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story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions
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Jane – Chapter 22
She smiled that beautiful smile and rose up as I approached her. I
went to kneel at her feet and she stopped me.
“No need for that Mrs. D. I just stopped here to pick up a few things
and say goodbye. I ‘m all done with the Domme thing, I was never any good
at it anyway. I’m just kind of spoiled and want my own way, that doesn’t
make me a Domme, just a Bitch.”
Again she smiled that beautiful smile. There was a noticeable
difference in her demeanor. She seemed more at peace.
“Are you still going to college?”
“Nope, I dropped out yesterday. I am going back to Europe to work.
I’ll be leaving here tomorrow morning. I was never really cut out for this,
college thing either. It’s too much like work. A good runway model can
make so much money and if you catch someone’s eye you never know how
high you can take it. I really just came by to say goodbye to you and
Amanda.”
“Is Mistress Emily aware of this?”
“Yea, I have been staying with her since I figured out this wasn’t for
me. I kinda freaked out at that party last week. I knew right that second I
didn’t belong here and that I could never be Emily.”
Amanda came in the room and squealed for joy at the sight of
Rachael. They hugged and kissed. Rachael retold Amanda her story as they
sat down at the table. After a half hour or so Rachael went out to her car and
got some boxes that her and Amanda took upstairs and packed the things
Rachael wanted to take with her. She took those boxes out to the car with the
help of Amanda and Joe, who had got up to see what all the commotion was
about.
Without much fanfare Rachael hugged each one of us and said
goodbye. She promised to write and call when she got settled. And with that
she was gone. We only heard from her one more time and never saw her
again. We did see several magazines had ads featuring her and she was a
minor celebrity in the fashion world as time went on but we never had any
direct contact with her again.
After the excitement died down the day went back to just another
frustrating day. Amanda sucking her father’s cock had become normal but it
still awoke feelings inside me to watch it. Joe had gotten into the habit of
feeling her tits as she sucked him to climax. This Saturday morning was no
different and as she sucked his cock in her mouth he had reached down and
pulled her shirt out of the way, both his hands were busy pinching and
pulling her nipples. She had gotten very good and soon his cum was spilling
down her throat.
I kneeled and watched close by as he pulled away. She leaned over
and kissed me open mouthed. Joe’s sperm was still coating her tongue; the
taste was salty and thick. She reached down between my legs and as she
touched me I realized for the first time that I was far wetter than normal. The
crush of guilt fell directly on my soul as I understood what made me that
way. I was being turned on by watching my husband and daughter together.
After the kiss ended I kept all the emotions bottled up until I went into
the bedroom and curled up in a ball and cried till I couldn’t cry anymore.
What was a becoming? I was so sexually charged that I was losing the
ability to control myself. I went to freshen up my makeup in the mirror and
fixed my hair, hating what I saw in the mirror looking back at me.
I arrived in the living room just in time to have my hourly session
with Amanda, which lasted about a minute, maybe less. If we went on much
longer this way all she would have to do is kiss me and we would have to
stop. Joe watched as usual and every time you could see the tent in his shorts
as we sat on the couch and fingered each other. Amanda picked one time
later in the day and walked toward her father after we finished. She pulled
her t-shirt over her head and stood in front of him totally naked. Without
prompting she took his hands and placed them directly on her tits. She
kneeled in front of him and fished his hard cock out. She licked and sucked
his cock but never took her eyes off of me.
Without even touching myself I felt the familiar rush to my clit. It was
turning me on going farther and farther toward the edge of no return. It took
all my will not to cum, watching as his hands as they squeezed and kneaded
her tits and her hands and mouth engulfed his rigid cock. Then she did
something that surprised even Joe. She took one of his hands and pulled it
down until it was resting just above her mound. He resisted moving lower
until she tugged. I watched as his hand disappeared in between her legs and
she moaned loudly onto his cock. I could see the movement in his wrist as
Amanda’s hips wiggled. It was easy to tell that he was driving her toward
the place she could not go. Good thing that her oral skills had improved so
much that he couldn’t hold out and he came hard, sitting back and removing
his hand before she had a chance to climax. Amanda groaned at the loss of
contact, her hips thrusting forward to follow his retreating fingers.
When she realized that no more contact would come she scooted over
to me and shared her fathers cum with a wet sloppy kiss. Again my cunt
came alive as our tongues danced. I could feel how close to orgasm she was
and willed myself to pull back and control myself. Amanda again groaned at
the loss of contact, wanting more.
“I want to cum badly too honey but we can’t. If Mistress found out we
would both end up on the wall again. You don’t want that do you?”
Amanda shook her head no, but it was not to convincing. Her need to
cum was starting to override her judgment.
“What is this wall thing? You have mentioned it a few times Jane but
never elaborated.”
“Well Joe I had an orgasm a couple of weeks ago when you were out
west that I was not supposed to have. Rachael took us to Emily’s where she
cuffed me spread eagled on the wall. She has hooked embedded in the studs
just for this. Then she took a paddle and beat me, directly on my tits and
cunt with it until I passed out while Amanda and Rachael watched.”
Joe had this horrified look on his face as I continued.
“Then she woke me up strapped me across some bench thing and beat
me with a cane until I passed out again. All for an orgasm that I was not
supposed to have. See the marks?”
I stood and turned to show his the impressions that were still barely
visible on my thighs from the cane. His fingers lightly rubbed along the
length of them, sending sparks to my cunt at the gentle touching. I moved
my hand away as I couldn’t take much more of that.
“You have no idea right now how much I want to cum but you also
have no idea how much pain I was in for days after so it’s not worth it. I was
so bruised and sore that it took me ten minutes to get from the driveway to
the living room a day later. Amanda is in the same boat. Mistress will treat
her same as me. We get punished the same as if we screwed up ourselves.”
He had nothing to say, but then again what could he say? There was
nothing for him to do. Amanda put her crop top back on and plopped down
on the couch next to me. Joe headed out to do something in the garage so we
got a chance to talk.
“Honey why did you make your father do that to you?”
“I don’t know mom. I could see his cock hard over there and I was so
horny it was all I could think about so I did it. You aren’t mad are you? The
hand thing was just me crying out for a good cum.”
“No honey I’m not mad, it’s just hard for me to watch. I get so
conflicted. You shouldn’t be doing these things that you have to do with us.
It’s not right.”
“Look mom, maybe society says it’s not right but who are we hurting?
I’m cool with it OK? It’s not like scaring me for life or anything. You have
to loosen up. Yea it was kind of weird in the beginning. I mean you are my
mom and stuff but I got over that. Same with dad, it’s really no big deal, just
another stiff cock. I’m not going to have like major therapy or start cutting
myself because of this. It’s just sex mom, lighten up.”
“I know honey but it’s hard for me, I worry about you.”
“I am really fine with this. I just wish she would let us cum. Promise
me the next time she offers you will accept and not worry about me. If it
leads to cuming I am on it.”
She reached and hugged me. I never felt closer to her than I did at that
moment. Still all my phobia and paranoia was hard to ignore.
“Matter of fact it was a major turn on watching you get ass fucked in
front of all those people. Did it hurt?”
“In the beginning it did. But I responded to it and the humiliation of
doing that in front of people so in the end I got a lot of pleasure out of it. I
don’t like the whole ass to mouth thing but ….”
“I’ve never done anal before but I want to after watching that.”
“Your father does me every night before we sleep. I think the contact
with you gets him all fired up.”
“Glad to know I can help mom.”
“I still don’t get to cum. When he is doing it to me I have to fight so
hard not to it hurts sometimes.”
Her hands came up and started to tweak my nipples making them hard
as rocks.
“Can I watch you two tonight? I want to watch dad fuck your ass.”
“Oh God I don’t know honey.”
She continued her assault on my nipples with one hand and pushed
my legs open with the other, her fingers sliding directly in my wet cunt,
slowly pumping them in and out. The sensations were driving me insane.
“Please stop honey you are going to make me cum. God please stop.”
But she ignored me and continued. I fought and fought and I was
losing.
“Alright, you can watch, anything just please stop I can’t hold back
anymore.”
She pulled her fingers out with a smile and moved them into my
mouth. I licked and sucked my own juice off them for her, continuing on
until she was satisfied that they were clean.
“Thanks mom I knew you would see it my way. Maybe now that
Rachael’s gone Mistress will give me some responsibility around here.
Would you like that mom? Would you like to have to do what I tell you
too?”
It was a wicked and embarrassing thought but extremely exciting at
the same time. Her hands went back to my nipples pulling and tugging
because I was too embarrassed to answer yes to her question. Soon her
playing left me no choice.
“Yes, yes just stop or I will cum. Please God I’ll do anything you
want if you stop.”
She stopped and smiled at me. “Good Girl. Go get that smooth
vibrator. We are going to continue training my ass so I can have anal soon
and it’s won’t hurt too much.”
I pulled the sleek white toy out of the side drawer and returned to
kneel in front of Amanda. She pulled her legs back to her shoulders
revealing all her charms to me.
“Use your tongue and lick my asshole good mom. Get it right up in
there. Get it good and wet.”
I lowered my head and tongued her asshole. Moving it around the
outside and darting it inside as best I could.
“OK mom that was great now the dildo. Once you get started two
strokes in me and one in your mouth.”
Now my own daughter was going to humiliate me. Ass to mouth was
certainly nothing new but this seemed so dirty because it was at her
command. I slowly worked the dildo inside her until it was buried. I let it
rest there for her asshole to get used to the intrusion before slowly pulling it
back out and in. On the second stroke I pulled it all the way out and slipped
the slimy dildo down my throat for her viewing enjoyment.
I continued on like this 2 in her ass and 1 in my mouth for about a half
hour. My cunt was making a puddle on the carpet below me as I worked on
her. She finally breathlessly told me to stop removing my hand from the
dildo while it was still inside her. She slowly removed it and held my head
as she pushed it across my lips.
“Do you like the taste of my ass mom? Lick it off, clean it all off.”
I ran my tongue out and around until she was happy that the dildo was
clean.
“That was nice but I was never in any danger of cuming from that. I
can’t believe that you can cum like that. Maybe I have to have the real thing
or my maybe my mom is an ass slut.”
The last part was said with a big grin and a full mouthed kiss. All I
could taste was her ass so I know that was a big part of what she could taste
as well. When the kiss broke I saw Joe standing there watching us. Even
though it was him I still blushed at the thought of being handled like that by
my daughter in front of someone.
“You better go gargle or something mom. Your breath will smell
awful if you don’t.”
I jumped up and went to the bathroom to do exactly that. I gargled and
wiped my inner thighs. Maybe she’s right, I should try and let go more. I
vowed to myself to do that in the future.
Dinner came and past and when it was time for Joe’s evening blowjob
Amanda sprung up and within a minute or two had him hard as a rock. She
looked at me as she sucked and I knew what was on her mind. I started
rubbing my cunt juice all over my asshole.
“Joe will you fuck me in ass right here.”
“You want me to do that in front of Amanda?”
“Yes Joe right here. Amanda wants to see you fuck my ass.”
“Yea Dad I want to watch.”
He kind of shook his head to clear out the cobwebs and got up from
the chair and came to me. He sat down on the couch; I stood and got in
position over him. Slowly lowering myself onto his cock, Amanda grabbed
it and guided it home until I was fully impaled. I set my hands behind his
hips and he began thrusting and I humped in the opposite rhythm. Amanda
was watching from very close and playing with his balls. It didn’t take long
for him to stiffen and shoot his load deep in my rectum.
“Clean him mom just like my dildo.”
She backed away as I lifted myself off his still hard cock and kneeled
in front of him. I cleaned his cock deep in my mouth as she watched. I was
so desperate to cum I would have done anything at that moment to be
allowed to orgasm. But I knew that was not going to happen.
Amanda hopped up the stairs, Joe went to bed and I was left totally
frustrated and sitting alone in the living room. I knew this was going to be
another sleepless night and I was right. My cunt would not let me sleep
again.
The morning came too quickly. I showered and cleaned up before Joe
had even gotten up. Being so early on a Sunday I got some nice alone time
sitting on the back porch with a hot cup of coffee.
Amanda coming down was the first one I heard. She found me and
planted a big kiss on my cheek. She made herself breakfast and sat out with
me to eat it. Joe got around shortly after and we took care of the morning
ritual, Amanda sucking his cock and her and I sharing the cum. Joe had a
golf date and went to shower and get ready.
The phone rang and I had a feeling as I walked to answer it. Sure
enough it was Emily.
“Hi Slut, are you good and horny these days?”
“Yes Mistress. I am very horny.”
“Well I am going to give you a chance to fix that. The sorority has a
council meeting this afternoon. If you want to host it and you don’t screw it
up I will allow you three orgasms a day minimum for all of next week.”
“Yes Mistress I would love to do that for you.”
“Alrighty then, here is what you will need to provide.”
She ticked off a list of wines, appetizers and two main courses to be
ready to serve to ten women. It was going to be a lot of work but doable.
“You have 5 hours. They will start arriving at 3PM. Do not screw this
up. Oh and Joe has to go somewhere else and cannot return until after 8. Tell
him I told him that. Better be the best spread you have ever done Slut. Oh
and yours and Amanda’s outfits will be the same as usual, no extra clothes.
Got it Slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Get busy then.”
She hung up and so did I. It was going to be tight and I had to shop.
Amanda began cleaning as I left the house to shop. I hurried through the
store focusing on the task as hand. It was a tougher day than usual as the
women staring at me seemed meaner. I even heard a couple call out whore
under their breath. But I couldn’t be worried about all that I had bigger fish
to fry.
Amanda had the house ready to go when I arrived and that allowed
me to fly into action in the kitchen. By 2 everything was ready and I was on
time.
Emily arrived at 2:30 and instructed me to help her get the things she
needed out of her car. I moved toward the bedroom to get a shirt to cover
with and she stopped me dead in my tracks with a look.
“Where in the fuck are you going Slut? I said help me with the car. Is
my car parked in your bedroom?”
“No Mistress Emily, I was just getting a shirt to go outside with.”
“I don’t have time for your false modesty bullshit. You get your big
ass out to the car right fucking now, you dumb cunt or I will cane you until
you can’t walk for a week!”
“Yes Mistress Emily.”
I was embarrassed to go outside dressed like this but had no choice.
Thank god she had pulled into the driveway backend first so that the door
was very close to her backseat. The plate was made of wood and metal and
was very heavy and hard to manage. It had a pedal in the center and a large
threaded post in the center. There was a small black box on one side.
Amanda and I struggled up the stairs and into the house setting it in the
living room about 6 feet from the front door. We ran back out and grabbed
the big duffle bag on the floor and lugged it back inside.
“Good job Sluts, Amanda go get ready with the outfit in your
bedroom I laid out for you. Slut, get up on the plate with your feet next to
the bolts at each end.
I stepped up and spread, almost as wide as I could, to accomplish this.
Emily buckled leather cuffs around my ankles. Once tightly strapped she
connected them to the bolts in the plate effectively locking my feet into
position. Emily reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a large
leather bag and moved behind me.
“Clasp your hands behind you Slut.”
I felt her sliding the leather bag over my arms; it reached about half
way up my bicep before she was satisfied. I heard her pulling at the laces
until I felt my arms slowly being pulled together. She continued to tighten
until a whimper of pain escaped my mouth. My elbows were almost
touching each other forcing my chest out to maintain balance.
“Amanda, braid your mothers hair and weave this piece of leather in
with the braid. Slut, open up for me, you know the drill.”
Emily had retrieved the dreaded blow up gag from the bag and
presented it in front of my mouth. I opened and she stuffed it in and buckled
it tight. I hated the rubbery taste and sure enough she blew it up so far my
jaws began to ache immediately.
Amanda had completed the braid and soon after Emily moved behind
me she tugged at my hair. Pulling my head completely back until all I could
see was the ceiling. She attached the leather strap in the braid to something
behind me, as I felt the extra pull and heard the metallic snap as she locked it
into place.
Pain was already setting in as my hair felt like it was being ripped
from my scalp. My shoulders were cramping as were my calves. I didn’t
know how long I could stand like this.
I could hear Emily doing something at my feet with metal. Soon I felt
the cold push of something at the entrance to my cunt. Slowly it moved until
it was buried deep, bumping up against my cervix. Moments later another
dildo entered my ass and traveled as deep as the one in my cunt. I was
impaled in both holes with no way to get free.
Suddenly my left nipple was clamped and screaming in agony. Just as
the pain subsided to a dull ache in the left the right one got the same
treatment. I could feel something touching my stomach and the tugging on
my nipples got worse as whatever it was seemed to be getting heavier by the
minute. I felt her touch near my cunt and the dildos sprang to life inside me.
Emily made a sound that told me she was pleased with my situation
and I heard her walk away, only to return with what sounded like a dragging
chair. She appeared above my face smiling down at me.
“OK Slut this it the story, you will stay like this for the duration of my
meeting. Do not let your legs fail you or you could cause serious injury to
yourself. The thing pulling on your nipples at the moment is a basket. It is
filed with clothes pins. The good news is that during the course of the
meeting it will get lighter so the pressure may decrease, the bad news is it
will get lighter because they are going to decorate you with the clothes pins.
Another thing, you will feel is a shock from time to time. Don’t worry I
didn’t set it at maximum. This is not a punishment so it is set from mild to
medium and will go off at varying lengths of time. So far I am pleased and if
you get through this you will have the reward I promised you, a minimum of
three orgasms a day. If you can you are allowed to cum today but I doubt
you will be able. Oh and one other thing the dildo in your slutty cunt can be
extended if someone chooses to step on the pedal. I promise you that no one
will get any order from me to do that but the other Mistresses may and you
will have to deal with it.”
The unknown is the scariest thing of all. Shocks and how far that
pedal thing would push that dildo inside me scared the hell out of me. It was
already bumping up inside me as far as it could without causing great pain.
My nipples had calmed down to a ragging ache, my shoulders and legs were
in the same shape. But I couldn’t move and allow let my legs go out from
under me, those dildos would rip me apart inside if my weight went on them.
All I could do is stand here and try to take each minute at a time. The
constant buzzing of the vibrators was the only thing distracting me from the
pain I was in.
Soon the doorbell rang and Emily had Amanda get it. I heard people
enter and stop directly in front of me. Suddenly pain rang out on both sides
of my tits as someone began putting clothespins in a row just underneath my
underarms. The pain was amazing fresh and bright with each new pin and
dull and nagging as my body adjusted to them.
“I love being the first one here so I can do this. Emily is she a pain
slut?”
“Yes I think she is Madeline. She is well trained in orgasm denial and
has had some pretty heavy pain experience.”
“Good, do you have more of these pins then?”
“Of course Madeline, I brought more special for you.”
“Thank you Dear, you are too sweet.”
The pinches continued as she worked her way down my body until the
last few were on my feet. Someone else was doing the same to the other side
of me. Tears flowed down my face as the pain waved and crested with each
new pin.
“There I’ll leave some room for the rest. You know how Donna gets.
Slut, get me a soda.”
I heard a yes mistress come from the other side of me in a small little
voice. The women named Madeline moved off talking to Emily as I was left
to stand there in my misery. Soon the doorbell rang again and the same
routine happened again. This time the pins went all the way around both tits,
magnifying the pain of the nipple clamps even more. To make matters worse
I got my first shock. It was not as bad as I feared but still I could feel my
body convulse with pulse of the electricity.
The next mistress in took it upon herself to decorate my cunt from
front to back on both sides with pins. The last one clamped directly on my
clit as I howled in pain, but the damn gag turned that into the tiniest
whimper.
“I think she liked that one Em. Has she been pedaled yet?”
“No Donna I don’t think she has.”
“Good you know how much I love to see that reaction.”
With that the mistress in front of me, Donna, stomped on the pedal
and the dildo slammed up inside me. This was not a subtle or gradual rise,
the pedal moved down and the dildo went up, jamming its way past my
cervix deep into my uterus until it felt like it was going to touch my tonsils.
The pain flared like a beautiful spring flower on a sunny day in April. My
insides cramped up at the intrusion making everything worse. It felt far
deeper than even the dildo in the chair had been. The intensity of the pain
took my breath away. At that moment I was sure that I would go insane from
all the pain before the day was out.
I could hear them talking and laughing but I was totally unable to
focus on anything except my pain. It came from all sides as once and there
was no way to escape it. I felt myself drift away again, but I fought back to
conciseness as I couldn’t allow my legs to fail. Suddenly the dildo receded
and Donna laughed at the convulsions my body was going through as it slid
back down.
“I love to see you hurt Bitch. This won’t be the last time I pump that
up your slutty hole. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
The misery level lowered considerably she walked away. I knew she
would be back and that thought was the scariest of all. I tried to focus on
standing totally still and fight through the pain. What other choice did I
have?
After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a half hour
or so the clothes pins were removed one by one. I heard Emily’s voice
saying that she didn’t want her property to suffer permanent damage from
the pins. I think it was Amanda that did the actual removal as I was very
familiar with the touch. She tried to rub the spots when she could to help the
pain recede as the pins were removed and the blood flowed back to the area.
Not that I started to enjoy the impalement but with the pain of the pins
gone the rest seemed like a picnic, even the shocks. Somewhere along the
way I even had a small orgasm from the dildo that was buzzing away inside
me. That brought laughter and scorn from everyone there and a few pedal
pumps from someone that took offense at my pleasure which ended any
more thoughts of orgasm for the evening. By the time Donna walked back to
the others I was screaming at the top of my lungs in agony. My insides felt
like Swiss cheese.
I could here everyone starting to get up to leave. On the way out I got
several vicious tit slaps, nipple twists and pedal pumps that almost caused
me to pass out several different times. I struggled with consciousness as they
laughed at my pain. Their laughter gave me the strength to fight through the
agony. Finally it was only Emily and Amanda and I was praying that she
would let me down. That wasn’t going to happen quite yet.
“Nice Slut you made it. Amanda, lick her clit I want to pedal the slut
and make her cum this way.”
I could feel Amanda’s tongue tracing around my clit and flicking it
back and forth. Slowly Emily worked the pedal, not jamming it way up but
slowly stroking it where no human penis had ever been. It hurt like hell yes,
but the pain started to mix with Amanda’s work on my clit and I could feel
the orgasm building. Emily must have been watching my movements too
because every time I got close she pushed the dildo deeper causing me just
enough pain to blunt the orgasm before letting it build again stronger and
deeper each time. Until finally no amount of pain could stop it and it roared
out of me. I closed my eyes and screamed into the gag as the orgasm I had
been denied for so long crashed through my body. My legs totally gave out;
Emily had figured as much and was already supporting my weight.
She had Amanda remove the pole from the plate and from me and laid
me down right there. I had no strength left. If the house was on fire I would
have burned with it.
Joe picked that moment to come home and he carried me to bed. I
heard Amanda and Emily come in behind me as Joe tucked me in.
“So Joe I hear that Amanda has gotten to be a pretty good little
cocksucker. I think I would like to see that. Amanda, go and get your
father’s cock out, suck it for me. Strip naked first, I think he likes looking at
your tits and cunt.”
Amanda without hesitation stripped and dropped to her knees
unzipping Joe. Fishing out his semi hard cock and licking and sucking it like
the pro she was becoming. I could see everything from my vantage point and
soon she almost had him almost deep throated. She still gagged a little bit
but nothing like she had when we started. As usual Joe’s hands were
everywhere on her as she sucked him. Soon Joe’s load pulsed from his cock
into her eager mouth. She drank it all with out spilling a drop.
“Amanda now come here and lick my pussy.”
Emily had removed her pants and sat in the chair to watch the
incestuous coupling. Her legs were spread and you could see the pussy juice
glistening in the light. Amanda crawled over and began to feed at Emily’s
pussy. From behind I could how wet Amanda was also. It didn’t take long
for her to bring Emily to a screaming orgasm.
Emily stood and dressed as Joe sat next to me and Amanda was on the
floor at her feet. She kissed Joe and motioned for Amanda to follow her out.
I slowly drifted off as they left the bedroom and never even thought about
waking up until the alarm clock went off.
My first mistake was to attempt to get out of bed like I always do. The
first move of my leg to the edge of the bed brought a new reality to me,
massive pain. My whole body had stiffened up during the course of the night
from yesterday’s ordeal. It took me ten minutes to get out of bed and make
my way to the bathroom. I thought I was going to pee myself before I could
make it.
I started to limber up a little as I moved into the hot shower to clean
up. I had little marks everywhere on my body from the clothes pins but when
the water finally got hot it felt wonderful and some of those cares were
washed down the drain. That shower was the best feeling I thought at the
time I had ever experienced.
Face and hair done I moved, still a little slow, to the kitchen. Amanda
was already there and had made Joe coffee. A cup was sitting next to him
waiting for me.
“Hi mom how are you feeling?”
“Hi honey thanks for the coffee, not too bad after the shower. I’m just
stiff and sore all over today.”
“Jane I have to leave today for the coast. I should be home on
Saturday.”
Somehow I had an idea that maybe that was planned all along and it
didn’t bother me as much as I thought it might.
“Emily showed me the pictures from yesterday, Jane. That must have
really hurt. You had to have two or three hundred pins on you and the hair
pull. It looked like she was trying to snap your neck.”
I couldn’t bring myself to answer him, this was his fault. Yesterday I
almost went insane and he’s talking like it was a Disney ride. I pushed back
the anger and sat there quietly until I got it under control.
“Mistress Emily is going to call you today around lunch Mom. She
said she will give you your orders then. She also said that I could give you a
break this morning and take care of dad and you both. I get to make you cum
Mom.”
I had two thoughts exist in my head at the same moment. One was;
goodie, goodie I get to cum. The other was what a fucking pervert I had
become to think the first thought when it was going to be my very own
daughter that had to give it to me. The funniest part of the whole dichotomy
was the first thought finally had more strength. I was losing the moral edge
that had governed my life for so long. I wanted to cum so bad I just spread
my legs while my daughter kneeled under the table and ate my cunt to a
blistering orgasm that I felt in my toes. And all the while Joe had his cock in
his hand waiting his turn.
Amanda moved to the side of her dad and sucked and licked at his
already hard cock as my orgasm waned. I felt my hand creep down and
lightly rub circles around my overly sensitive clit while Amanda slurped
over her father’s cock. His hands toyed with her nipples and dipped down to
stroke her slit while she worked to bring him to orgasm and didn’t miss a
beat as his cum splashed down her throat. When she was done she flipped
onto her back and masturbated right in front of us to her own screaming
orgasm.
She stood and fed me the juice from her fingers. I licked the sweet
nectar until she was clean. We kissed and then she kissed her father the same
way, her hand reaching down to stroke his semi hard cock and poof, she was
gone, to get dressed. Joe left to finish getting ready and 15 minutes later I
was alone.
I puttered around the house all morning, cleaning up from the
yesterday’s party and other things that needed to be done. I stopped every
hour for my usual masturbation to the edge. I had no other orders yet so I
didn’t dare finish it off.
In the back of my mind the noon phone call was never far away. I
suffered greatly yesterday and this morning was going to be the start of my
reward. No more frustration and denial. She said I get three orgasms a day,
minimum. The one nagging thought was what I would have to do for those
orgasms. I knew that she was not going to make it easy for me.
The time passed rather slowly but exactly at noon the phone rang and
I rushed to answer it.
“Hi Slut, enjoy your morning?”
“Yes Mistress, thank you for allowing me to cum.”
“Well Slut you earned it and I promised you more for being such a
good girl.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“You can thank me later Slut. Now here’s how you get the other two.
Amanda may be bringing friends home today and you get to fuck them. If
she doesn’t I expect you to go out and find someone to do both of you. You
have to be fucked by at least two different people each day and they can
never be the same people two days in a row. Plus I am making a change in
your allowed outfit at home. They will be delivered to you this afternoon.
The delivery boy is pretty cute and I told him that you would be more than
accommodating to compensate him for his trouble. So you answer the door
just like you are now and invite him in. He doesn’t count against your daily
total of two. If you understood everything I just said then just say thank you
mistress and hang up the phone.”
As shocked and flustered as I was all I could think to do is to thank
her and hang the phone up. The delivery guy was one thing; I had been
fucked silly in that tent by so many strangers that was not totally foreign
concept to me, Scary yes, embarrassing yes, but exciting also. But this was
something totally different; I had to get this one started. Act like the Slut I
was becoming in front of a total stranger. The whole thing with Amanda’s
bringing home friends was a different story too. She was going to bring boys
into the house. We would have to have sex with them. What would she tell
them to get them to come here? What if the parents found out?
I was a wreck all day worrying about the possibilities and then the
doorbell rang. I hid behind the door and opened it a crack to see a young
man in his 20’s on the step. He was carrying a large box and a huge grin.
“Are you Jane?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I have a delivery for you.”
Knowing my orders I opened the door for him and asked him to bring
it in and set it down. As many things as I have done I still blushed hard at the
fact that I was pretty well naked and he was going to find that out in a
second. He moved straight to the coffee table and set the box down. I closed
the door, removing the last vestige of my modesty. He stopped and looked as
he turned around and drank in my nakedness.
“Damn baby the lady said you were hot. She wasn’t kidding.”
“Thank you Sir. Mistress told me to repay your kindness for
delivering these to me. Would you like to fuck me? I can suck your cock or
you can fuck my ass too. You can do whatever you want to me.”
I was dieing inside to say these things to him but I didn’t know what
else to do. Emily made it very plain that I was to trade sexual favors to this
man. I had to comply. I had to act like the slut I was becoming.
I slowly moved toward him, my nipples getting harder with each step.
The bulge in his pants from his hard on pressing to get out was easy to see. I
reached out and traced my nail around the bulge, trying to hide my
embarrassment with boldness. He reached out and played with my nipples.
His touch was rough and hurried. After a few quick squeezes his hands went
right between my legs as I spread wide to give him full access.
“Damn baby you are soaked. Get my cock out. Let’s get it on.”
With a quick unbuckle and snap his pants were around his ankles. He
pushed me down to the floor and without any foreplay jammed his cock into
my waiting cunt. After adjusting his position he started jack hammering me.
Just as I was getting ready to cum I felt him tense and shoot his load
deep inside me. I groaned in frustration as he quickly got off me and pulled
up his pants.
“Hey baby you are a good fuck. Maybe I’ll come back again when I
have more time.”
Less than a minute later he was gone. I was lying right where he left
me frustrated. But looking up at the clock showed me that I didn’t have time
to waller in my self pity. Amanda would be home in ten to fifteen minutes.
I ran into the bathroom and cleaned his cum out of me and fixed my
makeup. I was about to put on my shirt for guests when I remembered the
box in the living room.
Sighing at the box as I opened it I knew that it couldn’t be good for
me. I was right. The box contained T-shirts, thin gauzy type material that
would hide nothing. Some were long enough to barely cover my ass and
some stopped at my navel leaving the bottom half totally exposed. Most had
writing on the front and I blushed hard at the thought of having to wear these
in front of anyone, let alone total strangers.
‘Expert cocksucker needs practice’
‘I’m horny Lets fuck’
‘Sex first. Talk later’
‘Cum Slut’
I picked a longer shirt that at least covered me. Hurrying with the
knowledge that Amanda was due home soon. The caption read ‘I need to get
laid’. A mental picture formed of me meeting them at the door with this on
and caused a shiver to run the length of my body.
Lost in my thoughts of what might happen I was jarred back to reality
by the phone. I ran to answer it.
“Hello Slut. Did you get my package?”
“Yes Mistress Emily.”
“And did you fuck the delivery boy?”
“Yes Mistress Emily.”
“Good Girl. I’ve been thinking about my plan for you today. I am
going to make a change. I don’t think that we need to have you fucking
underage boys without direct control of the situation. Last thing I need is the
publicity of my sales VP’s wife getting caught as a pedophile. So today will
be the last day of Amanda bringing home high school boys for you. I talked
with Noelle and she will be supplying you with an endless supply of frat
brothers though. Anyway, follow through today and simply act as a
facilitator if they are underage, no direct sexual contact with those boys,
understand Slut?”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” I was so relieved in one sense not
to have to go through with this afternoon. Still I worried for Amanda.
“No need to thank me Slut. I told you that I would look out for you if
you did what you were told. Noelle will be by around 6. I will stop by when
I finish work. Make sure I have a proper meal for me waiting to warm before
you get busy.”
I didn’t even get to say goodbye as the phone went dead in my ear. It
also left me no time to contemplate what all this meant as I heard Amanda’s
laughter on the porch and the opening of the front door.
To Be Continued…………………
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