacki) would change beds clockwise every half an hour until they had fucked all the girls... Dee wondered whether Eli was planning to transform her sister into a pure lesbian... As usually, Eli took Dee to his bedroom to enjoy her during the night.

Eli left with Dee around 07:00 : they had a one hour drive to arrive to the clinic. He had given Dee a virginal white gown that fell to her ankles. Her hair was locked into a bun tied with a big white knot. The surgeon was already there to meet her. She asked him whether the operation could be done again. The surgeon seemed puzzled :

- There's no medical rea*** not to repeat it. The stitches will just to be a little deeper each time and you'll have to wait for two or three months until your internal walls have completely healed. The stitches will me made in catgut and will disappear on their own. You won't need to come back here. Many women visit me nowadays to have this matter settled. It may be great to have your partner in life have your virginity but frankly, I don't know why you would do it several times!

- I was just curious, professor!

- Then let's proceed to the operation room!

- May I attend, Callum?

- If you want, Eli, but you'll wear a surgical mask and remain in the back. I'll show you the result before we wake up your wife.

One hour and thirty minutes later, the professor Callum cut the last thread and turned toward Dee's ******. Dee lay on the operation table stark naked with her legs still tied to stirrups to clear the way for the surgeon. Her big udders seemed to have attracted his attention.

- It's finished, Eli! Do you want to come and see my pretty stitches? Frankly, I never expected to find a girl that tight! You'll have two or three days at the maximum to pop her cherry. Congratulations, old chap : I would love to fuck her myself and, with such big and firm melons, you must really enjoy fucking her, lucky bastard!

- Thank you, my friend. When can we go back home?

- As soon as she has awakened and feel has returned to her pussy... In about one hour!

- So, we'll be back home around 2PM. We'll just stop to take a burger!

- You're in that a hurry to deflower her! It's a real gift she offers you! Better to wait for a couple of days before unwrapping the gift!

- I'll see!

Dee kept silent, looking coyly to Eli during all the travel. They stopped in a restaurant along the road. Each time they passed a motel, Dee watched her ****** longingly, hoping he would stop there but he was so often stubborn! They arrived finally at home. Jacki opened the door.

- The dress maker has deposited a big parcel one hour ago and the shoes have arrived, too!

- Dress, shoes? What are you up to, once more, Eli?

- I couldn't just throw you on the bed and fuck you without some ceremony. You'll wear a wedding dress, white of course as the virgin you are, now, complete with white high heel shoes, white gloves, white stockings and white suspenders. Of course, you'll wear also a long white lace veil. We'll take photos in the garden before the ceremony near the swimming pool. Janet and Samantha will be your maids, John and Peter will be my best men. Joan and Jacki will hold your train. Mark will drop by to present you his excuses : he will play the role of the priest marrying us...

Dee was smiling :

- Eli, you're a sweet, lecherous, old bastard, arranging a complete mock up marriage, just for the pleasure of popping the bride's cherry. I suppose it will make a big photo album!

- Sure and if you agree coming with me again in the future, we'll add photos of our honeymoon in a luxury resort in some tropical islands and, why not, the birth of our first baby, as the first one has been adopted away!

- You... You want to sire another baby from me!

- While you were asleep, I arranged it with the management of the Chinese brothel. I paid a nice extra to move to top position. They told me, they have just to remove the diaphragm and wait for your next peak of fertility! It'll be in ten days, from what they said!

- Yes, Daddy, and the hormonal treatment, concocted by an Indian doctor I met recently in India, seems to work pretty well. Since I've received it, my periods come quite regularly and I produced each time twins.

- So you agree to bear my babies, Dee!

- The whore house rules stipulate I've no say on who fucks or breeds me. The only question allowed is how my customer wants me : in my mouth, cunt or ass!

- Good. I always wanted a large family but frankly, I never expected my own ******** would provide it. My late wife gave me just two ********* who had only three ********* each. I'm rich enough to have your womb reserved for my own use from now on!

- I can't oppose to become your breeding ********, daddy!

- Today, you'll just be my bride!

Dee's ********* had arranged everything. They had prepared a hot scented bath. Janet who really knew how to arrange hair and apply make up made a master piece. Dee was radiant, looking the epitome of a young and pretty bride! Joan brought all the white undies her ****** would wear including crotchless panties and cupless bra. Samantha fixed the stockings to her ******* suspenders and placed the frilly wedding garter. Dee knew at this instant that Eli wouldn't spare her any usual wedding step.

The dress was really marvelous with lace incrustations and embroidery, a princess' wedding dress with a large crinoline that would prevent her from using a normal door. A corset cinched her waist. Her three ********* and Jacki pulled hard at the laces to give her the most alluring wasp waist. Dee let the enthusiasm of her ********* engulf her. When Janet made the final knot on her waist, Dee watched her reflection in the mirror with pride. She could hardly breathe but Eli would almost circle her waist with his big hands. The dress closely fitted her body, showing off her narrow waist that emphasized the opulence of her big breasts. The material there was more flimsy for the guests to have a better view of her bosom. The hour of the ceremony was arriving fast. Janet put the long virginal veil on her ******* head before putting on her own gown. The four girls had much simpler silk dresses with satin bodices and more discreet make up than Dee who was the only one with bright red lipstick... Peter came to lead her to the altar in the garden. Eli was already waiting there. A Bach nuptial march re***ated when she passed the door.

Peter marched very solemnly with Dee's hand on his arm. Her heart was beating quite fast as if this marriage wasn't a mock up. The **** she had taken that morning before the operation was doing its effect : she was again a young woman about to get married to the man of her dreams! She lifted up her chin and discovered Mark, Janet's former husband wearing a priest's outfit! Peter left her for the final steps. She bent her head in front of Mark in a stupid reflex!

- Good afternoon, Dee! I am sorry I couldn't come and salute you at the airport! Would you forgive my past actions... I was completely under Archie's spell and I couldn't disobey Tony's orders!

- It's forgiven and forgotten, Mark!

In reality, Dee, if she hadn't her memory scrambled, would remember that Dee had had a hot tryst with her *** in law. It was a fond memory, something she had never revealed to Janet! Mark resumed a superior stance and went through all the ritual, including a benediction of their rings and the sacramental words. Peter and John were filming and photographing continuously. Dee would discover later the moments when she agreed to marry Ely, when he passed the ring to her finger and when he gave her a long public kiss on the lips. The photograph she loved the most was when he lifted back her veil to uncover her radiant and smiling face. No bride had ever been sexier!

Eli then led her into the garden for the photographs : Dee and Eli with just her sister, the newly weds with Dee's *********, Dee with her brothers and ****** and finally the whole family including Mark! Peter insisted on a few other kinky photographs : Dee with her right leg at Eli's waist jumping out of her crinoline, Eli taking her naked buttocks in his hands, lifting up her dress completely, Dee with her back pressed against Eli's chest with her ****** rabbing her tits through the dress and finally the bridegroom French kissing the bride with her arms tightly enclosing his neck. The last one showed Dee on her back on a rough table, her dress completely bunched up with Abi standing between her thighs as if he was fucking her with his hands gripping her hips...

Eli had ordered a very good dinner with oysters, asparagus, roast beef with various vegetables, cheese with French wines served in the den transformed into dining room. It was then already around nine PM, the time to move to the normal dining room where a disk jockey was preparing to hold a party. Eli opened the ball with Dee and all the men including Derek and his friend and Mark took turns dancing with her. When a dance ended, another man came with a glass of water, wine or Coke to refresh her and her previous partner went away with the empty glasses. Dee wasn't allowed to rest at any time. She was in an ebullient mood, tipsy but proud to be the queen of the night with her consort.

Midnight arrived and the final tiered cake was rolled in while the bottles of Champagne were uncorked. Eli tried and succeeded to open one with a saber. He filled Dee's cup and then his own. They clunk glasses, ******** to their happiness. Two hours later, Eli discreetly whisked Dee away to his bedroom, now THEIR bedroom. He took off Dee's dress in minutes although her ********* had taken one hour to put it on her. He chuckled in contentment when he held the naked body of his ******** in his arms...

Eli ordered Dee to suck his cock. She tried to play the virgin, telling him that she had never performed this disgusting act before. She wished really that he would soon tire of her sucking his cock. She felt sick to her stomach as she licked at the bulbous cock head, quivering as the slimy precum began to ooze of it onto her tongue.

Eli had locked his fingers in her hair, pulling her head down further as he was arching his groin up into her face. Dee was ****** to open her mouth to the prodding invader between her lips, admitting her ******* cock into her mouth. Dee felt the thick cock pushing up at the back of her throat. She was getting dizzy, feeling the room spin as Eli's thick shaft ****** itself down her throat.

She gasped for air as the cock pulled back from deep down her throat. He started sawing his cock in and out of her slick mouth. Dee just couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth, even though she pretended the opposite, still playing the frightened virgin girl.

- Oh, baby! You're the best cocksucker this side from Vegas! You got the sweetest lips I ever fucked! You look so prissy I wouldn't know you have such a whore's mouth! Yes... Yes... Suck it... Suck my cock, cunt!

Suddenly Eli's thick cock erupted in her mouth. Immediately, her mouth was filled with his hot sperm and she had no alternative but swallowing it. Eli's Juicy meat was filling her mouth, she could not spit out the semen. Eli was pushing his cock back down her spasming throat where the last jets squirted. Eli laughed loud, fucking her face until he was finished.

- Arrggghhhhh, baby ..***** my baby making cream, slut. Soon it will coat your eggs deep in your womb, bitch!

Eli released his grip on her hair. He was fantasizing educating his bride, ******* himself into her mouth as the first step of her initiation. He just smiled at having had the pleasure of violating her virgin mouth and told her :

- It's something any wife would need to get used to, because you're gonna be doing a lot of it from now on, with your cocksucker's mouth! Don't worry : you'll start to enjoy it soon!

Eli placed her on their bed for the second act. He run his hands up her legs. She continued to play the offended virgin. She pleaded with Eli, begging him to spare her from even more defiling acts. Eli laughed out loud :

- Do you think I am ready to marry a girl and allow her to buckle when I want to consummate our marriage?

Dee was a great actress and her face showed despair then resignation and finally ********** to her husband's orders. She went to her bed and scoot up into the middle of it, obscenely spreading her legs for him. Eli enjoyed the thrill of touching his wife's soft thighs, running his hands up over her bald pussy, the precious jewel that any virgin girl would have kept preciously for her groom. Bending forward, Eli inhaled Dee sweet female fragrance, as if it was the first time, his hot breath caressed the tender folds of her narrow slit. Dee lifted her head up a bit, discovering his face moving toward her sex as Eli licked his lips. She threw her head back onto the bed as she tried to evade that caress. She shuddered helplessly as she felt the stubble of his face rubbing against her tender mons.

- Oooohhhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhh!

Dee moaned desperately as her ****** and husband's hot mouth clamped over her pussy, his tongue delving into her clenched slit. She groaned as his clever tongue soon found its target. Dee shivered, then she began to whimper and moan in pleasure as her body started to react to her husband's ministrations.

Eli knew that he had his ******** and new wife on the verge of the wildest Earth shattering orgasm of her life. Her fingers were now pulling at the back of his head, pulling him against her crotch. She crossed her heels over his back, locking them tightly together as she responded to his probing tongue. Dee was moaning louder and louder, Eli suddenly lifted up, breaking free of her grip. He covered her body with his. She moaned desperately in frustration as the pleasure he provided her suddenly ebbed down. She tried to seize him in her arms.

Dee only felt utter pleasure as she felt his thick cock sliding into her tight pussy. She felt a terrible pain in her pussy as he rammed his whole cock into her pussy, bursting the fragile membrane. What was really unusual for her was the pain of being stretched with such *********. Eli must be a wild barbarian to stretch her out that far and pop her cherry that carelessly. The sheer pleasure coursing throughout her body was unparalleled. Wrapping her legs around his buttocks and locking her heels behind his back, she pulled him deep into her belly.

- Yes... Yes... Oh, yesssssss, Eli... Oh, my God,... Yessssss... Fuck me... Fuck me like a whore! Oh, my god... I... I'm cummingggggggggggg!

As she surrendered completely to him, she closed her eyes again, feeling his throbbing cock deep in her womb contract and then spurt out its hot seed deep in her womb. She cummed so strongly that she just fainted. She knew that in ten days, back in Singapore, he would come and breed her in her bedroom. Curiously that memory hadn't been wiped out by the **** her ****** was giving her. Eli's heavy body still lay upon her, his cock still buried into her, she rocked him tenderly. Finally it was him who pulled out, his thick cock exiting her pussy with a loud 'plop'.

Dee proudly looked down to the vee of her thighs, seeing Eli's thick sperm oozing out of her pussy. She was proud of having offered him her virginity. She pulled the covers over her ravished body and the big frame of her husband snuggling alongside her. She turned toward John and Peter. They were still filming. She had almost forgotten them in her sexual frenzy!

- Did you filmed the most important moments?

- Don't worry, Sis! The video will be a hit!

Dee took Eli in her arms. She was dead tired as she passed out with Eli's thick cum still flowing out of her cunt. It was raw and sore but she relished the pain. It was the symbol of her devotion to her man! She woke up around ten AM, still holding Eli tight against her. She needed to go to the toilet but she waited until the last moment as she didn't want to wake up her mate.

When she flushed the toilets, her ********* flocked around her when she exited the room.

- Mom, you told us how it was to offer your virginity to a man a second time! Tell us!

- There's nothing to compare it, except the first time if your lover was worth to do it! I've never encountered a man who gave me half as much pleasure as my new man.

- Do you imply that Abbie is no more your man?

- Abbie? Who is Abbie, Janet?

The **** was still scrambling her mind. Eli opened the door. He had been awakened by their chat.

- Hello, girls. Sorry, it's already late! It's time you take your morning pill.

Dee opened immediately her mouth without any protest. But Eli had another idea!

- Dee, I want you on your knees, offering your breasts and begging to be given your pill and so are you, girls! Form a line!

Eli was naked and his cock was already hard. He placed a pill dangling on his cock head and shoved it into Dee's mouth. She swallowed it with delight. Eli turned toward Janet and repeated the process. Then it was Jacki's turn then Joan and Samantha's.

- You've attended Dee's wedding ceremony yesterday evening. Who wants to be the next in line?

The four girls answered in chorus, asking to be chosen.

- Janet, put on a white dress and nothing underneath. I'll drive you to the clinic immediately. You'll be paired with Peter this evening! Tomorrow, it will be the turn of Samantha with John. Thursday, it will be Joan with Mark who will join us again and Friday, we'll be left with Jacki. She'll be coupled with my friend Callum, the surgeon. He loved such wild happenings!

The next days followed the same routine, except for Jacki. Callum asked her when she had had her last period. She always noted it on a notebook. When Callum noted she was just on her highest fertility time, Eli smiled in an evil way. With the **** he had given her, she had certainly forgotten to take her pills! He checked as the date was marked on the dispenser and the five last ones were still in their blisters. She had no more any protection. This night, when Callum would pop her cherry, she was quite likely to be knocked up! Her husband Bill has been on a business trip in Asia for the last two months. He wouldn't agree to admit the baby of a cheating wife. Breaking up Jacki's marriage was an unexpected pleasure for Eli...

Callum honored his new wife five times that night. Eli had spiked a ***** with Viagra to ensure that his ******** would have a baby in the oven when she returned home...

The Saturday was epic as Dee and her ********* gradually recovered their memory, discovering what their scheming ****** and grand ****** had been doing. Jacki was the most furious.

- You perfectly know that I consider abortion a crime. I will have that baby but Bill will surely divorce from me as he couldn't be the ******. You've ruined my marriage!

- Calm down, girls! Look at Dee she is wiser than most of you. She doest howl as loud as you!

- Yes, girls : Eli's **** give us fantastic climaxes, give us back very tight love tunnels and unheard of resilience. We could double our income at the whore house! Personally, I will take some again and offer my virginity as soon as possible to Abbie and later to Peter. Now that the **** had cleared her brain, Abbie was back at his rightful place!

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Leena Submits Again


Leena had fully recovered from her strenuous delivery in the Dalits' bungalows in the gardens of Prince Kyrhan's palace. Her friend Preeti had promised her to come and give her some tutoring on the proper appearance for a woman. Leena had accepted then the challenge. Three months later, she was at Heathrow airport to welcome the young Australian woman. She was so shy and discreet that Leena didn't feel threatened at all. She had even come with her husband Peter following Preeti's mail instructions.

Preeti had been quite precise, up to what Leena should wear at the airport : a very short dress in light blue tones she would find at the Selfridges, the general store in the center of London. When she discovered the dress, Leena had paled : it was shorter than anything she had ever worn, barely covering the bottom of her panties and the fabric was so sheer that her undies were in full view. The dress was probably intended to be worn above some suitable chemise but Preeti had been pristine clear : Leena was to wear the dress directly on nude color undies.

The weather was unusually warm. Thus, Leena had not even the possibility to hide herself under a cloak. Preeti seemed to have foreseen everything : her instructions were of not wearing a cloak if the weather was fine and of taking it off and carrying it on her elbow as soon as she entered the airport if it was rainy. Moreover, she was not to stand along her husband but as far away as she could. Discovering a pretty woman scantily clad in revealing clothes and apparently alone had attracted the attention of many males around her. Some of them had invited her for a ***** or just tried to chat with her. Her instructions were to accept *****s and conversation with a broad smile. Afterwards, the difficulty had been to thwart any tentative sexual contact. She had had her bum roughly handled, her breasts kneaded and a few touches up her thighs but she had been able to elude every attempt.

Preeti finally arrived at the scheduled time exactly two hours after Leena had begun her lonely wait. Even Peter had arrived just a quarter of an hour before, leaving her the ideal prey to any male predator around. Preeti's instructions were that precise! Such a treatment had rekindled Leena's innate submissive tendencies and she was perfectly aware that her cunt was sopping wet, ready to be entered by anything from a finger to a big cucumber. Leena opened wide eyes when she discovered Preeti's outfit : a black leather sleeveless dress, the classical uniform of a dominatrix just slightly softened by a white muslin around her neck.

Preeti went straight to Peter and kissed him on the lips as if he was her husband. They chatted together for a few minutes. Peter nodded and Preeti signaled to Leena to come and welcome her. Leena hurried to meet her expecting them to exchange greetings and pecks on the cheeks. Instead, Preeti replied to her salutations by handing her the two big wallets she had brought from Cairns.

- Hello, Leena, I can see that you obeyed my instructions. It's a good start. I've brought you a small gift from Australia!

She handed Leena a plastic bag. Leena opened it out of curiosity. Her eyes got glued to what was inside : six inches platform shoes! How and where could she put on such high stilts. They were quite whorish in style although they seemed rather expensive. Preeti looked at her friend with a fiendish smile.

- Leena, put them on! Immediately!

After her long wait in revealing clothes, Leena was deep in submissive mode. She would never have rebelled against such harshly voiced orders. Bending down her head, she undid her stiletto shoes and she braced against the wall to put on the impossible height shoes and to stand upright. Against all odds, the shoes were rather comfortable and Leena felt rapidly at ease wearing them. Having her eyes six inches higher than normal and having to walk on tiptoes was an unusual experience for her but she smiled proudly to Preeti.

- You appear to have found the knack of it pretty fast, Leena. We will test your expertise immediately : take my wallets and carry them to your car!

Standing up in these shoes had been relatively easy but walking while carrying two big wallets that were not fitted with rollers proved to be much more difficult. Preeti seemed angry as Leena trailed behind them.

- Hurry up, lazy bones. We are getting late!

Preeti sat in the back of the car with Peter while Leena was to take the driver's seat. Peter and Preeti began to chat happily about their friends. There were a few kinky comments on their recent week at Kyrhan's palace when Preeti had spent one night with the Dalits and two servicing Kyrhan, John and Peter. She was keeping an eye on Leena as when she began to unbuckle her shoes, the Aussie woman stopped her immediately.

- Leena! Keep these shoes on!

- But, Preeti, it's impossible to drive a car with them on. They are just too high!

- I tried them and I succeeded. So you can, too!

Keeping her feet in correct position with six inches platform shoes was very tiring but she finally managed. When they reached their Hotel in Mayfair, Preeti decided to go to the restaurant of the Marriott hotel on foot. Leena with her high heels and sheer dress was the center of attention in the street and in the restaurant. Preeti had taken a seat on the left of Leena and she had shown a seat on the opposite side to Peter. They had ordered a good meal and an expensive champagne bottle but Leena had just been given a salad, a poached trout with green beans and plain water.

- It's for your health. You should lose some weight!

During the lunch, Peter watched passively as the young Australian woman stroked his ten years older wife as if she were her property. Her ministrations seemed to suit Leena as her nipples threatened to rip through the bra and the expensive raw silk dress she was wearing. Preeti moved her moist lips to Leena's ear and whispered :

- Go to the toilets. Remove your panties and bra and bring them to me. Carry one in each hand so that people can see what you have. Walk slowly and wiggle your ass for your male assistance's benefit. Did you understand what I told you?

- Ohhhh, my God, What are you asking from me? I've never been that slutty in my home country and in presence of my husband, how can you? Ooohhhh, Ganesh, you're making me crazy but I'll obey!

- Be more formal when you answer me, slut! Do you understand, Leena?

Preeti pinched Leena's nipple through her top and bra. Peter was surprised watching his wife moaning in pain but not trying to escape the ******* Preeti was inflicting to her breasts

- Aaahhhh God. Please. Yes, I understand, Mistress!

- Sunita has found herself in the same predicament recently. She has confided to me that it was terribly arousing to be nearly naked in the center of a restaurant and holding her discarded bra and panties in full view of a bunch of spectators.

- I'm just terrified, not aroused!

- We'll see soon. Now, pull your elbows back and push your breasts forward as you walk. Don't forget you're performing in front of your husband, one of your closest friend and maybe forty strangers. Wiggle your pretty ass! But before you leave, offer me your mouth publicly.

Preeti kissed Leena straight on the lips, a passionate open mouth kiss that would proclaim both women were lesbians even though both were most of the time perfectly straight and just occasionally bi. Peter was unusually aroused watching his wife Leena walking toward the toilets. Her pace was hesitant, almost reluctant but she walked on with swaying hips. Preeti had announced her goal was to fully dominate Leena and the first steps were a real success. Preeti called for his attention :

- Look at the back of her skirt! She IS really a slut, don't you think so?

There was a dark spot of humidity that advertised that Leena was hugely aroused, too. Peter's cock grew to a sizable erection in response.

- I can't describe you how much I'm enjoying dominating your wife for a few days. Thank you for having it allowed and for having paid my travel expenses. I'll find a way to reward you. I've just told her to take off all her undies. With the sheer fabric of her dress, she should be the center of attraction of the restaurant when she comes back.

In fact, it was Preeti's first experience as a dominatrix. Saying she was enjoying it was a gross understatement and Peter really enjoyed it very much, too. He was quite happy that Preeti was putting his wife so lewdly on display, that she was touching and kissing her publicly and that she was making her obey all her whims so masterfully. He wanted to see how she would drive Leena to even kinkier developments. Peter only regret was that his wife wouldn't show to the assistance her former thick bush. It had been depilated years ago and Kyrhan had decided to have all the women of his harem definitively removed with their husbands' unanimous approval. Six laser depilations had been necessary to clean even the stubble and leave cunts as smooth as the skin of a baby. Peter had gone as far as taking photographs of her bare pussy and sending them as gift cards to his friends. Few had realized what was on the photographs.

- Tell me about your wife's pussy!

- It's very pleasant to watch. Its fragrance is really fresh and arousing. It's always very wet. Her clit is unusually long, maybe a quarter of an inch and extremely sensitive. Her pussy is very tight, even after Kyrhan had fucked her all the night. When I fuck her, I feel almost as if I was fucking a virgin. When she thrusts back to meet my cock, it's really just like when I took her cherry.

Leena was squatting on the toilets bowl, pushing her wet knickers down her legs and unhooking feverishly her bra. She was hurrying to come back as soon as possible in the arms of her mistress Preeti. She was so excited that she was sure that the first caress on her tits, a simple squeeze of her nipples or a kneading of her quim would be sufficient to make her reach a screaming orgasm in plain view of the other people in the restaurant and the waiters. In fact, Preeti could have ordered her to strip completely and stretch herself on a table near the entrance of the restaurant, she would have obeyed without a protest and she would have let the whole staff and all the forty or so guests fuck her, several times if they cared for it.

What Peter would feel when her belly and breasts would heave throughout her climax as Preeti just touched her anywhere intimately was of no importance to her. For the time being, Preeti was her only owner. It was also very arousing to think that she would climax in plain sight of everyone. She had recognized a few friends or acquaintances of theirs. Her *********** would be complete and even that thought was arousing.

She had to hurry, Preeti was waiting for her. As ordered, she carried her bra in one hand and her panties in the other, making no attempt to hide or disguise them. She pulled her elbows back, pushing her tits forward as far as she could. She had pinched her so sensitive nipples to make them into sharp bulging cones and she had let the raw silk of her dress rub her nipples. God, Just the friction could be sufficient to make her climax in the middle of the alley. She had to plant her nails into her palms to prevent that ultimate ********.

Preeti watched her pretty submissive friend walking through the alleys back to their table with a very provocative gait that had caught the attention of everyone, male or female. Leena sat down quite gracefully on the bench beside her and she snuggled close beside her mistress.

- Give your bra and panties to your husband. You will not need any whenever you are with me, from now on.

Leena handed the undergarments to her husband. By this emphatic gesture, she acknowledged that she was now the property of her pretty little mistress and she shuddered at the thought that Preeti was the third woman of Kyrhan's harem after Kira and Swapna to whom she had so completely surrendered. Would the coming months make her also the slave of Sunita, Ranu and finally, of the last recruit, Marine, who had not even received her Indian name so far.

- I want to touch your tits!

Preeti snaked her hand under Leena's armpit and closed on her left nipple. She squeezed it hard to inflict some pain. Leena grimaced but remained mute. Preeti squeezed again harder and longer until the pretty woman moaned desperately. She then began to maul mercilessly her now very sensitive breasts, planting her sharp fingernails in her soft skin. Leena's impending climax had been delayed by the searing pain in her ******** breasts but pleasure was returning quite fast. She pushed her breasts forward even more to offer them to her mistress' fingers. She began to pant.

- Now I want to touch your cunt.

Leena moaned pitifully and pulled up the hem of her dress all the way, bunching it shamelessly up to her waist in the middle of the restaurant. Her legs parted and she pushed forward her crotch to offer it to Preeti's hand. Her cunt lips were wide open and her cunt was wet, hot and ready to be entered by a finger or the whole hand of her friend. Peter's eyes were focused on his wife, watching her completely enslaved by Preeti. She had freed her hand from Leena's breasts and she was moving it slowly down her tensed belly then up her thighs toward her very damp cunt.

- Pleeasseee, mistress, do it, fuck my cunt with your fingers. I beg you!

Her fingers found her cunt entrance and Leena had to fight to keep her eyes open. Preeti pinched her cunt lips and pulled them aside, feeling her hot juices seeping out. Leena's body jerked taught, her muscles straining as in electrical shock. Her mouth was wide open, displaying completely her sensuous, soft, full lips. Her belly began to heave and her breath came ragged. Preeti entered her cunt with three fingers in a cone and she began to move them up and down slowly, alternating deep penetrations with shallow ones but accompanied by a rubbing of her clit by an expert thumb. Leena closed her eyes in bliss.

- Keep your eyes open! Tell your husband what I'm doing to you.

- Ohhh Ganesh, Peter, she's. . . aaaahhhhhh. . . fucking my cunt! Oooohhhhhh, Lakshmi, now she's got my clit. . .!

Leena's belly hunched ************* and her head dropped down on the back of her seat from the ***** of the climax that ripped through her whole body. Preeti let her regain her composure and spoke to Peter.

- It's so easy to make your slut of a wife cum. Just present her someone with a strong will and domineering voice and she'll swoon and open her thighs for anyone. You should offer her to a few really sturdy men, like dockers, farm hands or fishermen. We could take seats and watch.

- Would a short but sturdy greengrocer suit you? He is very authoritative and he fancies Leena.

- It looks promising. We will visit him tomorrow. Now, let's choose our desserts. This Knickerbocker glory ice cream seems quite delicious.

- And I choose this strawberry cup. And what for Leena?

- Her dessert will be served in the car park. We are going to fuck in the back of the car. When we'll have finished, she'll clean both of us and make you hard again to fuck my arse. Then she will suck both of us clean again.

- Great! I hope you'll remain here some time. You seem to be a perfect trainer for Leena. Oh, before I forget, I must tell you that her next breeding time is rather close : Kyrhan's stud is due in four weeks.

- Do you know him?

- No. Just that he is a surgeon from Calcutta and that his wife cannot bear ********. Leena will give him two babies. She has been given a few weeks ago the stimulating shots of Kyrhan's MD medicine. I will stop to give her the contraceptive pills in the next days lo let their effect fade away. So if you want to have her fucked by her Indian shopkeeper, the timing is perfect.

- You never considered to have her bred by this grocer? It could be fun!

- Oh no! He's not what I call handsome and he wouldn't be expected to support his ********.

- So their coupling will remind us the cartoon : Beauty and the Beast!

The next afternoon, around 4PM, Leena entered the greengrocer's shop. Preeti was following her, her arm passed on Peter's arm. Both women were wearing sarees. Leena's was in simple cotton in brownish hues while Preeti's was in a rich burgundy silk with plenty of embroideries. Their difference of status was also plainly clear, just looking at their jewels : simple copper bangles, ear rings for Leena and finely chased gold bangles and a rich mantalsutra for Preeti. Instinctively, the greengrocer turned toward Preeti after just a small smile to Leena.

- How can I help you, My Lady?

- I've been told that my servant comes regularly here to perform immoral acts.

- Milady, Never in my shop. . .

- This ribald has acknowledged it! So, it's too late to deny it!

- But she's an adult and there's no law forbidding relation between adults!

- I never pretended you committed any offences.

- I don't understand then what do you want from me!

- Leena has told me that you were very well endowed. Would you agree to fuck that slut in front of me and her husband?

- No. It's impossible!

- Even if I left her to you for two days? You could prostitute her and keep all the money.

- Uhh! A great idea, Milady. Make it three days and we may agree.

- I won't argue but I may come and watch any time. Remember that I won't participate.

- It was evident. You are obviously of too high rank to indulge into dallying with simple mezn like us. Wait until I call for my brother to man the shop.

Twenty minutes, later, the grocer opened the door to the back store and let them in. He closed the door behind them and bolted it behind them. He produced two seats for Preeti and Peter. Preeti sat quite elegantly and thanked Peter who had helped her. Leena was left standing in the center of the room. There were several caskets of overripe fruits just behind. The grocer went in front of her. He didn't try to undo her saree as she expected it. Instead, he pushed her back. With a shriek, she fell on her back on the overripe fruits and vegetables. The impact squeezed plenty of them and juices or pulp were sprayed all around.

Leena had pulp and juices staining the whole back of her saree and her choli. There were even droplets on her face and in her hair. The only part of her body that wasn't hopelessly fouled was her legs that had been shielded by the caskets themselves. The grocer seemed very pleased by his move. He parted her swaying legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pushed back the hem of her saree and her petticoat. Leena was wearing light blue panties underneath. The grocer scolded her.

- Slut, I've told you not to wear undies when you come to visit me!

- I beg your pardon, Sahib, my mistress didn't allow me to. . .

- I won't listen to any excuses! I will make you pay for it later!

He ripped her panties in a swift movement. Leena shrieked in pain and surprise. The grocer hastily freed his already erect cock from his dhoti, took it in his fist and aimed it toward her cunt lips. He was effectively rather well endowed, nothing like Kyrhan but of still an impressive girth. He pushed it in. Leena screamed as if she was a just deflowered virgin. Peter grinned toward Preeti. He had told her that Leena had a deliciously tight, virginal cunt. The grocer didn't let her time to adjust and he humped forward a second time. Leena's twat opened in front of his ****** invasion and she was soon fully impaled on his conquering meat. He fucked her mercilessly until he spew his big load into her womb. Leena screamed when she felt the spurts hitting her cervix and covering the walls of her cunt. She fell on her back, panting.

But the grocer had not finished with her. He made a few back and forth moves in her cunt to make his cock hard again. Instead of launching a second assault, he disengaged promptly, got on the side of the pile of caskets and lifted Leena from the mashed fruits. Leena thought that he wanted to help her out of this mess. When she was about a foot above the caskets, he just let her fall down, this time on her belly. The front part of her saree got soiled too. The grocer took the hem of her saree that was relatively clean to wipe her back and push away the stinking juices and half decayed pulp that covered it.

As soon as Leena was reasonably cleaned, the grocer positioned his cock against her ass hole and he pushed it in with a very violent shove. Her ass crack was heavily lubed by the juices of the mashed fruits when she had been on her back. His second penetration seemed easier than the first one. This time, he was even more ******. When he filled her bowels with his hot and sticky sperm, he pushed her face in a group of tomatoes that were still intact. Leena spat desperately as juices had entered her mouth and nose.

- That was the punishment I promised you. This man is really your husband?

Leena nodded absentmindedly. The grocer showed him another door.

- This door leads to a small courtyard shared by four shops. There's a hose. Go and clean her thoroughly. Some of my colleagues may come to see the mess I've done with her. Clean her first and then let them have her but tell them that I want ten pounds for her mouth, fifty for her cunt and seventy for her ass. For those who choose her ass, her mouth is free afterwards. You'll give me the money your wife has earned to cover the price of the fruits and vegetables she has destroyed.

- But they were rotten?

- You're proud enough to discuss my orders, cuckold? You'll clean afterward the mess in my back store before you leave with Milady. . .

Peter preferred to close his mouth and helped his wife out of the room. The courtyard was dirty and empty. The three other doors seemed closed but the grocer must have phoned to his neighbors. The doors opened in a flash and maybe twelve people, shop owners and customers together swarmed to look at Leena. They looked disgusted and covered her with jeers. Peter took the hose and directed the jet toward his wife. She screamed from the strength of the jet and its coldness. The grocer yelled from behind him.

- Stronger or this slut will never be clean. Use such low pressure only when you clean her hair, her cunt or her ass!

Peter obeyed immediately, drawing new screams from Leena, especially when he directed the full pressure of the jet on her breasts. As soon as he shut the spigot, the people around them clustered around Leena. Peter couldn't see her precisely any more among them. the grocer reminded him the requirements of the job he had assigned him.

- Shouldn't you get to her side to collect the fees? And here is a big box of condoms, mainly for her own safety. . .

Peter had to use all his strength to push forward and get to the side of his wife. She was on her knees, readu to service the assistance. A man with a very dark complexion was already planted in her mouth while two other tried to penetrate her cunt and another one had his thumb in her ass hole.

- Just a moment, folks. There's a fee to have my wife : ten pounds for a blow job, fifty for her cunt and seventy for her ass but then you can use her mouth afterward for free. I only accept cash. and all of you must use condoms.

One of the men who fought to enter her cunt desisted piteously. The one who was already nudging her tonsils handed Peter the first ten pounds banknote. Another one jumped to a door and came back triumphantly with a wad of money.

- Count yourself! there should be enough for myself and my brother in her arse.

Afterward, Peter's main job was to dive condoms, hand back change, help the men who had unloaded in any of his wife's holes to stand up and walk away. The shopkeepers had priority as they had to attend their customers all of them were not interested to pay for fucking a white woman, even if very pretty. Other ones may just not be rich enough to pay for it. One of the shop owners came back soon with a big grin. He announced with a big laugh.

- One of my customers has agreed to take charge of my shop while I fuck her arse. I've promised him ten pounds so he can enjoy her, too ; that's charity; I think!

When Leena's last customer had left the courtyard, dusk had fallen and Leena was still on her knees with oozing condoms scattered all around her. Her holes were gaping open, sore of too much use without lubricant. She was exhausted. Peter sorted the notes and counted what Leena had earned that evening. It had been the first time she had been prostituted on such a scale and she had won her day : two thousand, one hundred and twenty pounds in, huuumm, six hours and a half. At this rate, the greengrocer could soon open a supermarket. Peter handed him the thick wad of bills.

Preeti had watched the whole scene on an armchair that the shop keeper had brought in. A few of Leena's customers had offered her money to obtain the same service but she had rebuffed them in a so stern rebuke that they haven't asked twice. Preeti could take in any circumstances some aristocratic appearance that discouraged any males around, even her own husband. The only man who seemed totally impervious to her haughty manners was prince Kyrhan himself. If he had been there, she would have been on her hands and knees along with Leena in a few minutes, after a sound spanking she had amply earned.

- Before you leave me with Leena, hose her again : she is dirty, sticky and smelly. Use low pressure when you hose her cunt and ass, as I've told you.

Preeti didn't even glanced toward Preeti when she exited the shop followed by Peter. Leena was still on her four in the middle of the courtyard. The greengrocer had forbidden her to stand up. He placed the armchair on her side and sat on it. He rested his ankles on the hollow of her waist and counted again the money Peter had given him.

- Great! And there will be very hot gossips this evening. You'll have plenty of other customers tomorrow. There will be a queue outside. expect between fifty and eighty men tomorrow, slut.

- Master, may I ask to be lubed in some way, tomorrow. My holes are so sore of overuse!

- Granted to my best source of cash. I must some palm oil can there for you tomorrow. You know that I've a problem with you: I cannot take you home : my wife wuld object and all the beds are occupied. You'll have to remain in the shop but I fear you'd be abducted. As naked as you're, I doubt you would try to escape. . . Ah, i've an idea.

He rummaged in a closet and produced a metallic collar, obviously made for a big dog. He tried it around Leena's throat and it fitted almost perfectly. the collar was closed by a big padlock he snapped in place. The green grocer then fitted a thick chain to the padlock and he attached its extremity with another padlock to a ring in the wall outside the toilet. Her universe that night would be limited to a three meters radius around the toilet bowl. Before leaving, the greengrocer secured her wrists tight behind her back and he wrapped a cotton bag around her hands..

- This way, you'll be unable to use your hands to free yourself. Have a good night, Leena! If you get thirsty, you may ***** water from the toilet bowl! I cleaned and disinfected it three days ago.It should be reasonnably clean!

The next morning, around nine, the greengrocer came to open his shop. Leena was squatted on the toilet bowl, getting rid of her natural wastes when he entered suddenly through the back door. She had not time even to stand up. The chain attached to her collar prevented her to close the door and gain some privacy.

- Hi, Leena, I wanted to surprise you and I succeeded, it seems. I brought you food and something les foul to *****. But before, I want you to rearrange all my shop, replenish the vegetable caskets and take the fruits out of the fridge.

The greengrocer took off the chain but let the steel collar around Leena's neck. She had to enter the refrigerated area stark naked. When she came out, a few minutes later with the first load, her nipples were already erect from the cold. The greengrocer enjoyed watching Leena toil in the shop completely naked.

- Hey, lass. I think I'll ask your mistress to send you more often here. When You'll have finished, I'll fuck you and afterward, it'll be my customers' turn and you'll begin to earn me big money. Did you know you were sitting on such a gold mine?

Leena didn't reply. When she had finished, the man threw her a comforter, telling her to spread it on the floor in the back store and lie on it on her back with her thighs wide open. This time, he wanted to try her in the misionary position, it seemed. To Leena's surprise, the shop owner didn't follow her in the back store and he left her there on her back in complete surrender. At ten, precisely, he opened the steel curtain and allowed the first customers in. Preeti and Peter were among them. Preeti was very close to Peter who had his arm around her waist, on the bare skin between her choli and her saree. The greengrocer was pretty sure that they had spent the night together, sure that Leena couldn't discover it. He couldn't know the real relations among the three of them.

At the first time, there was no customer in the shop, the owner told Preeti to enter and take a seat. He ordered Peter to take care of the shop while he was occupied with his wife.

- An unmanly cuckold like you shouldn't be allowed to watch his wife being fucked by superior Indian men. Knowing that his wife on the opposite side of a door is rammed mercilessly by real men while you can hear her screams of ultimate pleasure is sufficient for a inferior man who is deeply convinced of his own low status.

Peter didn't feel inferior to him on any plane, except for his damn sperm count but he chose not to reply and went to serve a group of two housewives in kameez that were amazed when a white man started to discuss with them quite fluently in Hindi. When Leena began to moan and scream, he just increased the level of the radio to cover the noise. As her screams were continuous after more than half an hour, his opinion on the greengrocer's staying power increased dramatically but he did not try to peek inside the room where his wife, his friend Preeti and the man were locked together.

Inside, Leena had waited half an hour on her back with her thighs spread out, waiting patiently to be fucked by the Indian man. She had heard his despising words to her husband and felt immensely sorry for him. She would do anything to repay that *********** he was suffering to let her push her fantasy further.

She had seen her friend Preeti entering quite regally the room before the man who offered her a chair to watch more comfortably the show he had prepared for her. He freed his cock and went on his kness between Leena's legs. He pushed the head of his cock past her lips but went no further. He wanked feverishly to get the longest, biggest and hardest cock he could before savagely pushing it into her tight again pussy. It had no time to stretch to accomodate him. Leena screamed once more like a young innocent virgin impaled by some luscious faun. On the opposite side of the door, Preeti noticed that Peter had increased the level of the radio. The man began to push in and pull out his cock harshly, making Leena scream at the same level.

When her pussy began to stretch out for the big intruder it was ****** to receive, the greengrocer pulled out immediately. He seized a big cucumber that was bigger than a beer can, maybe three inches and a half in diameter. He took the palm oil bottle he had been looking for the previous evening and he lubed the vegetable profusely before inserting its conical end in Leena's gaping cunt. The extremity entered without difficulty but Leena began to scream again when the man pushed it further in. Preeti was about to tell the man to stop when she realized that Leena was not trying to escape. She was just venting her pain. Her fear had all but disappeared, and had been replaced by an ancient craving that many white women could be ****** to remember : being savagely raped by a man of some superior race that was not hers. He could have been black, Indian, chinese but the fantasy would have been equally powerful.

As soon as Leena's screams had begun to diminish in intensity, the man had her turned on her hands and knees and he had entered as ******** as possible her arse to make her scream loud once more. Preeti was mesmerized by the show in front of her. She suspected that the greengrocer was mainly trying to humiliate Peter. She wondered what he intended to do afterward when her ass hole would have completed its dilatation. A few minutes later, she saw him grab just another cucumber and plant it straight in her asshole, he had just vacated. Preeti thought that Leena's ordeal was about to come to its end as the cucumbers were roughly of the same diameter as Kyrhan's cock. The prince was never as ****** as the greengrocer but Leena was certainly able to accomodate even bigger male tools.

But the man had still another nasty way to make Leena scream as loud as he wanted. He began to spank her with a hard brush. When it became clear that Leena was too exhausted to scream any more, he took a leather belt in the drawer of his desk and began to chastise her back with stronger and stronger, faster and faster strokes to suit him. When even that was not sufficient, he made Leena turn on her back, leaning on a wooden stool and he belted mercilessly her sensitive breasts. They soon turned to various red and purple nuances. Leena fortunately fainted at that moment. The man looked at the clock on the wall. Pheww!That white woman was really resistant : she had lasted nearly eighty minutes of such an harsh tretment. He had expected less than half that time.

- Now, she may rest all the morning. She'll start servicing my Indian friends from 4PM. I'm sure that her bottom and breasts will be very sensitive to the touch. They will love it.

He unlocked the door and called Peter.

- Hey, cuckold, your wife is very resilient. She had finally passed out. Go and free her of the cucumbers in her cunt and arse. You may lick her cunt and ass if you care for it but, afterward you'll let her rest until the middle of the afternoon. She is going to earn a few thousands pounds more for me...

Peter bent on Leena and very gently pulled out the cucumber in his wife's ass. She moaned softly when it passed the barrier of her anus. It had been so widely stretched that it remained gaping open, allowing him to glimpse the flesh inside. He then grabbed the other cucumber filling her cunt. He didn't take it out immediately, making it rotate inside her and even pushing it in somewhat. Leena moaned louder, it was sufficient to draw the greengrocer's attention.

- Hey, wimp, I never allowed you to make your slut-wife cum with my vegetables. Just pull it out and clean her with your tongue. Don't lick her clit or I'll punish you!

Peter again refrained from talking back to him. He pulled out quite meekly the cucumber, letting a gush of white sperm ooze out of her cunt. He cupped his hand under just in time to collect the sticky gooey and froze, disgusted by what he had been ordered to do. The shopkeeper shook him out of his trance.

- Good! Now lick your hand clean. I hope you'll love the taste of your superior's sperm. You may have to ***** gallons of it in the future.

Peter finally found the courage to dip his tongue in the pungent mixture of sperm with his wife's love juices. He was surprised to discover it was salty and nutty, not really unpleasant if quite disgusting. He licked it out.

- A good job. Now, turn around, slut and present your ass hole to your cuckold of a husband. Take your cheeks in your hands and part them so that he can lick your ass hole.

Leena soon moaned in delight from the ministrations of her husband. This time the shopkeeper let him do it without objecting. When he found her clean enough, he ordered Peter to put back the metal collar around Leena's neck with the chain padlocked to the ring in the wall. Peter dutifully handed the keys of the padlocks to the grocer.

- Thanks, cuckold. You may leave now to let your wife rest. Be back here at a quarter to four. You'll overseer her mating again and collect the fees as yesterday. There may be more customers this afternoon as word-of-mouth has surely spread out the news of her availability.

Leena slept several hours on the comforter. When she woke up, she found food on a stool just beside her. She was hungry and she ate everything out in the dark and waited patiently on her makeshift bed. Around 2 PM, the grocer entered the back store. He sported a huge hard-on that was making a tent on his dhoti. He had told Peter that she had to rest to be ready to service maybe fifty men in the afternoon but clearly, he wanted to use her at will whenever he chose.

He sat on the chair and snapped his fingers to order her on her knees in front of him. He ordered her to free his cock herself and offer him the best blow-job she could. The slurping noises that filled the room attested of her good will. When he felt he was about to cum, he stopped her with another snap of his fingers and ordered her on her knees, her back to him. She thought that he wanted to fuck her ass once more but instead, he entered her cunt doggie style. That way, he could get deeper inside her. The tip of his cock hammered against her cervix drawing screams of pleasure intertwined with anguished moans of pain.

The shop owner was finally cumming deep inside her womb. Leena noted that he never used condoms but took care that all the men he prostituted her to used one. He would not have acted differently if he had intended to breed her. She had to face the fact that she would love to have twins from this arrogant man. Somehow, it would sound quite appropriate, now that he had owned her so completely. Kyrhan had already promised one of his friends to breed her in a few weeks. But perhaps, she could talk Kyrhan into deciding that her next litter would be sired by her greengrocer. She was imagining herself in a white leather harness with a collar around her neck and a leash attached to it. Peter would hold her steady while the shopkeeper would fuck her mercilessly.

Meanwhile, Peter was exploring Preeti's very wet cunt. The remembrances of his ************ in the shop had given him a huge hard on and the young woman was quite eager to offer him the solace he desperately needed. In fact, Preeti had thought herself a submissive so far. No wonder about it as she had been faced to Kyrhan and Kira at the origin. Kira had such an aristocratic aura around her that it was quite easy to find yourself in a submissive mood even if Kyrhan's wife was basically submissive too. Preeti had discovered her dominatrix tendencies when Leena had come back from Shandrakor. She still relished submitting completely to Peter as she was now but she would surely be ambivalent in the future with some of her future mates.

At the precise time he had been told, Peter entered the shop. The grocer had phoned him through Leena's cell phone, telling him to bring a choli, petticoat and some beautiful silk saree and a simpler one for the following day.

- Ah, the cuckold is just on time! Good : a few customers are already awaiting for you. The conditions will be the same as yesterday. You'll collect the fees again. When Leena's workday is finished, you'll just clean her and leave immediately. I'll not need you tomorrow but her mistress will be welcome. She'll bring you back your slut-wife. I just wonder why she encumbers herself with such an unmanly worthless wimp. You're just good enough to serve white women in my shop.

The afternoon went like the previous day but the length of the waiting queue ****** Gupta, the name of the greengrocer, to propose a bargain : the men could use Leena's three holes simultaneously for one hundred pounds. Most of them choose that discount solution. Peter netted slightly more than three thousand pounds with eighty one men having used his wife in any way and several twice.

When Peter and Preeti finally had gone home, Gupta made Leena put on the clothes her husband had brought. He led her to another shop, two blocks away. It was still open despite the late hour, nearly 10PM. A woman was watching the television.

- Ayhh, Gupta! I was just thinking that you had changed your mind!

- No chance! Here is the girl I've talked you about! Do you think you can do what I asked you?

- Mmhhh! Let's see how she looks naked! Strip, slut. We're late!

Leena didn't try to argue and automatically undid the few clothes she was wearing, carefully arranging her saree, her petticoat and finally her choli on the back of a chair. The shopwindow wasn't curtained and the shop itself was brightly lit. Anyone walking in front of the shop could see a nude woman in plain view. Leena was terribly excited. Her only regret was that neither her husband nor Preeti were there to watch her ***********. The woman ushered Leena toward a hairdresser armchair.

- There would be no problem. Let's procede!

The woman began to coat Leena's whole body with a pungent, oily mixture. She let her soak in the salve for half an hour. Then she led her to a cramped shower to rinse her. When she went back in front of a large mirror, Leena discovered that her normally very white skin had now taken an dark hue that her Dalits would have loved. Her husband wouldn't have recognized her when he had visited Kyrhan's palace and discovered her among Kira's building team.

Leena's very fair hair had been tarnished locally by the body coloration. The woman applied then a very dark coloration to Leena's hair, including her eye lashes and eye brows. In the mirror in front of her, she had tremendous difficulties to recognize herself when she had finished. She could have wandered in the streets of Benares or Calcutta without attracting the least attention. But the woman was now occupied to create for her a completely new make-up. For sure, changing from pale blond with a white skin to very dark hair with a brownish skin was an unusual event for any woman. Gupta was following avidly the phases of her transformation.

- Now I can present you to my wife. For two days, I've announced her the immediate arrival of my cousin from Delhi, Leena Bharadji. This night, you'll ***** in a real bed in my home. Don't forget to speak Hindi most of the time with my wife : her English is rather poor and she could become suspicious!

Leena put back on her clothes and followed Gupta. She was on another world. The English woman she had been from the beginning of her adulthood had been suddenly replaced by a young Indian woman. She just wondered what Peter and Preeti would think of the change in her appearance.

Gupta's wife, Parvi, received her quite formally, with the courtesy required for the visit of a cousin of her husband. She had prepared a late dinner for the occasion and enquired about recent events in India. Leena was less a week ago in Delhi so she was able to give Parvi a lot of gossips and information. As Kyrhan had decided that all his women should learn to speak Hindi, she had taken the habit of chatting everyday in that language and used it quite casually when she went shopping in India but also in Birmingham. Many of her neighbors thought she was of Indian origin. It was only when Kyrhan received guests that they used European languages : English and basic French Kira had taught her. Even her accent and way of putting on the saree were typical of Rajahstan.

Parvi complained of headaches in the evening. Gupta immediately advised her to get to bed and take *****ing pills while he would entertain Leena. One hour later, he went to check on his wife and came back with a big smile : Parvi was sound a*****. Gupta sat aside with Leena and took her in his arms. She let him has his way with her as his wife was passed out for the night in the adjoining bedroom. Gupta took off her saree and her petticoat, leaving her with her choli only.

He led her out of the dining room without any explanation. She had thought he wanted to fuck her in the room Parvi had prepared for her but he had more imagination than that. He led her to the dining room and thence on a balcony overlooking the courtyard. The flat was on the top floor of the building. A line of tall and dense poplars isolated them from nearby buildings. Leena was somewhat relieved but she heard voices coming from the balconies underneath. People were dining or chatting outdoors as the weather was surprisingly warm that year in Birmingham.

Ganesh! Leena's hair and skin colorations had so much aroused her that she really needed his cock now but she was sure that she would scream quite loud as soon as he would enter her. Gupta pushed her until her belly came in contact with the railing. The night was so dark that nobody could still see her from the other balconies. Gupta undid all his clothes, throwing them back through the open door. Shiva! He still wanted to fuck her on this balcony with his neighbors less than ten feet away! She tried to step back but he blocked her move with his belly. She was trapped.

Gupta quietly unhooked her choli and took it off her shoulders. Then he pushed it into her mouth until she was gagged quite efficiently. Now she wouldn't be able to scream, whatever he did to her, to her immense relief. In spite of her frequent kinky adventures, Leena had kept an unusual shyness with regard to strangers! She let Gupta make her bend forward and part her legs. He intended to fuck her from behind but now that she wouldn't be able to scream, she didn't mind at all. He took his cock in his right hand and aimed it to her tight cunt. She helped him by opening her pussy lips with her hands while he entered her. A muffled groan was the only sound she produced then.

Gupta grabbed her breasts with his hands and used them as handles to pull her toward him. With their position, he entered her deeper than usual. She bent her head back in bliss. He fucked her a long time, slowing his pace when she was about to climax and accelerating when her frenzy calmed down. She wondered whether he intended to spend the night, fucking her on that balcony when he increased once more the speed of his moves but this time he didn't slow down. Leena felt his stiff pubic hair teasing her butt cheeks. He had put a thumb up to the first knuckle into her asshole. She began to cum helplessly.

Gupta couldn't stand it any longer. He flipped her back over and raced to the finish. He groaned as his load shot out of his swollen balls. He pulled out for an instant and the first spurt covered Leena's pussy. Then he shoved his cock back into her cunt, and emptied his balls into her. He pulled her up to him, hungrily kissing her, as his cock continued to spasm inside her belly, hammering against her cervix.

- You're the best, Leena. I love you, baby, with your skin as dark as mine. Do you want to go to your bedroom, now?

Leena nodded as she couldn't answer his queries. He picked her in his strong arms. Gupta was rather short but he was very strong. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. She opened her arms, thinking he would want to fuck her again but he slumped on a big armchair. He pointed his finger to his cock. Leena understood immediately. She crawled toward him and began to suck it hungrily. He especially enjoyed her way of sucking his cock. He let her do it for a long time. When he got tired of it, he pulled his cock away from her hot sucking mouth.

- Straddle me, put your feet on the floor on both sides and bring your cunt down until it touches the tip of my cock.

Leena spread her legs wide and put a foot on either side of the black man's legs. She squatted over him and felt the hard meat of his cock touching her labia. She moaned loudly.

- Now, slowly, baby, very slowly, lift your right leg and place it on the arm of my armchair.

The movement made her cunt opening wide for him. The head of his cock entered her sopping wet hole.

- Now, put your other leg on the other arm. Keep them very straight!

The muscles of her thighs were straining to keep the position. She was hovering above his cock. When he would tell her to let go, she would just impale herself on his hard cock. He may be a simple greengrocer but he knew how to treat young white women properly. He gave finally the stern order she had been waiting anxiously just at the instant she could no longer withstand the strain.

- Now let yourself down.

Leena's pussy was oozing cunt juice on his cock, making entry quite easy, but she clamped her cunt closed to give him more pleasant sensations as she lowered herself. It felt to him as if she was a tight virgin struggling to work his huges cock into her slit. She spit out her choli and suddenly let his cock slip into her. Gupta's cock ******** hit her cervix. She screamed and spasmed as a mighty orgasm hit her. Then Gupta put his hands under her round ass cheeks, and lifted her easily a little and then pulled her back down. Leena's head was thrown back, her full breasts heaving, and her belly was sucking in and out as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

- Ohhhhhh, Ganesh, I'm cumming again!

Gupta lifted her up a second time, then a third. His pubic hair was lewdly brushing her sensitive lips and swollen clitoris. Leena cummed madly for the third time in a row.

"Oooohhhhhh... Ganeshhh... aaaarrgggghhhhhhh... Not another time!

Gupta dropped her down completely. The massive meat of his cock completely filled her vagina. She was climaxing continuously as he made her bounce up and down on his cock until she passed out, collapsing against his chest. He unloaded once more into her thirsty cunt.

He took some rest on the bed with her for half an hour. He went checking his wife who was snoring quietly. He took a Viagra pill that gave him back in a few minutes a raging hard on. He pressed Leena against the wall and entered her in that position. Then he walked over with Leena still impaled on his cock to a desk he laid Leena down on. She felt his cock pulsing inside her, and moaned desperately.

Immediately Gupta began to move slowly in and out of her, very slowly out, much quicker in. On every in stroke, Leena groaned long and loud. Progressively he increased the speed, and the young wife's groaning didn't stop any more. She was covered in sweat. While his massive cock pounded her, he placed his finger on her clit and just let their movements stimulate it..

- Oooohhhh, Ganeshhhh! It'sss sssooooo good... more!

Gupta increased even more the speed of his thrusts into her cunt and Leena screamed her joy crescendo. The greengrocer was extremely self satisfied. That wench, Leena, wouldn't see her useless husband with the same eyes, now, he was sure of it. He dreamed for a few minutes of having her sue for divorce and take a flat near his shop, what French men call a garconniere, bachelor's room, the perfect place to fuck a woman unbeknownst from his wife.

Leena fell asleep on the crumpled bed, completely exhausted by his repeated assaults. He took a short nap and got back to his own bedroom to finish the night with his wife. When she woke up, she would have loved to ride her hubbie but he calmed her ardors, saying that his cousin was ******** nearby and they would awake her. . .

A phone call made him suddenly drop his plans for the morning. He was told that an Inspector of food safety would visit his shop in the afternoon. He had barely time enough to clean completely his shop. He left hastily, not even leaving Leena the time to take a proper breakfast and a shower. He phoned to Peter to come immediately. When he arrived at his shop, Peter was dutifully waiting in front of the shop with Preeti. He didn't recognize his wife at first sight. Preeti and Peter were completely amazed by her transformation. Gupta told them that the coloration of her skin would fade progressively and would be totally disappeared in three months but the coloration of her hair was more permanent.

Gupta organized their work : He told Peter to check all the vegetables and fruits, put the rotten ones in caskets and carry them to the disposal area. Meanwhile, Leena was to scrub the floor clean while himself completed the forms that should have been sent one or two weeks earlier. Preeti was watching Peter and Leena toiling without respite. When the shop was at last perfectly clean, she whispered something to Gupta's ear. The man smiled immediately and nodded approvingly. Preeti went away to a shop nearby. When she came back, she was carrying a small and a big bag. Gupta gave her some of the money Leena had earned for him. Preeti called for Leena and both women entered the back shop and locked the door behind them.

Gupta ordered harshly Peter to serve the customers, taking care to let everything in pristine state. When the inspector arrived, he had no comment to make on the shop itself. He asked to visit the backstore which is so often in pitiful state. Gupta banged at the door and Preeti opened it, letting him and the Inspector in. Peter had just a fleeting glance on his wife in the center of the room.

Leena was totally naked, wearing golden five inches stilettos, a rich Indian necklace with matching forehead ornament and very long and heavy ear rings that fell down to her shoulders. She was on her tiptoes, legs widely parted, hands behind her head, elbows pulled back as far as she could and tits pushed up and out. Her stomach was sucked in as far as she could and she was heaving desperately. The position Preeti had made her take was very painful from the strain on her whole body but it was also very arousing. She held it as perfectly as a marble statue, looking straightforward. She didn't even blink to discover who was at the door.

The inspector saw a young naked beauty with a very dark skin and almost jet black perfectly braided long hair, probably an Indian or a Bengali. Her breasts were heaving and swelling in rapid motions as if she was delighted to see him coming in. Her thighs were parted invitingly and they were coated with a delicately smelly glittering layer that was oozing from her cunt. For ten minutes, Preeti had caressed her breasts, cunt and ass hole to make her cum several times. She had lovingly spread her cunt juices on her whole legs.

- Inspector, I know you had had a gruesome day. I hope you didn't find anything faulty in my shop. I thought that a few moments alone with one of the most beautiful jewels of Rajahstan would be a proper conclusion for your visit. I am leaving you alone with her. Lock the door behind me and Lady Preeti. We'll wait outside! Take as much time as you need to explore this young woman's treasures!

Gupta left with Preeti just behind him. He was frustrated : he had expected to fuck Leena several times this afternoon and he had been ******* to offer her to a food Inspector! He vented his anger on Peter.

- Haven't you seen these two women outside? They are waiting to buy some fruits. Go and serve them immediately. Thus you won't try to listen to the screams of your pretty woman fucked by this man. He may be a whitey but certainly not of your degenerate ancestry. A true man would never agree to be cuckolded by a smaller, poorer, older man like me. You're a shameful, worthless, pitiful husband.

As he passed the door, Peter could hear Leena's first screams of ecstasy as the Inspector itasted the delicacies of her pussy. He was ready to push his inspection as far as he could and very far indeed. He was a bachelor and he hadn't fucked a woman for months and never anyone even close to the incredible, bare naked beauty that had been offered so lewdly in front of him.

The inspector, ostensibly very tired emerged slowly from the back store two hours later. He was smiling.

- I think she is out for the count. Thank you, sir. May I ask the name of this incredible wench? I may wish to visit her again!

- She's one of my cousins, Mrs Leena Bharadji. She's married to some worthless, unmanly English man who is not able even to fuck her properly. You can phone me. I'll transmit her the message you require her services.

- Quite convenient, sir!

The inspector left and Peter and Preeti followed soon after, half dragging, half pulling Leena to the place they had left their car. She was wearing the cotton saree Peter had brought her. Peter wondered what Preeti had gone to buy when he realized that Preeti had changed to a mind blowing silver colored saree he had never seen anything as lush and beautiful even in Kira's wardrobe. His poor wife must have toiled many degrading times to earn the money to buy it.

Leena was sound a***** when they arrived home. Peter and Preeti helped her out of her clothes and Peter held her in his arms under the shower while the young Australian woman soaped her body from head to toe, insisting on her mouth, cunt and ass that were caked into dried sperm. Huge globs of cum dripped from her cunt. The green grocer must have really enjoyed the previous night. . . Despite all the efforts of Preeti, her skin remained strongly colored. Leena would have to keep her Indian coloration for some time. They put Leena to bed and left her to rest. She emerged twenty hours later. She was surprised that they have put her to bed in one of the servants' bedrooms. She suspected that Preeti and Peter had fucked in the master bed but they could have let her ***** in one of the other bedrooms.

There was a poster on the door leading out. Preeti had left her instructions :

> Leena > I hope that you slept well. With your complexion, it would be difficult to explain your mostly Indian and Bengali staff that you're Peter's wife and a woman of high rank. So we decided to pretend you are a mere servant, my personal Indian maid. You'll serve me for the next two or three months. When your skin will have paled to a heavy tan, you'll regain your place and rank and I'll fly back home. > I've gone to Covent Garden with Peter. If you're hungry, the chef has left some vegetarian food at your attention in the fridge. You'll find a uniform for you in the cabinet in your room. I'll require a perfect service 24/7 from you from now on.

>Mrs Preeti

So Preeti intended to remain that long here. Leena had just expected her to stay one or two weeks. .. She opened the cabinet and she was not surprised to find piles of white close fitting and low cut blouses, short black skirts, and black patent high heel shoes. There were even white lace caps to put on her head and very tight belts she had to suck her belly to but there were no undies at all.

Leena put on the uniformshe had been given. She went to what has been just two days before her bedroom. She had half expected what she discovered : Her cabinets had been emptied, her clothes had disappeared and had been replaced by the few clothes preeti had brought in her wallets. Even the lamp on the bedside table was not hers. In the bathroom, her tooth brush had disappeared and was replaced by another one she had never seen. Ganesh, Preeti seemed to have been very busy while she was *****ing. She couldn't have thought to everything. She took the phone and listened to the message of the telephone answere. The voice of Preeti announced :

- Hello, You are at Peter and Preeti's home. I'm sorry : we aren't available now. Leave a message. We'll phone you as soon as we are back home. Bye!

Leena opened the door and looked at the letter box : a new card had been placed on it : Mr Peter Adams and Mrs Preeti Forsythe. Damn, it was as if she had disappeared from her home.

When Preeti came back home with Pete, she was in a jubilant mood. After the theatre, they had gone to a night club and danced until 3AM. When she entered her bedroom, she saw Leena sprawled on an armchair. She was wearing the outfit Preeti had chosen for her. Her very short skirt had ridden up her thighs and in her *****, She had slid down her armchair and her legs had parted wide. Her shaven cunt was perfectly on display. Preeti approached on her tiptoes not to wake up her friend and very carefully inserted her right forefinger into her twat. Leena stirred in her *****, moaned and opened her thighs even wider. Preeti made a sign to Peter who bent down and began to lick and tease her clit with his tongue. Leena emerged from her ***** while climaxing and screaming her lust.

- Hush, lazy bones! You should have been awake when we arrived!

- I'm sorry, Milady! I fell a***** as you were very late.

- It's not your problem! We may come back any time we choose or not at all but you must always be ready to help us.

- I'll comply, mistress!

- You've better! Next time, I'll wake you with the feel of the crop! Now, you are going to massage me while I relax in my bath.

- Immediately, Milady.

Leena prepared a scented bath for her mistress. Afterward, she massaged her back before sucking lewdly her toes. Preeti dismissed her when she went to bed along with Peter. Preeti was naked and toyed with Peter's prick, making it grow and lengthen while she gave her last instructions to Leena.

- No need to walk up to your bedroom. I've informed the butler that I'd offer you to him for the night as soon as I've no further need for you. You may proceed to his bedroom.

- But, Mistress, it's impossible : he's my butler. He'll recognize me!

- Unlikely with your complexion! He may note you really look alike his mistress, nothing more! And a pretty woman offered to fulfill all his fantasies with no limit, what man would object to it?

Leena went to her butler's bedroom, dragging feet, quite reluctant to obey these orders but she was essentially a submissive and she had no way out. She knocked at the door. He opened the door and let her in. They immediately spoke in Hindi.

- Good night, sir. Milady Preeti had ordered me to come to your room.

- Yes, Dear. She had told me she would send you to me as soon as she doesn't require your services.

At that moment, a very loud scream could be heard in the silence of the night. It came from the first floor where Peter's bedroom was situated.

- It seems that my Master and your mistress will spend a very pleasant night. Perhaps we could follow their example. . .

- Milady told me to be at your entire disposal!

- Fine. Do you know that you and Mistress Leena could be twin sisters? Your skin is for sure much darker than hers and you seem lither and more sensual and your hair is longer. What is of most importance to me is that we're of the same race and it'll be a real pleasure to fuck you.

The butler unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. He whistled when he saw that she was not wearing any knickers.

- You're always ready for anything, wench. Is it on your mistress' orders or is it a treat for me?

- Sorry : just orders from Milady! I must be ready for any man or woman at any time on her demand.

The butler now took off Leena's blouse. He started to rub and squeeze her tight ass. He reached down and she felt his warm lips part her cunt lips and penetrate her very wet pussy. She arched her back so that her servant could lick deep inside of her. He must have been quite experienced as he found very soon her clit and warmly licked it back to full attention. She pushed into his face as he tasted her love juices. He took off his pajamas in a hurry.

Leena regained her senses as he suddenly took his mouth away from her hot cunt. She knew that she was about to be fucked by a servant's cock, a servant that she met every days and he had not realized it. Leena couldn't look him in the face as she felt a wave of arousal swallow her body as another cock entered her love canal. He slid in more easily as she had ever been by any man in her life. He was bigger and longer than Peter but the *********** of being fucked by her own butler in his bedroom had terribly aroused her and her cunt was sloppier than he had ever been.

He was thrusting deep inside her engorged cunt. He disengaged and made turn onto her belly. Soon after, she was being fucked again, this time in the doggy style position. She arched her back to invite hiM to push his long Indian cock inside her. He grabbed her waist and thrust his cock back and fro into her sweet pussy. She could just groan and moan in pleasure. She started to orgasm as he thrust his long cock deep inside her.

He pulled out once more and ordered her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. She took his cock into her mouth. She gave him head as if her life was on the balance. He tensed as she felt his hot sticky jizzm spurting inside her mouth. He ordered her to swallow it all and she obeyed at once. She drank it all like divine nectar before licking his still tumescent cock clean. It was clearly the best tasting jizzm she had ever sampled. Ganesh! She had to find a way to entice him in her bed when she was back in charge. Her authority on him would be annihilated but he was one of the best Indian lovers after Kyrhan and Rajiv she had ever had. She should really speak to Kyrhan : being fucked and bred by her own butler in presence of her husband would be really debasing and humiliating.

Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved her Indian butler. He didn't know he was fucking his own employer as he was sure she was of Indian origin with a dark skin but he liked the fact that she looked like the real Leena. She had to be extremely careful when she was with him but the thrill was so much stronger! Recently, her friend Preeti had come for a few months and replaced her in Peter's bed. Leena had been moved to a mere servant's room and offered to the new butler, pretending to be an Indian woman. Her butler seemed very prejudiced against white women.

But Leena also liked her Indian greengrocer. He had transformed her into a complete slut, fucking her on a heap of overripe vegetables, making her serve customers and recently, he had begun to prostitute her on a more and more intensive scale to friends in his seedy back store. He had even bullied Peter into watching his wife being mercilessly fucked like a whore. Peter had been insulted, publicly cuckolded and he didn't even raise a complaint. Leena was so proud of her husband. She did her best to repay him of any indignities he suffered on her behalf. Whatever Peter asked from her, however degrading, he was now sure to obtain immediately.

Recently he had offered his wife very tight leather pants that could hold two big black dildoes : one in her cunt and one up her ass. The pants could be padlocked and Peter used immediately that facility. He immediately afterwards returned to his office, telling her to exercise until his return, late in the evening. He wanted to give her a good time, going to a dance hall with her stuffed holes a few weeks later. Leena couldn't imagine how she would cope with those two big intruders stretching her cunt and arse.

When Peter left, Leena had tried to accompany him but she hadn't anticipated the strong effect of these leather pants. She was lying on their bed but when she tried to stand up, the dildoes slipped in her overstretched holes, throwing pleasure waves throughout her body. She cummed and fell back on her bed. When she tried a second time, the feelings were so mind blowing that she screamed quite loud. Peter laughed.

- It seems my gift is a success. You have all the day to get used to it. When I come back, we'll have dinner and then go to a cinema. It'll be your first outing with your leather pants. It may become soon an habit. Next time, you fly to India, I may have you wear them

- But the security controls?

- No problem : there's no metal at all in the pants nor in the dildoes. They are just plain silicon. Of course, I've other ones which are vibrating and can be operated on remote. But it will be for later uses. This afternoon, just enjoy what you have!

Leena took two hours, just standing up. The dildoes were doing a fantastic job on her whenever she just moved. She cummed repeatedly, always very hard. Her only way of stopping these chain climaxes was to stand perfectly still and very uptight as if she was wearing a corset. When she tried to walk to her dressing, she cummed once more and fell on her knees. After half an hour, she managed to stand up. She clenched her jaws tight and succeeded in her next attempt to stand up and put on a long flowing dress.

Putting on her usual shoes with three inches heels and going to the dining room for her lunch was another ordeal. She walked very slowly and arrived just on time. Her look puzzled her butler.

- Milady, are you ill? You look somewhat disheveled and yout face is almost white.

- No thanks! My husband offered me a corset. I want to get used to wear it to please him.

The butler bowed out with no comment. Leena had caught his gleaming eye. When Peter came back just before midnight, she was waiting for him in the entrance. From her stiff attitude, he gathered that she had managed to stand with the stuffing pants on as he nicknamed them

- Oh Peter, I was wishing you back hours ago! Could you open that damn padlock? I cannot live, wearing these dildoes inside me!

- Tutt, tutt! I'm the only one allowed to decide on such matters. You are an avowed submissive and don't expect any mercy from me any time. Your future will be a long series of ***********, degradation and cruel uses of your body for any domme's enjoyment : myself, Kyrhan, Kira, Swapna, your grocer and your butler for the time being but other ones soon! Consider the present time as a very gentle warm up for your sexual activities!

Four weeks later, they had danced all the night in a Birmingham notorious dancing place. Practicing Tektronik and other intensive dances with big dildoes up her cunt and a live vibrator up her ass had been a real challenge for Leena. She had grown accustomed to this permanent feeling of total fullness but when she had jumped up, it had been really difficult not to scream. From time to time, Peter led her to the toilets. He entered them to be sure the coast was clear, then he ordered her into the booth. He opened her padlock and freed the hole he intended to use and let the other dildo in. The one he had removed was pushed immediately into her submissive mouth.

As soon as he had unloaded in the hole he had chosen, Peter buttoned up his clothes, pushed the dildo back in place, padlocked her again and left without waiting. Several times, the next user of the toilets found her still on her four on the floor. Curiously none had objected. They had offered their cock to her mouth and have her deepthroat them. Some had peed into her mouth and Leena had swallowed it all.

The stuffing pants were still unknown to her grocer and her butler as they would have used them as chastity belts. But Preeti was delighted when Peter showed her his wife wearing them. She requested her personal key and it became a rather permanent item of Leena's clothing. Preeti opened the padlock only when Leena was sent to her grocer or her butler and also when she was to meet the man Kyrhan had chosen to breed her.

The next meeting with her grocer was at his home. Preeti accompanied her. Leena wondered with a little fear what *********** he intended to inflict her. When they met him, he made a Namaste to Preeti and Peter and slapped Leena's ass with a big smile.

- Good, lass, I hope you're in top physical shape, you'll need all your strength!

Leena wondered whether he intended to make her clean once more his flat as he had done the previous time but he had clearly other ideas. He went down to his garage and climbed into the van he used to transport supplies. He opened the passenger door and helped Preeti in. There was a third seat there but he didn't offer it to Leena or Peter.

- Leena, on your four in the back of the van, on the double and, you, cuckold, I don't want you to try to do anything with your submissive wife. I've found a way to prevent any attempts.

Gupta cuffed Peter's wrist to a stanchion on the opposite side of the van. The trip was rather bumpy. Leena was glad she was not wearing her stuffing pants. She would have been a ruined mess when they arrived. Gupta opened a high metallic door and drove in. There was a wide garden with a small wooden hut with armchairs and a table under a large sunshade where he proposed Preeti to take a seat. In a corner, there was a simple plough with a harness attached to it. Gupta made Leena put on the leather harness. He fixed several leather belts around Leena's torso and belly. She was now tightly tied to the plough. He then put on her head another harness with a leash attached to it and blinders to completely obscure Leena's vision.

Gupta handed the end of the leash to Peter with a long whip.

- Hey, cuckold, I want that this piece of garden I recently bought be conveniently ploughed. Your wife will do the job and you'll drive her while I entertain Mrs Preeti. You have all the afternoon. Use the whip on her if she doesn't work sufficiently and do not be shy with your strokes or you'll replace her between the shafts. She will have a pause when she had done the half of the garden and a bowl of water then back to work!

Peter didn't try to object and signaled to leena to begin pulling. She tried to protest but Gupta pushed a leather bar in her mouth and fixed it to her head harness. She was muted and Gupta went to discuss with Preeti. The weather was very hot and soon, Leena was covered with sweat. It was a far more difficult task than her step and aerobic exercises but she managed to reach a good rhythm that pleased Gupta.

- Good, Leena, if I'd known that you'd be so good, I'd have bought another piece of land far longer than this one and you'd draw a passenger cart.

He turned toward Peter :

- Cuckold, tell me how long since you've fucked your wife for the last time? I hope that miss Preeti doesn't allow you frolicking together!

Peter lied to fulfill Gupta's fantasies.

- No, Master, we ***** in different rooms and both of us wear chastity belts. Miss Preeti has the only key of mine but she has given a copy of Leena's one to my butler.

- Good. So your butler is also cuckolding you too every night, most certainly. It's better and better! Miss Preeti, did you ever think of castrating Peter? That would resolve definitively the problem!

- No! It would be a waste! He sports a really long and hard cock and I use it quite often.

- Miss Preeti, would you like to try my joystick? Then you'll see what a real Indian man can offer you and you'd have no more reason to let that inferior man keep his balls. He isn't worth it. If you decide to do something in this direction, I know someone who could do it properly! He works for farmers who want some of their bulls to be neutered.

- I would be quite pleased to try you but not in front of these two low submissives. Afterward, I may consider your proposition.

- There's a motel nearby. We'll let them toil here while we spend a pleasant moment together and take a refreshment!

When Preeti had left with Gupta, Peter had felt a pang of jealousy. That bastard of a greengrocer was about to enjoy the beautiful Preeti! His second thought was that hearing Gupta proposing to castrate him had made him very hard. He had in reaction a huge erection that would have dwarfed the little Indian grocer. He needed to find some release. Leena was approaching the surface Gupta had decided she should plough to earn a pause. Peter applied a pair of whip strokes to Leena's back and hind quarters. She would speed up and when she had reached the goal Gupta had fixed, Peter would water her. Gupta had prepared a bottle of water he had left in the sun. It would be tepid or even warm but she would have to ***** it. Gupta hadn't told Peter to give his wife fresh water but water from that bottle. Peter felt too submissive to oppose his orders. But Gupta hadn't specifically forbidden him to fuck Leena. . .

Two hours later, Preeti came back with Gupta. He seemed quite proud of his performances and wanted the luscious blonde Australian woman to acknowledge it.

- My dear Preeti, are you now convinced that that wimp husband shouldn't keep his balls : he isn't man enough for that honor. I may phone my friend immediately. We may watch him eat his own balls this very evening!

- Ganesh! What has he done to you? You seem to hate him!

- Hate? No, I just despise him! I think he is the most shameful man on Earth!

Gupta was really serious about it! Preeti had to find a really good excuse or he may decide to do it without her agreement. She knew that Peter loved to be humiliated by the little grocer but not enough to sacrifice him his balls!

- Gupta, you're a fantastic lover, I must recognize it but you fuck too often such a lowly woman as that slut. I couldn't share you with her!

- Oh, Leena, just say that you love me and I'll never touch Leena any more! I'll sell her to her butler. He is fond of her.

- So, let's wait a little. If you still have the same feelings for me in a year, I may consider divorcing my husband and taking you as my mate!

Preeti noted that listening to the propositions of having his balls cut out made Peter very hard. His trousers showed a big revealing tent that advertised his tremendous excitation. Gupta wasn't interested in keeping Leena with him for the evening or the night. His bout with Preeti had ostensibly calmed him and he wanted to show her that he wasn't that interested by the pretty submissive.

They went back home but Preeti didn't intend to share with Leena her own husband's huge erection. She called for the butler and told him the young waitress had been repeatedly shafted and used. She was to be given a long cold shower. Preeti purposefully didn't put any limitation to her sexual duties for the evening. She perfectly knew that Leena, or more exactly, the Indian woman who looked so much like Leena would be gangbanged by the whole male staff. It should be nothing for Leena who had serviced a whole team of twenty horny Dalits in Shandrakor mountain resort every day for three months!

Preeti asked Peter if he would like a dip in their indoor swimming pool. He agreed immediately. He rarely used it with Leena who liked better to improve her suntan on the sun deck. As she spent more and more of her time in India with Kira's Dalits, it could be seen as a logical idea. Preeti being an Australian woman had much more sun at home than she cared for. Peter opened completely the large windows. They felt as if they were outdoors.

The night was cool and the water was warm. Through the windows, they could clearly see the numerous stars of the Milky Way shining like so many bright jewels in the sky. The butler had been told to serve the dinner on a floating table. Preeti had asked to be served Champagne. Leena had serviced them in a tight black formal dress with a white apron. When dessert had been served, Preeti ordered Leena to take away the plates and just leave the flutes and the Champagne bottle in its cooler. She dismissed Leena, telling her to report to the butler for any work for her to do. Preeti loved to give orders to the real owner of the house, make her serve openly her husband and his mistress and even more pleasurable to order her to a man who would fuck her and made her submit completely to his whims. But this night, Preeti was in for a major surprise and a final service to her husband. . .

Preeti, dismissing any thoughts about the sexual services Leena would have to perform that night turned to Peter. She rode his big cock as he slowly walked around in the pool. His steps made her ride his pole quite pleasurably. They kissed repeatedly. Her desire rose slowly and her kisses were getting rapidly more urgent and lingering while their tongues were warring fiercely in their mouths. Peter had repeatedly told her that her skin was smooth, her mouth inviting, her breasts arousing and her cunt sizzling hot. She had just responded by kissing him back over and over again. He had made her cum several times and intended to continue several times more.

Peter hold her tight against his chest as he climbed the staircase at the far end of the swimming pool with Preeti still deeply impaled on his cock. He carefully laid her down on the ottoman near the swimming pool with his cock still embedded to the hilt into her wet cunt. He bent forward and started licking quietly her melon breasts while he was ramming his cock up her cunt. Peter interspaced his steady sucking with gentle nibbling of her nipples with his teeth. He played with her teeth, pulling them to his lips. She responded to his teasing by supporting herself on her elbows and meeting the pulls on his nipple by pushing her full breasts forward, offering them to his greedy mouth.

Preeti pushing her breasts to him, a void formed between their bellies. This void was inviting action. Peter snaked his right hand between their tensed bellies. He could feel the wobbling of her cunt still pounded by his erect cunt but he had another goal : her abandoned clit. His forefinger centered on the sensitive bud and began to tease it. Preeti leaned back, moaning and writhing like a woman in labor. She was gulping air feverishly as her breasts swelled and got ever harder under the attention he was providing them.

Preeti was soon wailing then screaming quite loud to the stars. He played with her body as if he was a musician playing with his violin, making her groan, moan, cry or scream to the rhythm he imposed her. Finally he allowed her frenetic gasps to an even faster tempo, terminating into a screaming crescendo when she climaxed stronger than usual.

Peter controlled himself with a steel will. He continued to fuck her hot pussy quite calmly. He could feel the furnace heat into which his thick veined cock was plunged and she felt his cock like a red hot iron plunged in her belly. God! That stupid Gupta thought that Peter was a wimp unworthy of keeping his balls while Peter had maybe the same staying power than Kyrhan himself! If Gupta had been in the room that night, he might have understood the inanity of his awful projects. Peter was in no hurry to spew his wads of sperm into Preeti's gaping open cunt. She was climbing the slope to yet another climax. Peter wanted both of them to cum together. His slow rhythm was making both of them crazy with need.

Peter continued to caress her love bud, maul her breasts and invade her hot cunt simultaneously. The multiple sensations, in perfect unison, were pushing her toward a mind blowing orgasm.

While Peter was giving a good time to Preeti, Leena was lying on a cornpanion table in her dining room. Only her torso was supported by the table and her belly up to her waist on one side and her head on the other side were hanging freely. The table had been chosen by her butler as it had exactly the required height. He was ramming his erect cock into her cunt while her Bengali chauffeur was using her mouth as if it was just another cunt. She was skewered on both ends like some poultry. The cock filling her mouth and almost obliterating her wind pipe was very useful: without it, her screams of pleasure would have resonated up to the Main Street at twenty yards from there and would have surely attracted attention from her neighbors. The cook and Peter's valet, both of them from Madras were waiting for their turn in the best mahogany armchairs of the room, enjoying Peter's havanas and his prized and very expensive Sherry.

When the four men had tired of fucking Leena, they called for Leena's personal maid, Parvee, and her two drudges of the house. The butler had decided that they, too, could have fun with that submissive Indian woman that so closely looked like their rather strict mistress. The maid came with two big boxes she must have found in the attic. She ordered Leena completely naked.

- I've a complete set of undies and clothes for you!

Parvee opened carefully the first box : when she presented her friends the clothes she had found for Leena. A ruffle of silk could be heard. Leena discovered with surprise what she was expected to put on : an old fashioned corset. It was in very good state. Her maid explained the other girls that such things were used by the English women even in India. The goal was to tightly cinch the waist and push the breasts up while the bottom was pushed back to emphasize its size.

The girls put the corset quite easily on Leena's body. Although she had had eight babies, she had exercised daily and had kept a thin waist. She was very proud to be able to put on that corset but then Parvee told them that the waist could be cinched much further, just by using the laces around the waist : oppositely to the modern equivalent, that lacing was not decorative but intended for real use. Parvi had replaced the strings that could have easily broken. The three girls began to draw the lacing tighter and tighter.

Leena began to feel constricted, having difficulties to breathe normally. She found soon that she could no more use her belly to breathe. When Parvee announced that it was sufficient. Leena was panting with her breasts moving spasmodically to get some air. After half an hour, she got accustomed to the heavy tightening of her waist. She went in front of a mirror in the entrance hall. She was amazed to see the hourglass figure the corset was giving her. The girls complimented her for having been brave enough to endure that *******.

Parvee showed her that there were a few loose bindings. She smiled with mischief when she went out and came back with a contraption of bamboos and metal. Leena realized immediately what it was : a nineteenth century crinoline, a sort of cage to support very ample skirts. She had seen a dress with a a six feet diameter crinoline in a museum but she would never have imagined being fitted into it herself. Attaching the crinoline to her corset was really easy : they just passed it above her head and bound it to her corset. Leena discovered she could walk and even sit on a large sofa but she had lost the suppleness of modern clothes. When she turned on her feet, her whole body turned as if she had been in one piece.

Parvee applauded and called for the two drudges to come and help her. They left Leena alone. She had time to test her unusual undies. The knots were far behind her back and so tight she wasn't able to undo even one of them. The girls came back with a marvelous white silk ball dress. By some miracle, it was about the correct size for her but the corset was surely helping a lot.

Finally, Parvee produced a pair of white shoes with high heels. When they led her to the mirror, Leena saw a princess of old, with a stupendous dress together quite prudish with its hem sweeping the ground and quite wanton with a deep and wide decolletage,

- Ganesh, Where did you find that marvelous dress?

- It was in an old cupboard. I found it when mistress Leena ordered us to clean the attic, two months ago! It was in very good shape. We hand washed it and checked all the seamings.

- If you had an umbrella, it would be complete. English women at that time avoided the sun. A white skin was highly prized!

- But there was an umbrella! Here it is!

- By some miracle from Lakshmi, weren't there also some undies?

- No and you won't need any as we have decided to offer you to Master Peter. Mistress Preeti has been told we will knock at the door of the master bedroom around midnight. She'll let you in and we're pretty sure that Mr Peter will want to fuck you on the spot as soon as he sees you. Maybe, he'll want you in crinoline every day until Mistress Leena comes back. Imagine : you'd be the mistress of the house, an Indian woman being our lady! What an honor for you and for us!

- But it's impossible with such a tack. He won't be able even to come in contact with me!

- You didn't really look at the crinoline : the bones in the front are very thin and flexible. If a man approches somewhat resolutely, they will bend and allow him to come very close with you.

- But the dress would still be an obstacle!

- That is where you discover that this crinoline was marvelously designed : the front bones are not attached except at the waist : they will part and the dress is just lying on the frame : it will be easy to bunch it to your waist.

- Ganesh, you appear you've tested it thoroughly, Parvee!

- I told you so : imagine it would have broken down the first time Mister Peter would have fucked you. It would have ruined our idea! We tested it with the butler. Fucking you in this dress and crinoline will be easier than with a tight miniskirt! You'll find yourself nailed to the wall by our beloved Master!

Leena's maid carefully combed her hair as perfectly as her usual hair dresser. The drudges meanwhile adjusted closely her dress. When they pronounced the lamb ready to be offered to the wolf, they led her in procession to the door of her bedroom. The maid knocked discreetly at the door. Preeti opened it soon after. She opened wide eyes when she discovered the outfit Leena was wearing.

- My god! You look so gorgeous! You are so cute I'd like to eat you, dear. If Peter is not interested, I could keep you for my service! I'd love to have my maid wearing so tight a corset every day. You really look like my Leena, just unusually tanned.

- Thank you, mistress Preeti. Do you think Mister Peter will like my look?

- You bet! If he doesn't get a seizure, he'll be between your legs in a minute! Be ready to pull the hem of your dress out of his way. It would be a pity to rip such a superb garment!

- I'll follow your instructions, Mistress.

- Good! Now thank you, girls, for your magnificent present to your Master. It's time for you to leave, I will lead this sweet maiden to the stallion I've prepared for her! Follow me!

As soon as the girls have closed the door behind them, Preeti whispered to Leena's ear :

- This idea of pretending you are Leena's Indian ringer gets boring! We should make the real Leena come back. I'll pretend the Indian maid had decided to come with me in Australia.

- As you want, mistress : you're totally in charge of the house until my official return!

- I'll announce you to our dear Peter. Peter darling, it was a surprise gift from your staff! She's simply mind blowing!

- She? What are you speaking of. . .

Peter turned toward the door and froze : he had discovered Leena in her crinoline with her complete attire. Her waist in particular was unhumanely reduced from her usual thirty two inches down to twenty eight. Just somewhat more and he would have been able to circle her waist with his both hands, a fantasy he had never imagined possible. . . He recognized the dress she was wearing : it was the ball dress the prettiest of his own ancestors : a stupendous beauty from around 1860 renowned for her very thin waist, ample hips and generous breasts. She usually wore very tight sexy dresses and nobody but the most beautiful women could have dreamed wearing her very tight gowns. Watching his own wife wearing that marvelous dress as if she had been molded into it without apparent difficulty was extraordinary. She was the sluttiest woman in his ancestry. If she had gathered her boyfriends, lovers and whatever else, she could easily have formed a complete battalion, including the medical staff, the surgeon and the nurses, the auxiliary WAC and whatever you may think.

His cock became instantly erect, although it had suffered repeated assaults on Preeti. He just wanted to kiss her lips, sure that the dress would prevent him to get too close of the woman who concentrated his interest at the moment. He was surprised when he felt the dress parting in front of him. He was able to press Leena against his chest and kiss her as he had when he was courting her. He looked at her wonderingly. She pulled back somewhat with a big smile, grabbed the cloth as low as she could and lifted it slowly, revealing her shoes, then her legs and thighs and finally her naked cunt that was wide open, her love fluids making it to glisten in the light of the night lamps.

It wasn't the proper time for foreplay. Taking care not to ruin the delicate fabric, he freed his cock and took it in his hand. It was fully erect, ready to enter the gorgeous cunt that was waiting for it with eager anticipation. He pushed forward and without aiming at all, felt the wet anointing of the head of his cock by the hot and very wet love lips of his wife. He humped forward and felt Leena humping back at the same moment. A second later, his huge weapon was deeply embedded into her awaiting twat and they were beginning to fuck as if there was no tomorrow. They had remained standing and Leena really felt nailed to the wall like a butterfly and she would never have exchanged her place with any woman on Earth at that moment

A long time later, they regained their breath on the sofa, the only piece of furniture where her wide skirts would have allowed her to take a seat, with Preeti serving them cordials.

- My! You were marvelous, both of you! I've rarely seen a couple fucking with such an uninhibited passion without even bothering to disrobe before.

- It's that dress : it has been designed by the cleverest craftsmen. It's very light, its touch is sensual and its shape is so electrifying that you can(t avoid becoming the most wanton trollop in the city. When you wear it, you feel like seducing all the men in the world and you're ready to service any man if he is ready just to ask it from you.

- Yes, my great great grand ******, the ******** of Belinda Burnett had about the same remarks in her diary that I read years ago. She was one of the most stunning women of her time and she played with that to lure any passable man in her bed.

- Belinda, you told me. Is it an old form for Linda, my original name?

- Maybe! Just know that although she had always with her a swarm of ex, present and future lovers, like a queen bee but she had also a passionate marriage with her husband who never got jealous : he was content of fucking her wherever, whenever and how ever he fancied and let her on her own the rest of the time, something like the arrangement between our dear friends Dan and Kira!

- May we follow their example! I pray Ganesh to keep us in love and fucking for a very long time!

- May you be heard!

- Just for the fun, do you want to keep me as your personal maid and do you want me everyday in corset, as Parvee has suggested? I doubt that I could remain in such wide skirts for weeks!

- Humphh! Definitely, I want you in my private rooms more permanently, even with Preeti living with us. A ménage a trios has nothing to scare me : I'm not that old! You bet that I want you in a tight corset, permanently for the next weeks and as long as you can. Afterwards you'll wear a corset just the week ends and on a few special occasions afterward : I also love to watch you walking or dancing in a mini or, even better, some micro-skirt and a close fitting crop tee shirt without any undies. And if any neighbor or cousin objects, let him or her rot in Hell! I want my wife always in the most daring, wanton clothes she can find.

- I'll abide to your every wishes, my beloved Master.

- To hell with this damn pretence of Leena being in India and you being just a servant in your own house. Preeti, please gather all the house staff for the breakfast and get the solvent our dear Gupta has provided us to give back Leena her clear complexion.

Three hours later, all the maids, grudges, valets, cook, chauffeur and butler in the house were gathered in the main hall, wondering why Peter wanted to address them all so early in the morning.

- Good morning to all of you! I wanted to meet you and denounce a fraud in this house : you have been told that my beloved wife is in India and that we have received this new Indian girl who so closely looks like her. You have been mystified! This Indian girl is really my dear wife Leena with just a permanent coloring of her skin applied by her greengrocer. Most of you have fucked or sexually ****** her in the last weeks.

A buzz filled the room. Peter's staff seemed highly worried.

- There's no reason for alarm. I don't intend to fire any of you. My wife and I are still your bosses as usual. Just know that Leena has strong submissive tendencies I let her indulge in. She may in the future pretend again she's just a servant among you. I want you to keep a place for her in your group. She may propose you to fuck her or use her in any submissive or degrading way you may fancy. In that case, use her as you feel proper. You may even continue to pimp her to strangers for your benefit. Just think to safety at all moments. There's a point I want to emphasize : even if you have used her like the lowest slut two hours ago, that doesn't prevent you from obeying her orders when she's back at her place.

- Last words to my good and appreciated butler!

- Yes, sir!

- Please, inform our common good friend Gupta that his threats of castrating me shouldn't be anything but playful words. I may be as dominant as himself! He may have many other occasions of insulting me as harshly as he may like. And now for Leena!

- Yes, darling how can I help you?

- Just a question : I'd like to have a new corset made. It would be tighter. How far do you think you can go further down?

- I don't know precisely : thirty two inches were quite easy. I think we have gone down by a couple of inches. Afterward, regular use of a corset and exercise may allow to get even tighter. What is the goam you'd like to reach .

- My dream would be fifteen inches but I'm ready to settle at any values under twenty inches!

- I pick up the gauntlet! I just wonder how far I could ultimately go!

After Peter had publicly announced his home staff that his wife Leena was a submissive and that the Indian girl most of them had enjoyed so often was their mistress wearing just a skin pigment, the atmosphere had dramatically changed. The previous austere formality had vanished. Leena was now considered basically as just another staff member, a maid especially attached to Peter's service. The butler's prejudice against white women had crumbled as he had had a living proof that they could be as resilient, as friendly, as sexy and as good a fuck toy as any Indian girl.

Peter now informed him when he left for a few days, letting him organize Leena's work schedule, between house chores, shopping to replenish the larder, sexual servicing of the house staff and the men and women the butler pimped her to and the time spent with Gupta, her green grocer. Gupta had resented being told to abandon even the idea of castrating Peter. He still advocated that Leena would have been more available for him and Peter more focused on his main job : providing money for the whole household.

To speed up the process of preparing his field for new crops (salads, radishes, lambs lettuce), Gupta had bought a bigger three furrows plough. He showed it to Peter and Leena.

- Look, slut, I've made big expenses for you. With this bigger plough, you should be able to do the same work in half the time. I've been looking for another field as secluded as this one.

- But, Master it's just too heavy for me to pull it!

- You're right. Therefore I will use Peter for additional strength. I'll harness him with you in front.

It was nonetheless hard work for both of them and Gupta often had plenty of opportunity to whip them to have the work done. To make the whip lashes more painful, he had them pulling the plough stark naked for his enjoyment. He started by lathering Leena's body completely, spreading sun lotion along her ass crack and making it deep into her cunt and ass with his fingers. Peter had to cream his body himself with no help even from his wife. Gupta could easily have made them to work alongside but he was a shrewd bastard. With this arrangement, he was able when he fancied to stop the team, position himself just behind Leena's defenseless hind quarters and fuck her cunt or ass at will without even unhitching her, just inches in front of her hubbie who could just watch and listen to the noises his beloved wife was producing as she was fucked mercilessly by the little man. Peter had a direct view on Gupta's ass crack as he was humping hard Leena. It was just another *********** for him. Gupta also poured continuously lewd contemptuous comments on him.

- You see, cuckold, this way, I can fuck your slut wife whenever I decide so. Maybe, you will learn how to adequately pleasure a woman, by watching me that closely!

- Yes, Master, I will try my best!

- It's a pity that Mistress Preeti and myself don't intend to let you ever fuck your wife again. The right place for the sperm of such a lowly cuckold like you is in the toilets bowl but not inside his wife's, or any woman's for that matter, quim!

- You're right, Master!

When they had finished their day work, Gupta hosed them down, aiming occasionally the direct jet of water on Leena's ass hole. She felt then as if a column of solid water ****** its way into her arse. It was a moment of intense bliss, submissive bliss but mind blowing pleasure nevertheless. Gupta then carefully soaped Leena'body, insisting on her quim, breasts and ass again. Afterwards, he usually made her put on a saree or a ghagra directly on her wet body, with just a thread around her waist and no petticoat underneath, just to make her look sexier. He often took them to a dancing hall and bar not very far from his shop with plenty of Indian customers. There, he always chose a table and sat on a padded armchair, offering a mere stool to Leena and ordering Peter to stay standing at the bar with a glass of tap water while he sipped an Indian beer.

He usually danced several times with Leena who was a very good dancer before letting other men and occasionally women dance with her. He had never made any objections when her partners grabbed her ass cheeks above her saree or snaked their hands under her choli. When their caresses got more intimate, he proposed the guys to move to a little used billiard room. He usually yelled for Peter, telling him with a loud voice in order to be heard throughout the hall.

- Hey, cuckold! Some of these guys developed a hard on watching your slut wife being manhandled on the dance floor. She is going to satisfy their appetites. You'll remain at the door asking for people if they want to fuck your wife inside. When her holes will be too messy, we will let you in and you'll have to lick your wife clean. You're not to swallow the spunk but transfer it to your wife's mouth. A lowly cuckold like you is not worthy of keeping superior men's jizzm in his stomach, don't you think so, cuckold?

- You're certainly right again, master!

Such events attracted quite a few Indian men from the neighborhood. It wasn't unusual for Leena to service more than twenty (but once up to fifty for the last Holî feast) men : Indian, Bengali, Sri Lankan or Pakis alike and Peter was called four times or more to clean his wife. He had to perform under the sarcastic comments of the men present in the room and, among them of Gupta. The most difficult for him was that watching his dear wife covered with strangers' cum gave him immediately a raging hard on. He would have loved finding a release by fucking Leena but Gupta would have stopped him immediately. He had to stay with his achingly bulging and very full balls until he came back home.

Gupta was very suspicious, for good reasons but he couldn't be sure of it, that Preeti was so lenient with Peter that she allowed him to fuck his wife as soon as Gupta had left them in the entrance of their house. To prevent her as completely as he could, to take care of his prick during the travel, he had imagined making him travel in the car trunk and her in the cabin with him. He would depose him at the backdoor service entrance before accompanying her one hour later to the main door. In the interval, he drove her to some ill lit zone in the outskirts of the town and fuck her on the car hood. If Peter wasn't allowed to fuck his wife, Gupta was by all means! When he arrived to deliver him, he rung the entrance bell and asked to meet Preeti, reminding her each time to keep them afar from one another. He could have very sophisticated manners if he decided so.

One evening, he presented a very special demand to Preeti.

- I would need your help, Mistress Preeti, if you could find it possible!

- If I can do whatever you want, my dear Gupta, my help is obviously granted. How can I help you?

- I've told you that I'm looking for a larger piece of land to increase my local bio vegetable production. As I want Leena and Peter to remain the only work ***** on my estate, I need high walls and no nearby high rise building so that I can keep them naked. I've just found the suitable place but the owner wants when the contract is signed that I provide some pretty ass chick to make the sale. He is fat and ugly but I thought that Leena could do the job!

- It'll be my pleasure, Gupta. Leena has a crush on handsome, muscular superior Indian men but she must learn that some men don't meet her high standards and she'll be expected to service them, nevertheless! More over, as she is a submissive, I should keep the most handsome men for my own needs and let her take care of the old, weak or ugly ones and of course the lowest castes men!

- You're very obliging, mistress Preeti.

- How will you want her? Indian or European clothes, formal, sexy or really wanton dress?

- I would like to surprise him. He is a Paki from an Afghan border tribe. I had an idea about Leena's most suitable outfit. . .

One week later, Gupta had come to fetch Leena. To arrive in style, he had stayed with Leena in the back of his car and Peter had driven them, wearing a chauffeur cap. When he stopped the car, he jumped out of it and opened Gupta's door. The little green grocer turned to help Leena out of the car. She really needed his help to climb out of the car. He had made her put on a garment type she had never worn in all her life. She even very rarely had seen it in the streets in England and it surely attracted attention on the street sidewalk. She had already found that her vision was terribly impaired and she really needed to be accompanied everywhere. She was wearing an Afghan Burqah, some sort of loose phantom suit with a cloth in front of her eyes for a very limited vision through the material. There was a second layer that could be added, plunging her into complete darkness and ******* her to be led in the street by her husband or a guard but Gupta had not requested her to put it on. The common Burqah are in blue color but hers was black, marking her as a Shiite woman.

Leena followed obediently Gupta to the door. He rang and the door opened in front of them. The owner was surprised and puzzled to discover that woman in such unusual outfit. He had expected to discover some fine looking whore and not a mysterious heap of drab cloth. He led them to his office.

- So this is the girl you promised me. Don't tell me you went as far as Kabul to fetch me a girl from my country! I rather prefer some hot Indian or exotic wench!

- I think you'll find her very exotic, indeed!

Gupta grabbed the burqah just on the top of Leena's head and pulled it up. He theatrically threw aside the discarded garment. Underneath, the man with them discovered Leena in all her beauty, wearing just a skimpy Egyptian belly dance outfit, with black seethrough saroual with wide slits from her ankle to her waist. The bra was even more reduced, down to a net of very small black enamel beads, just covering loosely her nipple and delineating the normal position of the bra. The rest was made with evanescent shreds of the sheerest material that outlined more than they covered the firm splendor of her bosom. She had more cloth in her filmy black silk armlets than in the rest of her outfit.

Anyone would have deemed Leena, an exotic and oh so much erotic appearance. The owner gulped when he discovered that the outfit didn't include the least material to cover the puffy lips of her crotch. She was the incarnation of the famed Houri from the Muslims' heaven. They wouldn't have to make her disrobe to fuck her completely shaven and obviously very wet cunt and the bra would be shredded into pieces the first time someone got his hand on her tits. She was ripe for the picking! The two men sighed at the view of her fabulous pendulous breasts. They, in a single movement, pulled out their cocks from their dhotis

When Leena saw the two huge cocks, her body took fire. She swooned and began to rub her very wet mound. Her other hand pinched feverishly her nipples, destroying the fragile fabric of her bra. She was no more Leena, the high society English wife of one of the most powerful CEO in England, she was just a dancing girl ready to fulfill any sexual services required by the men with magnificent phalluses surrounding her. She was now nothing more that a female in heat and could think of nothing but those two big cocks and her very wet pussy.

Their guest stroked his big cock as he watched the very beautiful and quite wanton girl frenetically rubbing her pussy before him. He was rock hard, ready to fuck her. Leena couldn't take her eyes off his ten inches cock. Slowly she moved closer to him until she stood over his body sprawled on a sofa. Leena looked him straight in the eyes as she rubbed her sopping wet cunt with her hand and massaged her big tits with the other ones, preparing herself for one of the lewdest and most exciting fuck of her life. Walking half naked in the street under her burqah had been a major turn on for her. She might consider making an habit of it even when she went to University.

Leena broke their eye contact and looked down between her heaving tits to her pussy. Slowly, Leena used both her hands to open up herself to show both men how slick, hot and juicy she was. She pushed her pelvis forward until she straddled him. Soon her wet hole hovered over his very hard and swollen cock but she didn't try to tease him any longer. A second later Leena had greedily impaled herself on his bloated shaft. It slid into her honey pot quite easily.

- Oh, Ganesh!

Leena was now shrieking and screaming. His cock had ignited an instant fiery burst of sensations that were overflowing her mind. Gupta was really using her as a whore to advance his financial projects and she loved being used that way. She would have been ready to engage in some escort girl or even call girl career. Leena's orgasm was one of the best that she had had, even in Kyrhan's arms. Her nameless guest remained rock hard deep in her cunt as she spasmed and vibrated from head to toes. He'd never seen anything so erotic. Leena didn't stop to move after her first mind blowing climax. She immediately afterwards began to frantically bounce up and down on his cock. She made grunting noises each time she impaled herself on his pole. He began to maul her big tits in his hands.

Leena pulled him to her breasts and made him suck them as she pumped up and down on his shaft. His senses went on overload as he was fucked mercilessly by the overstimulated white woman. He wondered how it was possible he had still not drained himself in her cunt. Since her encounter with Kyrhan, Leena had had very few occasions of fucking some non Hindu men aside from Peter, Dan and a few of the husbands of Kyrhan's harem girls. She had never tried a Muslim or a Jew. She would sample a few just to see whether their circumcised cock could do crazy things to her when she fucked them. A second climax was actively building up in her loins. When the man spewed his cum in her avid cunt, she climaxed with him, just a few minutes later, for the second time.

- Ganesh, it's so gooddddd! Don't even think of stopping or I **** you! You're so biggggg, I love it, arghhh!

Leena was not fully satisfied now. She pulled off his cock as soon as she had regained her senses and fell on her knees in front of him. Her thighs were coated with sticky jizzm but she just didn't care a damn. She bent down and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. The man moaned slightly as she worked hard to revive him. The room was filled with slurping noises and encouraging words from the beneficiary of Leena's attention.

- That's it, chick! Lick Mahmud's cock back to life. My balls are still full of hot milk for you! Oh you're wonderful!

Mahmud, if it was his name, was fast rising up to Leena's expectations. She was licking it from base to top before swallowing in all. That was just another gift from Kyrhan : he had patiently worked her hard to be able to deep throat his huge male dick. Mahmud was significantly shorter and more slender, no big difficulty for her. But he wasn't aware of her unusual abilities. He had placed his hands behind her head and he was pulling her in as if he tried to get deeper into her gullet. It was him who was not long enough but he didn't realize it! She was now massaging and squeezing his cock with her throat muscles and she elicited ecstasy whimpers from her partner. Mahmud had never been so pleasantly serviced by any of the many girls he had fucked in his life. Leena? She must be Indian. God! They are apparently the best cock suckers in the world. He vowed silently to fuck only Hindi girls in the future. How much would Gupta charge to have her service him once, no twice a week? Or even better, he could buy her to the little green grocer : he would be able to fuck her twice a day, maybe even more!

Mahmud's cock was now throbbing in her throat, sending flashes of exquisite pleasure anywhere in his belly and mind. Leena paused a moment licking Mahmud's swollen shaft to examine with wide eyes his large balls.

- Ooohhh, Mahmud, it looks like your balls are so swollen they are about to burst. God, I'd love to have you empty them in my belly. I can't wait to have you fill my body with your potent baby making cum. Any woman must be very proud bearing your babies!

Leena's words were a potent turn on for Mahmud. Leena seemed to really crave for his sperm. If a female, whether she is married or a pure virgin, wants it that hard, then she should be given solace immediately. That is any male's duty. Mahmud pushed back the still slurping Leena off him and laid her back on the sofa. His balls were now hurting him. He wasted no time before burying his cock to the hilt inside Leena's pussy. He began to fuck her hard and she arched her back to meet his strokes. Leena alternated rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and delicately pressing Mahmud's balls.

- Give it to me, my stallion, my beautiful Afghan bull!! I want it as hard and fast as you can.

Each screaming word from Leena inflamed Mahmud more and more. They continued for several minutes before Mahmud tried to plunge even deeper inside her pussy. He was furiously hammering against her cervix as if he tried to ***** the entry. Leena encouraged him by screaming to his ear :

- Fill my womb, lover, fill me up with your rich sperm, Mahmud, breed me!

Even if the baby of the man Kyrhan had recently chosen to breed her was developing in her womb, there was no harm encouraging Mahmud and giving ideas to Gupta. A few fast strokes from Mahmud were sufficient to reach the glorious conclusion of their fucking. She climaxed a third time as she felt his final pumping thrusts. He was too excited to count the spurts of his cream that filled up Leena's womb. He remained sprawled on her body and she loved feeling his weight on her belly. They kissed passionately on the lips with their tongues intricately entwined. When they parted at last, Mahmud couldn't refrain from emitting a gratified comment :

- Never, never in my life, I felt something approaching. Such women like you are sent by God to relieve the pains of mankind! I always used women and never thanked them to have accomplished their female's duty but I must thank you. You were fantastic. Now, we can rest some time. I may find enough energy to fuck you again.

- What, are you kidding, Mahmud? I was just getting warmed up and ready for another round, a real one this time!

- Sorry but I'll need to recover somewhat. What about calling for rein*****ments? Gupta, help yourself and if our dear Leena is still begging for more, call for Selim! He is my secretary and body guard. He is as big as a tower and hung like a horse stallion!

Gupta was used to fucking Leena but it was an opportunity to have her gangbanged. Certainly Mahmud would be revived watching Leena being double teamed and he would join the fun! In such a big house, he may have other male staff on hand. Presenting them the cuckolded husband would be a major attraction! Mahmud seemed really hooked : he would certainly bid for having Leena at his disposal regularly and maybe offer to buy her definitively. Gupta was ready to agree with the provision Leena would be servicing him once or twice a month. Peter would have no more access to his wife although she would live just six miles from his home : even better than his first idea of castrating him! Gupta would never give him her address or phone number, just to prevent any crazy ideas of retrieving his wife!

Gupta called for Selim who was waiting in the adjacent room. He informed the body guard of the orders of his master. Mahmud confirmed them and left. Selim was sturdier than Kyrhan himself. If his cock was in proportion to his body, Leena was in for a non negligible stretching!

The two men turned toward their unsuspecting victim. They fucked her one after the other for two hours. Then Mahmud joined in the fun. Leena was finally dropped in front of her home by Gupta around 06AM. Peter was mad with anguish. He had returned home on foot, letting the car to Gupta. He had feared that Gupta had ********* her, kept her for his pleasure or sold her in some far away country.

She was nude under her burqah now. Her dancing girl outfit lay, shredded under Mahmud's bed, helplessly stained by thick semen. Mahmud wasn't a fine gentleman but a brutish male who accepted no rule but his own or of someone more fiendish than himself. Peter was no match for him on that level. Leena told them he had haggled with Gupta for an hour over her future services to him. Gupta wanted to sell completely Leena to the Paki, keeping just for him the possibility of fucking her once or twice a week. That had been vetoed by Mahmud who wanted Leena either once or twice a week or totally his with no provisions, no contact at all with her English husband or her greengrocer. Mahmud told him he intended to fly her to Karachi and have her cloistered in his home in Waziristan, closely guarded by fellow savage tribesmen. Mahmud was infuriated when their discussion ended with no agreement at all. Gupta seemed less sad as he was keeping Leena, even if he had not been able to take Peter out of the game.

Peter and Preeti helped Leena into the shower. She was too exhausted to clean herself of the encrusted cum covering her from head to toe. Peter prepared her a scented bath while Preeti massaged her friend with lavender essential oil to release her stress and calm her. When she was able to talk at last, she narrated them what Mahmud then Gupta and Selim had done to her and their discussion about her eventual purchase by Mahmud.

- When he told Gupta that he intended to put me in his harem, somewhere in Pakistan, I already imagined myself waiting there for his visits, making my best to pleasure him, hoping as the ultimate reward that he would allow me to go to Peshawar or even Rawalpindi under my concealing Burqah. It made me very hot. Peter, could you wear Paki clothes and walk with me in my burqah in the streets of Birmingham or London, as if you were guarding or surveying me?

- My pleasure, luv! But just a provision : I organize for a charity a fancy dress ball, next month! I want you to attend in the same outfit you wore with Mahmud : a skimpy bellydancer costume covered with a burqah. You'll shed it at midnight when the guests take off their masks and appear in all your beauty in front of our guests.

- Will there not be some gossips afterward, having your wife half naked in front of five hundred high society scions?

- It will be some sort of a coming out. Afterward, I think that a few circles will be closed to you, the most prudish and boring but other ones, much more interesting, will open to you.

- But your board?

- No problem, after having seen you in your belly dance costumes, I expect to receive a hundred proposals for other fancy dress balls for you and me. It could be a boost for my company.

- Shall I wear the same outfit?

- No, Preeti. You'll be as usual some haughty, upper caste Indian woman in some extraordinary saree. Most of my board members will have a hard on just watching you dance with me and will pester me for being allowed just one dance with you. They won't have the guts to dance with a belly dancer, even she is the wife of their CEO but their aides will vie for a dance with her. Many of them will think that I came with my wife and my mistress and they will be right on target! That'll just improve my reputation!

- You seem not to have the same reputation with Gupta!

- Sure : since I've married my more than pretty Leena, I have in my circle of friends the reputation of a domineering womanizer, someone loving to be surrounded by beautiful women. It can be boring. That's why I developed my submissive tendencies and Gupta helps me a lot there.

- OK, let Leena rest a little. Will you be ready for some more submissive action, this afternoon?

- For sure, Preeti!

After lunch, Leena announced that she was ready for anything Preeti could ask from her.

- OK, slut, I want you on your four, stark naked on the table in the lobby. Fetch me the camcorder and a flogger.

Peter was uncertain whether he would be allowed to have a role there or whether he was to be just a spectator. Preeti quickly organized the scene.

- Leena, lower your shoulders : your nipples should graze the table, lift your head, try to look forward without glancing sidewise. This scarf will be an efficient blindfold. Peter, use the flogger on her back and buttocks while I change in my bedroom. Two strikes per minute and she must be marked each time! I'll count the weals and I'll give you ten of my own for those missing to leave a mark.

- Aye aye, mistress!

When Preeti came back, she was wearing a body fitting black leather camisole, delineating her sumptuous bosom. She was also wearing black thigh high boots with very high heels, a complete outfit for a dominatrix! She was carrying a long braided whip on her right hand and another item that drew frightened gasps from Leena.

It was a strap on dildo, a big one she had already attached to her lower belly. The dildo was jutting out obscenely. It dangled as she walked in a rather realistic way. It was as black as night.

- It has been molded on Kyrhan's cock just after he had taken a Viagra pill and just before he fucked Kira. He had abstained for a week. So his cock was even longer and larger than usual. He had to lubricate Kira's cunt and ass and he had to fight a long time to enter her. I'll have been appointed by our common Master the privilege of fucking you with that mammoth cock. Peter, prepare your wife if you don't want her to be split open by this marvelous joy toy!

- Mistress, what am I to do exactly?

- Stupid ass hole! As if you had never prepared your wife to be fucked by other men's big cocks!

Peter had to lick his wife's cunt and ass but stop just before making her cum. Her cunt and ass hole were gaping open then. He spattered butter and cold cream on and in her holes, pushing it inside with his fingers. Then he was told to cover Preeti's ebony cock with his saliva. His jaws were aching, for being so widely opened. He had to take as much of it as he could in his mouth. When he had finished his job, he was to announce it loud. Preeti rammed on this signal his pretty wife's fragile cunt with her monster black cock.

Preeti fucked her friend as hard as she could until Leena cummed with pitiful sobs. Then, Preeti took off her cock from Leena's cunt and shoved it into Peter's mouth. When he was through with it, she presented the tip of her cock to Leena's ass. When Leena had finally cummed a second time, Preeti gave Peter her cock to clean. She ordered him to call for his butler. She told him to fuck Leena in front of her husband as hard as he could. He gave his boss a contemptuous grin and made his best to make her scream as ordered.

He sat down on the bed and grabbed her. He positioned her so that she was turning her back to him and bent forward. He entered her from behind and started immediately pumping his hips up and down. Peter could hear his thighs whacking her buttocks with a liquid noise and her screams of ecstasy. Her breasts were wobbling and bouncing freely. He cupped them with his hands. He squeezed them as if he was trying to milk her. After a few minutes, he freed her right breast and started fingering her asshole. Peter could see everything, her cunt going up and down on his erect cock and her face beaming with pleasure. She turned her face to him, he bent forward and kissed her mouth fiercely. He was openly pushing his tongue into her mouth.

He stopped and shifted position again. He put her on all fours and quickly jumped behind her. He began fucking her doggie style, holding her hips and slamming his hips back and forth at her buttocks. Leena was moaning loudly, encouraging to fuck her harder. Her tits were jiggling and bouncing wildly. It must have been painful but she wasn't asking him to stop, on the contrary.

- Fuck me, yes. . . fuck me harder, give it to me, Ganesh, It's so good to have a real man fucking you. . . That feels so good, fuck me harder, come on, spew your cum inside me. I feel as if your cock is reaching my throat.

At one time, the butler's eyes came to Peter's figure. He seemed to slow down his moves. Leena scolded him :

- Don't stop, ass hole, don't mind that wimp, ignore him! He has never been able to satisfy me! Show him how a real man gives pleasure to a woman!

- Yes you must be right : a real man would have killed us or himself and at least would have left not to see us fucking on his marital bed. Only an inferior white man could watch his wife fucked by a superior Indian man! Watch, cuckold, your whore wife is begging your superior to fuck her

Leena ordered Peter to take a seat on a stool as chairs and armchairs were meant for real men and women and watch them closely.

- Try to learn something of it, scum.

Peter obeyed meekly and that seemed to inflame the butler's senses. He started humping more ******** Leena. Judging by her screams of bliss, she wasn't adverse to taking it this rough. Therefore, Peter wasn't overmuch surprised when she begged her butler to fuck her in the ass. She told him there was a tube of KY jelly in the night stand. He sneered :

- Why are you keeping this jelly here? Don't tell me you fuck his ass with a dildo!

The butler covered his cock with the jelly and he started buggering Leena right in front of her husband's eyes. It was the most erotic sight to watch that big dark cock entering slowly his wife's white ass. He could see that incredible look of ecstasy on her face. Peter thought that she was doing an incredible job, clenching desperately her sphincter on his cock and giving way slowly. She had been reamed so often by Kyrhan that he could have entered her straight forward with Leena barely noticing it. He had the impression he was entering her nice and easy. Her ass seemed to be the tightest sheath for him, as if she had been molded to fit him.

The butler went in all the way, fucked her still so slowly in the ass for several minutes. Peter could follow from her moans how much she was enjoying it. She cummed marvelously and begged him to cum in her mouth. He pulled out of her ass and pushed his cock between her lips and he fucked her face untill he came aplenty and noisily. He sputtered a heavy load and she drank it all, smiling proudly as she cleaned his cock with her tongue.

Peter stood up. The butler looked questioningly to him. Leena opened her thighs invitingly.

- Don't be unquiet! He just wants to clean me up. Go on, cuckold, lick up your servant's cum from your wife's cunt!

Peter bent forward at once and the butler watched him doing his office. He sat up in bed, laughing at Peter while massaging his cock, trying to make it hard again for another round.

When Peter had licked it all, Leena made him swallow it all and present his open mouth for their inspection. Leena told her husband to go down to the kitchen and prepare them refreshments and toasts with orange marmalade as they were ravenously hungry. It was a convenient way to gain some intimacy. Preeti left them cuddling in bed, fondling one another as any couple of lovers in the world do. When Peter came back with Preeti, Leena was sucking his cock. They had their collation and told Peter to clear up.

He just fucked her one more time before taking a shower with her. That was the beginning of another round of kinky actions I may tell you another time. Peter lost that night a large part of his prestige in front of his butler who resigned shortly after.

That was a side objective for Preeti who had always been worried about the relations between Gupta and Peter's butler.

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Blackmailing Alison


It is 10.30pm and student nurse Alison is standing in an empty examination room in a deserted part of out-patients. She is wearing her 'jay cloth' student nurse uniform, she has blindfolded herself and has her hands up on the back of her head, elbows ****** back, her legs are spread shoulder width apart. As she stands there alone waiting for what she knows is about to occur she thinks back to how she came to be here!

Alison is a third year student nurse, 5 foot 4 inches tall, brunette, of average build the 29 year old is a single parent. Whilst her clinical skills are rated as excellent her written course work was suffering from the need to juggle home and work. Last month in desperation, having failed a sociology assignment, she turned to an online forum for support; here she struck up a relationship with a student who said they were studying in the north of England.

This student offered her a completed essay which reportedly had passed with flying colours, despite misgivings Alison submitted the essay virtually word for word, to her relief it passed, then the emails started!

The first one just said 'I know what you've done!'

Alison ignored it but each night on turning on her computer there was another, then another, all from someone calling himself 'The Master'. The third email gave her a choice of resigning from the course or excepting a punishment, to signal her acceptance Alison was told to wear a skirt and dark sheer nylons to college the next day.

The next being a university study day she would have normally worn jeans, with great unease she complied with the instructions and wore a skirt with black tights. Throughout the day she was alert for someone acting strange as she knew her tormenter must in college but detected nothing abnormal.

That night the email awaiting her said simply, 'Good Girl, await further instructions!!

Further emails instructed her to acquire various items which she instructed to keep in her handbag at all times. Then came the one which led to her standing alone in a empty examination room tonight.

She was instructed to delay leaving the ward at he end of the late shift, she was then to collect her handbag containing the requested items from the locker room and go to the staff toilet. Here she was instructed to remove her natural coloured tights (her tormenter was insistent on tights) then to chuck her knickers in the waste bin and put her tights back on. She was then to apply some lipstick and ensure her uniform was straight. On leaving the ward instead of heading out of the hospital she was instructed to go to out-patients.

On arriving there she found it deserted and in darkness, she locked the door at the entrance behind her as instructed and walked towards the crack of light that was coming from examination room one. On entering the examination room she found it empty, just a sealed envelope with her name on it!

The final instructions called for her to empty the requested items from her handbag on to the dressing trolley, then to cut a bandage into four lengths which she was to tie to each corner of the examination table!! She was then instructed to stand in front of and facing the desk, her feet must be spread at least shoulder width apart, she was to then blindfold herself with the blindfold she had purchased earlier then to raise her hands to the back of her head, interlocking her fingers and ***** her elbows back, then to wait!!!

At least she thought to herself that this would soon be over, little did she know that in the years to come she would attend this office many times, her uniform would change to staff nurse, then ward sister but she'd still standing here , hands on head awaiting The Master!

As Alison had walked down the corridor to outpatients she didn't know it but she was being watched.

His heart beat quickened as he saw her in her uniform, with a small black handbag slung over her shoulder, walk towards her fate. He entered the ward and locked himself in the single staff toilet. He opened the waste bin and there on top he found what he hoped to find, a black pair of knickers, still warm having only just been discarded. That meant she was following his strict instructions.

At this early stage of his plan it was imperative that she didn't learn the identity of her tormenter so before leaving the toilet he sprayed himself liberally with the aftershave that he had just purchased from the hospital shop, a brand he had never worn before and never would again, except in his guise as 'The Master'.

He waited 5 minutes before leaving the ward and walked slowly to the out-patients department. He tested the outer door and found it had been locked, another good sign. With the key he had obtained ,months ago, when his plan was in its very early stages he unlocked the door, entered and quickly locked it again behind him.

At the end of the dark corridor he could just make out the outline of light coming from the examination room. As he walked down the corridor he produced from his pocket, a mini-camcorder which he placed in his right hand and turned it on. On opening the door, there standing with her back to him was his prize, with the camcorder running he entered and closed the door.

He circled his prize taking in every detail, she was standing as instructed, facing the desk, her nylon clad legs were spread, her hands on the back of her head, her elbows were ****** back causing her breasts to strain against her uniform. He filmed her in close detail before placing the camera in the corner of the room to film the coming encounter.

He walked to the dressing trolley, on it were spread the items he had specified, one of which was a single sheet of A4, he took it and walked around the desk and sat in the chair. The sheet contained the answers to questions he had emailed last night enquiring about her past sexual experience, he did not know if the answers were true, nor did he care. Again it showed she had followed his instruction which was good, as he had given very precise instructions, which detailed what was expected of her so that he didn't betray his identity by speaking.

He folded the paper placed it in pocket before rising from the chair and picking up and placing the chair so that it was to the right side of where Allison stood, facing her. He grasped the hem of her uniform and rolled it up and tucked it under her navy belt. The sight of her legs encased in sheer nylon (the folded paper in his pocket told him their colour was mink) caused a straining in his groin, which strengthened as he took the opportunity to fondle them.

Whilst continuing to stroke her leg with his right hand he brought his left back and struck her arse SMACK!

"One, two, three" after each smack she counted in a low voice, again following his instructions.

He varied the point of impact, both cheeks and her inner and outer thighs received his attention, soon he could see her skin reddening through the nylon. Now he wanted to see more of her so stood directly in front of her in the gap between her and the desk. He undid her uniforms press studs before lowering its zip to where it met her belt. He pulled the uniform apart, exposing her black bra; he took both beasts in his hands, roughly rubbing her nipples through the gauzy material.

Her nipples soon became hard; he then removed each breast from their cups. He stood back to take in the view, the hard nipples gave him an idea. He ran his hand down her front and inside her tights, he inserted first one then two fingers inside her, she was wet, very wet! She was enjoying this; he removed the fingers and put them to her lips which parted. He inserted the fingers into her mouth she eagerly used her tongue clean all the juices from them. When he was satisfied he removed them, with one finger he applied light pressure to her chin her mouth parted and her tongue emerged; she really had studied the instructions in great detail.

He leant towards her and extended his tongue till they both touched, the tongues danced together just their tips touching before he took hers into his mouth she continued to respond as her tongue explored his mouth.

He broke the kiss and walked to the dressing trolley, from it he took a pair of handcuffs. He took her left hand and she compliantly let him move it to her front and to handcuff her wrist before doing the same with the other hand so that her wrists were cuffed in front of her. He tugged her wrists forward until she was bent forward with her wrist to elbows resting on the desk in front of her. He pressed on her chin and again she opened her mouth and extended her tongue out; there would be no need to gag her!

He then turned his attention back to her legs he took his time fondling them. As he grasped her left ankle, she again demonstrated her compliance by lifting it from the floor, he removed her black penny loafer shoe, revealing the rein****** toe of her tights, before placing her foot back on the floor but this time spread it much wider. When she tried to but her heal down he slapped her calf.

'"Sorry" she said!She understood now he wanted her on tiptoes!

He did the same with her right leg; this new position caused her nylon clad calves to appear very toned. He returned to the dressing trolley examined its contents before selecting the largest of two dildos. He returned and grasped the waistband of her tights pulling them down to just below her arse. The dildo slipped easily unto her, he turned it on before pulling her tights back up to stop it from sliding out of her.

He checked that camcorder was getting this as she quietly moaned herself to orgasm which was signalled by her legs momentarily giving way slightly.

He then took a suspender belt and pair of natural stockings from the dressing trolley, placed them on the desk in front of her together with an envelope, he uncuffed her wrists. He collected the camcorder before leaving the office he turned the lights off, on, off, on, off, on.

Click, click, click, click, click the signal that it was all over, reached Allison as the still throbbing dildo was bringing her to another orgasm; she collapsed to her knees and pulled the blindfold off. As her eyes readjusted to the light she pulled the dildo from within her. She was alone in the room; she opened the envelope with dread knowing it would contain further instructions.

It gave her 5 minutes to put the room back as she found it and leave. Before leaving she was to change into the stockings; her sodden tights were to be left on the desk.

As she left the office she was again being observed; her uniform looked smart, no one would know she was knickerless and that her arse and thighs glowed red. As she walked to her car Alison could feel juices running down her inner thighs to her stocking tops; she wondered why all those other items she'd spent the last few days obtaining were not used?

After she had disappeared from view 'The master' re-entered the room; it was spotless save for the small nylon bundle sitting on the desk. The tights joined the knickers in his pocket as souvenirs of the night's events; he knew what Alison didn't; that the objects now back in her handbag would get used on future rendezvous'!!

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The Takeover


Tiffany Louth was a nineteen year old teenager, she had long dark blonde hair and beautiful bright blue eyes. She had an amazing tanned slim body and her bra size was thirty two D. To say she was gorgeous was an understatement.

Tiffany was a lovely girl, slightly naive but she had a heart of gold. One thing she was bad for though was cock teasing, she wouldn't do it on purpose, but she was a massive flirt.

Tiffany was a very popular person, who had a lot of friends. She was a very bubbly person who was always happy, even though she worried about the smallest of things.

Tiffany worked as a trainee sales executive for her Dad's company Louth Produce. She had been working there for about year and a half. Her work would sometimes mean she'd have to walk through the main factory, which she would always enjoy, the office where she worked as full of middle aged people, the factory had more people her own age.

Her Dad Steve was a successful local business man, who was the sole owner of Louth Produce, the company he founded fifteen years ago.

Steve was forty years old and was happily married to Tiffany's Mum, Sarah, who was also forty years old.

Steve had always spoilt Tiffany, anything she wanted she got, this was probably the reason for Tiffany being such a Daddy's girl, she absolutely adored her ******.

When she was a young girl Tiffany had always thought her Dad was the powerful person in the world, every time he took her to his factory people would always speak to him with the upmost respect.

Since Tiffany had started working for her Dad she had noticed that he would often speak to his employees with little or no respect, often shouting and swearing at his workers. She asked him why he was so horrible to some of his workers, he just said they knew he didn't mean it and that it was just business, Tiffany as always believed her beloved Dad.

Recently Tiffany had been hearing rumours that the factory was struggling to make a profit and was on the verge of being sold, Tiffany would always tell people that, that was not the case as her Dad would definitely tell her if he was going to sell the factory.

Then one Wednesday morning, Tiffany's Dad announced that there would be a meeting in the main factory at half past twelve and that everybody should attend.

The announcement made Tiffany worried, her Dad never called meetings like this, she thought to herself. She decided to go see her Dad in his office, rather than wait for the meeting, as she was getting more and more worried.

Tiffany knocked on her Dad's office door and walked in. Her Dad was sat in his office with a bloke that Tiffany didn't recognise, he was smartly dressed and seemed to be in his late fifties. Tiffany noticed how the bloke was undressing her with his eyes, Tiffany was used to men looking at her in that sort of way.

"Dad can i speak to you about the meeting in the main factory please." Asked Tiffany.

"For god sake Tiffany, can't you see that i'm busy." Snapped her Dad. Tiffany turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Now the teenager really was worried, her ****** never spoke to her like that, something must be seriously wrong, she worried to herself.

Half past twelve finally arrived, all of Tiffany's Dad's workers were in the main factory, there must of been at least one hundred and fifty employees there.

Her ****** announced that he had sold the factory to a firm called Fisher Foods. He went on to explain that the factory had to be sold in order for it to move forward.

Tiffany felt like she had been kicked in the stomach, how could her Dad keep this from her. She looked around at all the other employees, they all looked so worried.

The well dressed bloke that Tiffany saw in her Dad's office, took over the meeting from her Dad. Tiffany now got a proper look at him, he was quite short, only about five foot five inches. His hair was completely grey and he was starting to go bald on top. He was a little overweight, but he did look in good shape for a man of his age.

The man introduced himself, his name was Chris Fisher, he owned Fisher Foods and like her Dad he was a self made man. He explained that Tiffany's Dad, Steve would be staying on for the foreseeable future as one of the directors of the company.

He finished the meeting, saying that unfortunately there would be a few redundancies. Tiffany looked at her Dad, he looked heartbroken.

Tiffany's Dad arrived home from work at eight o'clock, he went straight to Tiffany's bedroom, where she was watching the television.

"Sorry for snapping at you earlier." Apologized her Dad.

"That's no problem Dad, how come you didn't tell me you were selling the factory, are we poor now?" She questioned.

"No of course we're not poor, it was more of a merger, than a takeover." He insisted .

Tiffany breathed a huge sigh of relief, thank god she thought to herself. Her Dad then gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and left her bedroom.

Tiffany woke up the next morning for work, she decided to wear a black lace bra, with matching knickers, a short blue denim skirt, she liked wearing short skirts as she had great legs, with a light brown belt and a light pink short sleeved blouse, she left her hair down, just adding a little bit of volume to it. She finished off by putting on a pair of white three inch sandals, she looked stunning, as always.

Tiffany arrived for work at about ten to nine, her normal time. She was told that Chris Fisher wanted to see her in his office at ten o'clock. She was slightly worried, what could he want to see me for, she thought.

Tiffany was going to the toilet at about half past nine, when she felt a pain in her left breast, ouch, what is that, she thought. Locking herself in the cubicle she realized the wire in her bra had come out, she couldn't fix it or get the wire out so she decided to take her bra off, nobody will know, she thought.

Ten o'clock had now arrived, Tiffany as punctual as ever was there on the dot, she knocked on his office door.

"Come in." Called Chris Fisher.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Fisher?" Asked the stunning nineteen year old.

"Yes i did, Tiffany take a seat and please, call me Chris." He answered

"Ok Chris." Flirted Tiffany, like she always did.

They spoke for about ten minutes about the direction he was going to take the company in, Tiffany had to admit that she was impressed by his speech.

"Tiffany i'm afraid we are going to have to make you redundant." He said, as he finished his speech.

Tiffany was visibly stunned by this and had tears in her eyes.

"B..b...but why Chris, i thought i was doing a good job." She sobbed.

"Because i believe, you like your Dad, are usless." He smirked. This enraged Tiffany.

"I'm not useless and neither is my Dad, I'll tell him want you said about him." Tiffany growled.

"You will tell your Dad? What's he going to do?" Laughed Chris.

"He's told me all about the deal, that it's more of a merger than a takeover, i'll talk him into pulling out." She hissed back.

"More of a merger, your having a laugh aren't you, i had to save your Dad's arse. If it wasn't for me your family would be homeless and your Dad in prison sweetheart." Said Chris still smirking.

"You're a liar." Snapped back Tiffany.

"Tell you what princess, show me your tits and you can keep your job and house, how's that sound."

"That's it you pervert, i'm getting my Dad." Tiffany raged at him. She stood up to leave, when Chris grabbed her arm pulling her back into her chair.

"I'll prove it." Smiled Chris.

He then rang a number on his telephone, putting it on loudspeaker.

"Hello sir." Answered Tiffany's Dad.

"Right you pathetic loser, tell me how grateful you are to me, for all i've done for you." Demanded Chris.

Tiffany couldn't believe her ears, nobody ever spoke to her Dad like that.

"Thankyou sir, for everything you have done for me, i'm eternally grateful." Said Steve.

"What have i done exactly?" Asked Chris.

"You have saved my business, my home and kept me out of prison sir." Said Steve.

"Now get back to fucking work." Laughed Chris.

Tiffany was speechless.

"What has my Dad done exactly." Quizzed Tiffany.

Chris explained that her Dad had been fiddling his accounts for a long time and owed the taxman thousands, thousands he didn't have. He went on to explain that he now owns everything that her Dad used to own. He realized Tiffany was a little naive and lied that her and her Mum could of got sent to jail too and still could, if he told the police everything he knew. He knew by telling her that, she would do anything for him.

"Please i'm sorry for doubting you." Sobbed Tiffany.

"Give me one reason why i shouldn't put you and your family in prison?" He asked.

"Please i'll do anything, please i mean it, anything." She begged.

"Get your tits out for me then." He commanded

"Please, anything but that." Pleaded Tiffany.

"Get those tits out or else, i've warned you once, i won't warn you again bitch." Snapped John.

Defeated Tiffany slowly unbuttoned her pink blouse, exposing her huge breasts.

"There very nice, very nice indeed, now show me how you like them to be touched." Commanded John.

"Please John, there must be some other way." Tiffany pleaded once more.

John picked up the telephone and starting dialling.

"Ok i'm sorry, i'll do it." Said Tiffany.

Tiffany's hands slowly groped her tits, pushing them together, before gently tweaking her nipples. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and were soon erect.

"Do you prefer to heve them touched, licked or sucked?" Asked John.

Tiffany decided she might as well have some fun and decided to tease John. Leaning forward, crushing her boobs on the desk, showing her cleavage.

"I love everything." She teased, biting her lip seductively.

Leaning back in the chair again, she carried on caressing her tits, believing she was gaining control of the situation.

"Now show me how you like to masturbate." Demanded John.

"No fucking way." Barked a stunned Tiffany.

"OK." Smiled John, picking up the phone again.

"Ok i'm sorry, please don't do that." Said Tiffany.

"Fuck yourself for me now." He shouted.

Slowly her hand went up her skirt and down her black lace knickers, as she opened her legs, she began rubbing her slit, before inserting two fingers, easing them in and out of her pussy. Tiffany was now beginning to moan, as her fingers carried on probing her pussy.

"Take your knickers off, get over here and give me your knickers, i want a closer look at you." Demanded John.

Tiffany, knowing arguing was pointless, stood up and walked over to John, her massive tits still on display and handed her boss her knickers.

"Sit on my desk, in front of me." Ordered John.

Tiffany hitched her denim skirt up slightly and sat on the desk, spreading her legs she placed a foot on each of his knees, revealing her glistening pussy, which was covered by a tiny strip of blonde pubic hair.

"Show me how you fuck herself."

Tiffany put two fingers into her mouth, licking them, making them moist before sliding them into her pussy, she then removed her fingers rolled her clit in her fingers, before once more sliding two fingers in and out of her cunt.

This was the most humiliating moment of Tiffany's life, not only was she masturbating in front of her boss, she was getting turned on by it too.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh." Tiffany groaned, looking down at her boss she could see a giant triangle in his trousers. Noticing Tiffany looking at his erection, Chris asked.

"You wanna see my big cock."

"Yeah, please show me your big cock." Moaned Tiffany.

Chris unzipped his trousers, pulling out the largest cock Tiffany had ever seen, it was huge at least ten inches long and incredibly wide.

"You like it bitch?" Said Chris slowly wanking his cock.

Tiffany still stunned by the size of his erection went to grab it with her spare hand.

"Fuck off, you don't deserve my cock." Said Chris knocking her hand away.

Disappointed that he wouldn't let her touch his cock Tiffany carried on finger fucking herself frantically, wondering how that huge cock would feel inside her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She moaned, now with three fingers rammed inside her pussy.

Chris moaned and shot his cum all over the inside of Tiffany's knickers, then putting his cock away.

"Stop now." He ordered Tiffany.

Tiffany was so close to cumming herself and ignored her boss.

" FUCKING STOP FUCKING YOURSELF NOW" Chris yelled.

Tiffany knew he was being serious. A frustrated Tiffany pulled her fingers out of her drenched pussy.

"Now fuck off out my office." He sternly said.

Humiliated Tiffany went to leave the office.

"I think you forgot something." Said Chris.

Turning around Tiffany saw Chris stood there holding her knickers out for her. Tiffany walked back and stepped into her cum filled knickers, he pulled them all the way up her legs, once they were on he massaged her cunt through her knickers, spreading his cum all over her pussy.

"Be back in here at four o'clock sharp and don't you dare finish yourself off in the mean time." He ordered.

Tiffany left the office and returned to her office that she shared with five other people. As she sat down, all she could feel was his cum in her knickers.

Tiffany hated to admit it, but she had never been so turned on in her life, she hated her boss and she'd never been treated with such a lack of respect by anyone in her life, but she was desperate for his cock to be rammed into her wet pussy.

For the rest of the day Tiffany found it almost impossible to concentrate on her job. Two or three times she had been close to nipping to the toilet to relieve herself, but knowing Chris was probably watching she didn't.

After want seemed like an etnernity four o'clock finally arrived, Tiffany went to her bosses office and knocked on the door.

"Enter." He said.

"You wanted to see me at four o'clock sir" Said Tiffany, still hoping for his cock.

"Yes i did, didn't i. Show me your tits again." He demanded.

Once more Tiffany slowly unbuttoned her pink blouse, revealing her giant tits.

Is your pussy still wet from earlier? He asked, as he waved her over.

"No of course not." Lied Tiffany.

She reached her boss, he was still sat in his chair. His hand wondered up her slim legs and reached between them, he began mauling her wet cunt, ramming two fingers straight into her pussy.

"Mmmmm." Tiffany let out a little moan.

"You lying bitch, your drenched, you've been thinking about my cock, haven't you?" He demanded to know.

Tiffany could no longer deny it, she just nodded her head in shame.

"Say it slut." Ordered Chris.

"OK, ok yes i've been thinking about your cock." Tiffany responded, blushing in shame.

"Fucking get it out then you whore."

This was what Tiffany wanted to hear, she opened his legs and knelt between them. She started rubbing his huge shaft through his trousers, before unzipping his trousers and pulling them down to his ankles.

"It's so big." Cooed Tiffany, as she began wanking his rock hard cock, slowly at first then more rapidly after a minute or two.

"Ooohh, that's it Tiffany wank your bosses cock, you slut." Moaned Chris.

Tiffany's hand was now wanking him so fast, that her hand was just a blur.

"What do you wanna do to my cock next?" He asked.

"I'd love to suck it." Tiffany said, practically begging.

"Suck it then." He replied.

His cock was that big that Tiffany could only fit the head of the shaft into her mouth, she licked and sucked his end for all it was worth before licking up and down his entire ten inch shaft.

Returning to the head of his cock she once more she put it into her mouth, once more she could only fit the tip in, her head bobbing up and down on his end. Pulling her mouth off his cock, she gave the tip a gentle nibble, then once more licking down his shaft will wanking the cock.

She then returned her mouth back over his pole, this time though Chris grabbed the back of her head and ****** his cock down her throat, making Tiffany gag. He hold her head there for a few seconds, until her throat had got used to his length.

Now her that throat had adapted to his size she was sucking his cock from top to bottom.

Tiffany them removed her mouth off his cock and placed it between her massive boobs, crushing her tits around his cock. She spat into his cock, to lubricate it a little.

Tiffany was now slamming her breasts up and down his cock. She lowered her head so that she could lick his giant cock while her titties were still wanking his shaft.

Letting his cock fall from her mouth and tits, Tiffany lifted her left tit, grabbing the base of her bosses cock she started slapping her left nipple with the end of his hard cock.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Mumbled Tiffany, as her mouth once more covered the tip of his cock. She began sucking his manhood once more. Licking, kissing and slurping on his cock.

Taking her mouth off his penis, a long string of pre cum followed her lips as she began sucking on his ever tightening balls, while wanking his cock.

Tiffany's tongue then slid all the way up his shaft and she began slapping his cock head on her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, i'm gonna cum, swallow it all." Chris moaned, Tiffany's mouth swallowed his shaft whole and he fulled her mouth with his cum. Tiffany swallowed most of it, but some fell to the floor.

"Stand up and fuck herself again." Tiffany was now in a lust induced trance.

She got to her feet and leaned back on his desk. Hitching up her short denim skirt she rubbed her cunt fratically through her visibly wet knickers.

Tiffany now sat on the desk and once more like earlier put a foot on each of her bosses knees. Pulling her knickers to one side she rammed four fingers into her aching pussy, slipping them in and out.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." She groaned. She had let her feet drop off his bosses knees, she was flicking her clit quickly.

"You wanna see your slut cum for you?" Teased Tiffany.

"Yes please." Begged Chris now nearly fully erect again.

With four fingers back in her pussy, Tiffany spare hand went behind her giving her support while she rocked her hips back and forth ******* her wanting pussy onto her four fingers.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i'm cumming." She moaned in ecstacy, covering her fingers in her juices.

"You want me to come up there and fuck you like the whore you are?" Asked Chris.

"Yes please, fuck me, i need your cock." Moaned Tiffany, still feeling the affects of her orgasm.

Still frigging herself she laid back on the desk. Chris moved her hand, as he got to his feet and rammed his cock hard between Tiffany legs.

"Mmmmmmmm." Moaned Tiffany once more, as his giant cock nearly ripped her pussy into two.

Chris was now fucking her tight pussy hard, Tiffany had began groping her tits and pinching her nipples.

Chris pulled his cock all the way out of Tiffany's tight pussy, then slammed it back in again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels so good." Tiffany moaned.

One of Tiffany's hands was now rubbing her pussy while Steve fucked her, her other hand still playing with her erect nipples.

"That's it slut, rub your pussy." Said Chris

Her boss pulled his cock out of her cunt.

"Turn round and bend over my desk bitch".

Quickly Tiffany leapt off the desk and bent over it. Steve put his cock back into her pussy.

"Now fuck me." He ordered.

Tiffany pushed herself on to his cock and began riding it, Steve grabbed a handful of her dark blonde hair, yanking her head back, his cock now following Tiffany's pussy's motion.

"Arghhhhhh, fuck me harder, harder please make me cum." Pleaded Tiffany, feeling that an orgasm wasn't to far away,

Steve now fucked her with all of his might, banging her hard against the desk, this was too much for Tiffany who experienced the largest orgasm of her life.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, your slut's cumming all over your big cock, fuck me harder." Screamed Tiffany as she came hard all over his ten inch cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaarggghhhhhhh." Wailed Steve as he creamed Tiffany's soaking wet pussy.

Steve sat down in his chair, Tiffany just remained bent over the table, she could feel his spunk rolling down her leg. She was ashamed of herself, how could she let herself cum for him, she thought as she lifted herself off his desk.

Buttoning up her blouse again and pulling down her skirt, she went to exit his office.

"Did you enjoy that slut." Asked Steve.

Tiffany just turned and nodded.

"Fucking answer me." Demanded her boss.

"Yes i enjoyed it." She replied.

"Enjoyed what?" He asked, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, Tiffany replied.

"Yes i enjoyed you fucking me with your big cock." Tiffany blushed.

"Good, now fuck off." He laughed. Tiffany left his office, head facing the floor.

After Tiffany had been fucked in the office by her boss, she went home. Her Dad got home about a hour later, Tiffany could hardly bring herself to look at her Dad though. How could he of lied to her and put her in that position. Tiffany and her family were having their supper.

"Your very quiet Tiffany, is everything ok?" Asked her Dad.

"Fine thanks Dad, just had a hard day at work." She replied.

Finishing her supper Tiffany went upstairs to her bedroom, to decide what she should next. Tiffany decided that it would be best for her and her Dad if she resigned in the morning, that way Chris Fisher couldn't blackmail her into any more sex.

Waking up the following morning Tiffany got ready for work and wrote her letter of resignation. That should trick, she smiled to herself.

Tiffany arrived at work. She was dressed much different to normal, normally the gorgeous teenager would be showing plenty of flesh, but after yesterday Tiffany decided to cover as much flesh as possible She wore a baggy black sweater and a pair of blue jeans. She only scraped her hair back into a ponytail, where normally she'd spend at least twenty minutes styling her hair. All of her co workers were staring at her, wondering what was wrong with the normally bubbly teenager, as she just sat in her chair and quietly got on with her work.

Deciding the time was right, Tiffany got off her chair and headed over to her bosses office. Knocking on the door, Tiffany heard her boss say.

"Enter."

Tiffany opened the door and entered the office, closing the door behind her.

"Can i speak to you please Chris?" Asked Tiffany.

"Course you can. Take a seat, what's up?" He responded.

Tiffany walked over to a chair and sat down. Pulling the letter out of her pocket, she put it onto the desk in front of her boss.

"What's this?" He asked.

"It' my resignation. I've decided that after what happened yesterday there is no way i can carry on working for you." Tiffany confidently replied.

Much to Tiffany's surprise, Chris sat there and began to laugh loudly.

"What are you laughing at?" Questioned the teenager.

"Your resignation, that's what funny. I can't wait to see your Dad's face when i call him in here and sack his useless arse." Replied Chris.

"B...but you can't, you said yesterday that if i did as you told me, you wouldn't take any further acton." Tiffany argued back.

"Yeah, if you did as i told you. When i said that i meant until i get bored of you." Smiled Chris.

"B..b...but please, i fucked you yesterday. Isn't that enough for you." Sobbed Tiffany.

"No it's not fucking enough, you stupid bitch. I own your arse, do you understand me?" Snapped Chris.

"No i don't understand, you must be crazy, there's no way your touching me ever again. Your just a horrible bully." Shouted Tiffany.

Chris rose to his feet, putting one of his hands on his desk and the other hand picking up the phone. He stared into Tiffany's eyes.

"Look bitch, i've got no problem sacking your useless Dad, evicting your family from your house and then ringing the police. Now what's it to be." Yelled Chris.

"B...b..but please." Stuttered Tiffany, who was now sobbing her eyes out.

"Look i'm sick of repeating myself to you, i won't ask you again. Do you want me to make the call, or will you do as i say?" Questioned Chris.

Tiffany just sat in her chair and nodded her head.

"Fucking answer me bitch." Yelled her boss.

"Yes ok, anything you want." She replied.

"I'm warning you, if we have to have this conversation once more, that's it, i'll make the call there and then. Do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes i understand." She sobbed.

"From now on you will only address me as sir, have you got that?" He asked.

"Yes sir."

Tiffany hated calling him sir and bowing to all of his demands, but she realized that she had no choice.

"From now on you will do as i say, when i say, you will ask absolutely questions what so ever. You will never wear clothes like the ones your wearing today, when i'm about. I want to see legs and cleavage, got that?." He barked at her.

"Yes sir, i'll do exactly as you tell me." She said.

"Get your hair out of that fucking ponytail, you will start making more of an effort of me, got that?" He said.

Tiffany released her hair from the hair bobble, ruffling it in her hands.

"Is that better sir?" Asked Tiffany.

"Yes it is bitch." He replied.

Chris stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, where Tiffany was sitting and sat right in front of the gorgeous teenager.

"Do you wanna suck my big cock again bitch?" Smiled Chris.

"Yes sir,i'd love to suck your cock again sir." Tiffany lied, not wanting to piss him off again.

"Go on then, help yourself." Chris said arrogantly.

Tiffany began to lick the length of his cock through his trousers, until it was erect. Once it was erect she unbuckled and unzipped his trousers pulling them down to his ankles.

His ten inch cock was now exposed in front of Tiffany who began stroking it in both of her hands. She licked the length of his dick from the tip to his ball sack, taking one of his balls into her mouth she sucked hard on it. Licking her way back up the shaft she began licking his helmet.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, suck it bitch." Moaned Chris.

Grabbing her head he ****** her mouth down to the bottom of his pole, she began bobbing her head up and down his giant cock, her hand wrapped around his cock following her lips up and down. Tiffany heard a knock on the office door, she went to move her lips off his cock, but he had a firm grip on the back of her head, ******* Tiffany to carry sucking his huge cock.

"Come in." Shouted Chris.

"Here's those documents you wanted Chris." Said a deep voice.

Tiffany recognised the voice, it was Larry's. Larry had worked for her Dad for about five years. Larry couldn't believe what he was witnessing, Tiffany had always seemed like such a sweet and innocent girl to him and here she was blowing their boss, in front of him.

For some strange reason the thoughts of Larry watching her suck her bosses cock, turned Tiffany on.

"Thanks Larry, one minute mate." Said Chris.

Pulling Tiffany's mouth off his rock hard cock.

"Your gonna swallow all my cum, got that bitch?" Chris said to Tiffany.

"Yes sir." Said Tiffany.

Tiffany flicked her hair back and went back to sucking his large manhood.

"Have a good holiday Larry." Said Chris.

"Will do pal." Replied Larry.

Larry turned and left the office, having one last look at the beautiful teenager sucking her bosses cock.

"Aaaaaaargh, i'm cumming." Screamed Chris.

His balls tightened and his hot gooey spunk shot down Tiffany's throat. Tiffany didn't waste a drop managing to swallow the whole load.

"Your a fucking bastard, what if Larry tells my Dad what he saw." Tiffany screamed at Chris, as she pulled his now limp pole out of her mouth.

"Like i give a **** what your Dad knows, now fuck off out of my office and get back to work bitch." Laughed Chris.

Tiffany got up off her knees and left the office, she headed straight to Larry's office, praying she could catch him before he saw her Dad. She reached his office, but Larry wasn't there. She turned around and saw her Dad.

"Seen Larry anywhere Dad?" Asked Tiffany.

"He's gone on his holiday, he's back a week on Monday." He answered.

Thank god for that Tiffany thought to herself. Tiffany would make sure that she saw Larry before her Dad did when he returned to work.

Tiffany returned to her office, she still had the vile taste of her bosses cum in her mouth. She couldn't help but wonder what Larry must think of her now, after what he saw in the office.

Two hours later Tiffany recieved a phone call from Chris, ordering her into his office straight away. What does he want me to do now, she thought to herself as she headed to his office, knocking on the door.

"Come in." Called Chris.

"You wanted to see me sir." Asked Tiffany.

"Yes i did, what you doing Saturday night?" He quizzed.

"I might be going to the cinema with my friends." She answered.

"Not now your not. It's my **** Edward's college party and i told him that you would be his date, he'll pick you up at half past seven." Explain Chris, handing Tiffany a picture of Edward.

Tiffany looked at the picture, Edward was hideous he had greasy bright ginger hair, his face was covered in spots, he wore thick glasses and he looked about fifteen.

"How old is he sir?" Tiffany asked nervously.

"He's just turned eighteen, is that a problem?" He replied.

"I normally only date older guys." She responded.

"I don't give a fuck, you will go to the college party with Edward. One more thing, what Edward wants Edward gets, have you got that?"

"Yes sir." Tiffany answered, as she looked at the floor.

"You can go home now Tiffany, don't come back until Monday, that will give you plenty of time to make yourself look pretty for Edward." Said Chris.

Tiffany sobbing, turned and left her bosses office and drove home.

Tiffany woke up Saturday morning and she felt sick, she knew what was expected of her and it just made her feel ill. Edward was just so ugly and he was younger than her. Tiffany never dated a lad younger than her.

When Tiffany went downstairs to have some breakfast, her Mum told her that a parcel had been delivered for her. Tiffany looked at the tag on the parcel, it simply said. "Have fun tonight. From Chris." Tiffany feared the worst and decided to take the parcel to her bedroom.

Tiffany opened the parcel, just as the teenager thought, it was some clothes that Chris had bought her to wear tonight. The first thing she pulled out was a black, strapless mini dress, not the sort of dress Tiffany would normally wear, but not too bad she thought.

Tiffany noticed there was more in the box, she pulled out a tiny red lace thong. Tiffany hated red underwear, she found it really slutty and she didn't particuarly like the colour.

Half four came around, Tiffany decided to start getting ready. After having a nice warm shower she put on the underwear that Chris had bought her, she absolutely hated the underwear. She then put on the black mini dress, it was tiny and was skin tight. The dress left nothing to the imagination it was incredible short, barely covering her thong.

She put her long dark blonde hair in a side ponytail, so that her ponytail was over her shoulder. Looking in her full length mirror Tiffany couldn't believe how slutty she looked. She would never leave the house like this on her own free will, but she knew she had little choice.

Tiffany's mobile rang.

"Hello." She answered.

"Do you like the clothes that i bought you?" Asked Chris.

"Yeah, lovely thanks sir." Lied Tiffany.

"Remember, what Edward wants, Edward gets. You got that bitch?" Asked Chris.

"Yeah sir, i understand." She replied.

"Good." Said Chris, hanging up.

Tiffany then heard a car horn outside, looking out the window Tiffany realized it was Edward. Tiffany left her house and sat in the backseat with the teenage lad.

"Hello, i'm Tiffany, you must be Edward." Said Tiffany.

"Hi Tiffany." Blushed Edward.

Edward was even uglier than Tiffany was expecting, all of his spots had greasy white heads on them and his bright ginger hair looked like it hadn't been brushed for weeks, his body odour was awful and his teeth were yellow with braces on them. At least he's dressed smartly, Tiffany thought to herself, trying to look on the bright side.

Edward had never seen a girl as pretty as Tiffany, let alone gone a date with someone like her.

Tiffany noticed that Edward couldn't keep his eyes of her legs, her dress had rode right up her beautiful legs and the crouth of her thongs was visible, despite Tiffany's best efforts at pulling down her dress.

He was nothing like Tiffany was expecting, she was expecting an arrogant, cocky teenager, but Edward just seemed painfully shy, hardly saying a word for the whole twenty minute journey to the hall, where the college party was being held.

They arrived at the college party and they both got out the car. The two of them entered the hall and every lad in the hall was staring at Tiffany, no one could believe that Edward had turned up with such a beautiful girl.

As they walked up to the bar Tiffany heard a few people say.

"Fucking hell, who's that, what's she doing with Edward?"

Edward just pretended that he didn't hear these comments and looked at the floor. Tiffany also ignored the comments, until she felt someone grab her arse cheek. She turned around to say something but she couldn't work out who it was, so she just carried on walking.

"A bottle of champagne ok?" Asked Edward, as they reached the bar.

"Yeah, that's fine thanks." Replied Tiffany.

Edward ordered the campagne and they sat at a table in the corner. Edward still couldn't take his eyes off Tiffany, he couldn't believe that she was actually there with him.

The two of them sat there in near silence, so Tiffany decided to start up a conversation.

"What you studying at college Edward?" She asked.

"Business studies." He replied.

Again it went quiet, this is going to be a long night, thought Tiffany, who was slightly bored already.

Three lads who looked about the same age as Edward walked up to the pair of them.

"What you doing with a hot chick like this Edward?" Asked one of the lads.

Edward just looked at the floor, he looked like he was going to cry.

"Hey geek, i'm talking to you." The lad said.

"i...i." Edward started to responded.

The lad interupted him though.

"What a fucking loser you are, i'm taking this." Said the lad, as he picked up what was left of the champagne. Winking at Tiffany as he walked off. Edward just hung his head in shame.

Tiffany felt really sorry for Edward, he obviously had no friends and he did seem like a nice lad. Tiffany decided to cheer him up and gave him a gentle on the cheek.

"I'll get us some more champagne." Said Tiffany.

Tiffany then went up to the bar to get them some more champagne. Tiffany returned to the table where Edward was sat and told him not to worry about those lads.

Now that they had shared about a bottle and a half of champagne between them, Edward was getting a little more chatty. Tiffany though was still quite bored and kept looking at her watch, wishing that the night would finish.

Soon the three lads came back over.

"Still here loser?" They asked.

Once more he just looked at the floor, Tiffany feeling sorry for him decided to stick up for the lad.

"Your the loser." Tiffany snapped.

"Who are you, his girlfriend?" Asked one of the lads.

"Yeah so what if i am." She replied.

"I don't believe you, there's no way someone as hot as you is with this fucking geek, look at him, he's pathetic." The same lad said.

"I don't care what you think." Barked Tiffany.

"Prove it then, kiss him." He replied.

Tiffany wasn't sure what to do, she didn't want to kiss the lad, but she didn't want to upset his Dad and she did feel sorry for him, so she decided to lean forward and kiss him, it can't do no harm, she thought to herself.

Edward couldn't believe what was happening, this gorgeous girl was actually kissing him, he was in heaven. Much to Tiffany's surprise despite Edward's smelly breath, he was actually a good kisser.

Their tongues were now massaging each others gently and Edward's hand started creeping up Tiffany's leg. Tiffany stopped his hand and pulled away from the kiss.

By now the three lads had seen enough and walked off.

"Thanks for that Tiffany." Said Edward, as he moved his hand onto his lap to hide his erection.

"That's ok Edward, that should get rid of those creeps for a while." She answered.

Edward waited a few minutes for his erection to disappear, then he worked up the courage to ask Tiffany for a dance. Tiffany accepted his offer so they headed onto the dancefloor.

They had been dancing for ten minutes when Edward asked.

"Would it be ok for me to kiss you again?"

Tiffany was stunned by his request, she thought that it would be best to keep him on side and they had already kissed so why not, she thought.

Stood in the middle of the dancefloor they started to kiss. This time though Edward didn't kiss her gently like the first time, he was much rougher, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, one hand on the back of her head ******* her mouth onto his. His other hand had a firm hold of one of her arse cheeks.

Before Tiffany had realized what was happening Edward moved his hand off her arse cheek and gone under her dress and began rubbing her pussy thought her thong. As soon as Tiffany had realized what Edward was doing she pulled away and slapped him before walking off into the corner of the hall.

Once Tiffany had reached the corner she felt a little sorry for Edward, he had over stepped the mark, but she was sure that it wasn't everyday that he got to kiss a beautiful girl. She realized the affect that she must of had on him.

Edward followed her into the corner.

"What was that for?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Look Edward, i'm sorry for slapping you, but you over stepped the mark. I'm not that kind of girl." She replied.

"But what Edward wants, Edward gets right." He smiled.

Tiffany hoped that he didn't mean what she thought he meant.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She quizzed, pretending not to know what he meant.

Edward shocked Tiffany by cupping her cunt.

"I think you know what it means bitch, it means you do as i say or your Dad gets fired." He laughed.

Tiffany couldn't believe what was happening, she was stood in the hall letting some younger lad maul her pussy. She decided to try to take control of the situation and moved his hand from between her legs.

Tiffany couldn't believe how much she had misjudged Edward, he seemed like a nice quiet lad, but he was just like his Dad, a horrible person.

"Please Edward, don't be like this. We are having a good night ain't we?" She said.

Edward pulled her ponytail, ******* her ear next to his mouth.

"Yes we are having a good night and it's going to get better. Now lets go outside and have some fun." He whispered into her ear.

"But Edward please." She pleaded.

"Look Tiffany, don't make me ring my Dad. Now lets go outside, i won't ask again." He snapped at her.

Tiffany just nodded her head and walked outside with him. Edward groped her arse cheek as they walked. They went around the back of the building where there was nobody about.

Edward pushed Tiffany up the wall and tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her tits. Edward began fondling Tiffany's tits, he couldn't believe how heavy they were. Edward locked his mouth on her nipples, sucking and biting them roughly. Soon her nipples were erect as he flicked his tongue over each of them.

"Suck my cock." Said Edward, as he unzipped his trousers, allowing them to drop to his ankles.

"But Edward, please don't make me." Begged Tiffany.

"Do it now bitch." He demanded.

Tiffany realized arguing wouldn't get her anywhere and slumped to her knees, grabbing his cock in her hand.

His cock was just as long as his Dad's, but no where near as thick, it was quite skinny in fact. Tiffany was just about to put her lips over his shaft, when he pulled her hair back.

"Beg, to suck my cock." He demanded.

Tiffany couldn't believe the arrogance of the lad, it was bad enough that he wanted her to suck it, but to beg as well.

"Please." She cooed.

Edward slapped her cheek with his ten inch hard cock.

"I said fucking beg now." He growled.

Tiffany now had no fight left and decided to just do what he wanted. So still on her knees she begged.

"Please let me suck your big cock."

Edward let go of her head and Tiffany started licking up and down his shaft, before sucking on his left ball while wanking his cock.

Edward's hands were now groping Tiffany's still exposed titties, he was extremely rough with them and with her nipples being so sensitive they were seen erect. With him groping her tits and the thoughts that someone might come around the corner and catch them, Tiffany was soon turned on.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Tiffany let out a quite moan, as she started sucking the length of his cock.

Soon enough Edward was on the verge of cumming, pulling his cock out of Tiffany's mouth.

"I'm going to cum on your tits." He shrieked.

Tiffany pushed her breasts together while Edward frantically wanked himself off. Suddenly his cock exploded and his warm cum covered Tiffany's large tits.

Once Edward had finished and his cock was limp, he pulled his trousers up and put his cock away. Tiffany got back to her feet and covered her breasts up and started to walk off. Edward grabbed her arm, pulling her back and up against the wall.

"Where do you think your going?" Asked Edward.

"But i thought we were finished, i let you cum on my tits. Isn't that enough?" She responded.

"No it's not enough and i know you enjoyed it." He said.

Before Tiffany could reply, Edward shoved his smelly tongue into her mouth and began mauling her damp pussy, pushing her thong aside he slid a finger into it.

Edward was now fingering her roughly, as he inserted an extra two fingers. Tiffany had started grinding her pussy onto his fingers, as she got more and more turned on.

Tiffany began kissing Edward back, their tongues darting into each other. She pulled his once more erect cock out of his trousers and began stroking up and down his length.

Edward turned Tiffany around so she was facing the wall and bent her over, Tiffany put her hands out onto the wall.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Asked Edward, as he slid his cock up and down her slit.

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy with your big cock." Groaned Tiffany, nearly begging.

Edward rammed his cock into her hard, he was stunned by how tight her pussy felt, as it clung to his cock.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Tiffany screamed in delight.

Edward was now fucking Tiffany as hard as he could, his balls slapping hard against her clit. He once more pulled her dress top down and began to massage his spunk into her large tits. Tiffany allowed her left hand to slid down into her thong and began to rub her clit.

Edward removed one of his hands from Tiffany's tits and spanked her arse cheek.

"Smack."

"Mmmmmmmmmm, spank me harder." Moaned Tiffany, who had now lost all control of her body.

Edward spanked Tiffany four more times, leaving a red hand mark on her arse cheek. Tiffany was now pushing her pussy back onto Edward's rock hard shaft.

Edward looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of Tiffany's drenched pussy. He couldn't believe that he was fucking the hottest girl he'd ever seen, he was in heaven.

"I'm cumming, fuck me harder, please fuck my pussy harder." Screamed Tiffany, as an orgasm swept across her body.

Edward then came hard into Tiffany's wet pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and put it away.

"I'll ring a lift for us." Said Edward, as he once more gave Tiffany's arse cheek a quick slap.

Tiffany stood up covered her tits up and stood up striaght, she could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy, soaking her thong.

"Our lift will be here in five minutes."

They stood at the front of the hall and waited for their lift home. A car pulled up five minutes later and they both got into the back.

Once they were inside the car Edward lunged at Tiffany for another kiss but Tiffany pulled away.

"Hey fucking kiss me bitch." Ordered Edward.

Tiffany looked into the front to see if the driver was watching, hoping if he was he would help her out. She realized that it was Chris Fisher who was driving. Now she knew that Chris was driving she knew that she couldn't put up a fight, he wouldn't allow it. So she let Edward kiss her again.

As soon as their lips connected, his hands pulled down Tiffany's dress and exposed her tits. He pinched and pulled on her nipples. Soon enough Tiffany was turned on once more, quietly moaning into his mouth.

Edward couldn't believe what happened next, Tiffany spread her legs wide pulled her thong to the side, grabbed his hand and put it between her legs.

Four of his fingers slipped striaght into her cum filled pussy and began fumbling about inside her. Tiffany began rubbing his cock through his trousers before unzipping his trousers and taking his shaft out and wanking it.

Tiffany fell back, pulling Edward with her. She was laid flat on the backseat, Edward on top of her still fingering her aching pussy while she wanked his cock.

"Fuck me, give me your cock again, please i need to cum." Begged Tiffany.

Immediately Edward removed his four fingers and slammed his ten inch cock into her pussy. Tiffany wrapped her legs around his back, pulling Edward as far into her as she could.

Edward was fucking Tiffany as furiously as he could, slamming his ten inches into her as fast as he could. Tiffany felt an almighty orgasm building inside her.

"Harder, please fuck me harder, i'm so close." Groaned Tiffany.

Edward began fucking her as hard as he could, Tiffany scratched his back with her fingernails, as she came hard, all over his cock. A few minutes later Edward shot more cum into her pussy.

The car stopped outside Tiffany's house five minutes later. Now that she had regained control of her body she felt like such a tart. As she got out of the car and walked up her drive she heard Edward say.

"You were right Dad, she's a proper little slut."

Tiffany opened her door and ran into her bedroom crying. She couldn't believe what had happened tonight, where will it all end she thought, to herself as she fell asleep.

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Blackmailing Becca


Albert Ma*** was a 61 year old farmer. He had a skinny frame,graunt looking face and stood at just over 6 foot tall. His hair was grey around the sides and he was completely bald on top.

He had lived alone ever since his wife Mavis died 20 years ago, since then he cut a lonely figure only really seeing his oldest *** Trevor and a few of his farmer mates now and again.

Albert didn't have any interests, he spent most of his day working. When he wasn't working he liked nothing more than masturbating over porn mags and films. His sex drive was incredibly high and he could often wank 4 times a day.

Alberts *** Trevor had recently moved in with his girlfriend Alli***, who he had been going with for 2 months, Albert was going around theirs for dinner tonight, at their house which they had just bought.

Alli*** and Albert had met a few times briefly but this was the first time that he was meeting her properly.

That night Albert got to his ***s house at half past 5, knowing dinner was going to be ready at 6ish.

Albert as always didn't really put any effort in his apperance, he just washed his hands quickly. Standing on the door step still in his dirty old work clothes he rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a teenage girl.

"Hello you must be Albert, i've heard lots about you. Come on in." Said the young girl.

Albert just stood on the doorstep for a moment eyeing up the teenager from head to toe.

She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Her hair was a light brown colour and it trailed half way down her back, her eyes were a hazel colour. She was 5 foot 4 tall with D cup breasts and a slim size 10 figure. With her tan coloured skin she was as perfect a woman that Albert had ever seen.

"W..w who are you." Stuttered the old man.

"I'm Becca alli***s ********, sorry about my clothes i've just finished college for the day." Chatted the girl, while finding it hard to believe that the old man had put in such a small effort.

She was still in her college uniform, the uniform was a white blouse with the top two buttons undone and a tiny black skirt which showed off her slim tanned legs.

"Fuck me, no need to be sorry." thought the old man as he followed her into the house his eyes glazing at Beccas amazing arse which her skirt only just covered.

Albert could feel his cock starting to get erect just looking at this beautiful girl.

Albert exchanged small talk with Alli***, Becca and Trevor for about five minutes before deciding he could wait any longer he needed a wank right now.

"Where's your toilet i'm busting for a wee?" He asked.

"Upstairs, first door on the left." Answered Alli***.

Running up the stairs the old man could wait no longer. With his trousers around his ankles he started pumping his cock at a frantic pace.

"Aaaaaaaaarrghhhhh." Groaned the old man as he shot his load all over a tissue he had pulled out of his pocket.

He headed back down the stairs a relieved man. Trevor and Becca were now sat at the table and Alli*** was dishing up the dinner.

"Where am i sitting?" He asked.

"Right next to me." Responded Becca, Albert sat down next to the teenager.

He noticed the teen had crossed her legs and it had coursed her skirt to hitch high up her leg, nearly showing her knickers. "Just abit higher." Thought the old man.

Over dinner Becca had expained that she was training to be a maths teacher and that with summer fast approaching she would need a job during the holidays.

"How old are you Becca,if you don't mind me asking love?"

"I've just turned 19." Becca replied.

Albert then thought of a plan to get close to teenager.

"Have you ever thought about working at a farm? I could pay you 100 pounds per day for helping me around the place,if it's money your after." Stated Albert.

Albert then explained the kind of jobs he'd expect Becca to do for him at the farm.

"I would definately be interested for that kinda money, but i only wanna work monday to thursday if that's ok." Becca said.

"Not a problem." Was the responds from Albert.

After a while discussing it they were in agreement that Becca would work on the farm for a month during the holidays starting a week on Monday.

That night when Albert got home he had to have another wank over the lovely Becca, he couldn't believe he was going to be working so closely with such a gorgeous girl.

"Take that you fucking tart." He moaned while pumping his hard cock, imagining he was fucking the teenager.

The next week flew by for the old man and before he knew it was Monday morning.

Alberts doorbell rang, it was Becca stood at the door with no make up on, her hair slapped back in a ponytail. She wore an old lumberjack style shirt which were tucked into a pair of tight blue denim jeans.

She still looked gorgeous thought Albert.

"Come on in love, we will have a cup of tea and i'll show you what youe duties are."

As Becca walked into the house the smell hit it her straight away it was awful. "When was the last time he cleaned the house or himself." She thought realising he was wearing the same clothes as he did when they met last week.

The carpets were badly worn, there was about a weeks worth of pots in the sink and the whole place badly needed redecorating.

Albert explained her jobs to Becca, they were all fairly simple jobs which didn't really need doing but it meant he would get to see her most days, which made him very happy indeed.

Every chance the old man got he would grab Becca by his her hips and slide his cock against her lovely pert bum ang sometimes glide his hand over her arse cheeks making it appear to be an accident.

Becca thought nothing of these incidents she just presumed she was in the way. These little incidents now had Albert masturbating up to 8 times a day when he was working with Becca.

He was desparate to fuck his worker but knew there was no way a girl like Becca would ever look twice at an old man like himself.

Then one day during one of his many wanks over her, he had an idea of trapping her into ******** with him.

There was a big farmers meeting happening next week which local farmers would turn up to with their families, for some ****** and a buffett meal at a posh local hotel.

The next morning as Albert and Becca sat having their daily cup of tea and chat Albert mentioned the farmers meeting and that every year he would turn up alone.

Becca felt sorry for the old man, having to turn up every year while all the other farmers had their wives, girlfriends and kids with them.

"Where abouts is this meeting?" Quetioned Becca.

"Some posh hotel called The Oasis." Replied Albert.

"Oh my god, i know that place i've always wanted to go there. It's the poshest place for miles." Said Becca.

"You can come if you want to, you've have to stay over though as it's too far to drive back after a few beers." Explained Albert.

Becca thought about it, she had always wanted to go, but not with Albert, he was a grubby old man. Just as she was about to say no, she see his face. He looked so happy that she might say yes and he had paid her well for doing some easy jobs, so she decided to say yes.

It was now Tuesday and the meeting was on Saturday night, so Albert decided to put his plan into action.

The next day Albert popped into town and purchased a cctv system and paid good money for the company to fit it that day after Becca had finished work.

He placed 250 pounds in a cupboard in the living room knowing it was in full view of the cctv.

It was now Saturday, Becca was hard at work when Albert called last tea break, they both sat around the table having a bite to eat.

"What are you wearing tomorrow Becca?"

"Not sure yet i will have a look around town tomorrow." Answered the teenager.

"If you go in the cudboard in the living room you will find 250 pounds, take that and get yourself a nice outfit with that."

"Thanks for the offer but i can't done to much for me already Albert." Said Becca.

"I insist, called it a bonus for all your hard work you have done." Responded Albert not taking no for an answer.

"Ok only if your sure." Becca said.

Becca then walked into the living room opened the cupboard door. The money was quite well hidden and she had to have a good rummage about to find the money.

Becca reentered the kitchen with the money now in her pocket.

"Thankyou your the best." A delighted Becca hugged Albert.

As soon as Becca had finished her shift Albert checked the cctv footage, it was perfect, it made it look as though Becca had stolen the money.

"Perfect the old man said to himself.

Saturday had now arrived and Albert was sat in a taxi outside waiting for Becca to come out.

After 2 or 3 minutes Becca appeared.

"Fucking hell." Albert heard the taxi whisper.

Becca walked down her garden path, she wore a black strapless dress, which hugged her magificent body and stopped just above her knees. She decided not to wear a bra as the dress was strapless and she wore a pair of sexy black silk knickers. Sexy but classy. She looked a million dollars.

Becca had left her hair down curling it loosly.

As she sat in the back of the taxi with Albert. Albert couldn't take his eyes off her tits,they looked huge.

After about a 30 minute taxi drive they arrived at The Oasis Hotel. It was beautiful thought the teenager, by far the poshest place she had ever been in her life.

They entered their room, there was two bedrooms Albert said he'd let Becca have the biggest room.

They entered the main hall where the event was taking place, Becca was a little surprised to see it had a dancefloor and music, not what she was expecting at all.