MomÕs New Boyfriend Ð Chapter 01

By Tappy McWidestance

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

My dad left us when I was 13 to hook up with some young blonde girl who seemed thrilled to be with an older (by 20 years) guy. I donÕt know why he really left. My mom was, and still is, beautiful, but maybe after 15 years of marriage they didnÕt click any more. Divorce was certainly the norm in our social circle and I donÕt think it really affected me that much. I didnÕt turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the pain. I was already competitively swimming and that plus school took all my time.

My mom didnÕt start dating right away after dad left. She worked a lot and went to the gym at least 5 days a week. In LA age is no excuse for growing old.  I was left primarily on my own. I wasnÕt a troublemaker and I guess she trusted me. She dated occasionally, but really didnÕt talk too much about the guys she saw. In retrospect she must have been getting her sexual needs tended to, but at least until I was in college I never really noticed. Sure I could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy that she (as my best friend described) Òneeded to get laidÓ but we didnÕt really talk about it.

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

My girlfriends and I had discussed that previously as well. They had mixed feelings on the subject as to enjoying the taste. I canÕt say I loved it, but it wasnÕt too bad. I did find that he was very happy after blowing his load and that made me feel good.  A blowjob quickly became the end of date ritual for our meetings. He wasnÕt pressuring me to fuck him, which seemed weird, but my friends said that was good because then I couldnÕt get pregnant. And besides, ÒheÕll never get you off as good as your fingers.Ó I knew they were talking about masturbation, but IÕd never actually done that. I played along agreeing with them.

IÕm sure you know where the story goes from here. I didnÕt want them finding out I had never had an orgasm (or masturbated for that matter) so I quickly dispatched both problems. Damn, I thought. Why hadnÕt I done this earlier, I mused as I lay panting on my bed after my first cum. No I didnÕt become a nymphomaniac if that is what youÕre thinking. The end of my senior year was spent dating, partying, sucking cock and making myself cum quietly in my bedroom hoping my mom didnÕt hear me. Like I said, a pretty standard upbringing.

My Freshman year at UCLA brought a dorm room and roommate (even though my momÕs house was just off campus the dorm was free with my scholarship and I wanted the full college experience). My roommate was a nice girl, although she seemed a bit lost in the big city. She was from Utah and wanted to major in film. I didnÕt have much time to worry about her. The swim team took 4 hours a day. Between that and attending classes and studying I had little time for socializing. That was OK with me for a while, but soon I needed to have my Òhappy finger time.Ó

I carefully waited until my roommate was asleep and then slowly and quietly would finger my clit until I came. I found it exhilarating to be doing that while she slept just 10 feet away. I also found that going slower than I was used to caused me to tease myself and really let the orgasm build. This was new to me and I liked it. The hard part now was being silent. That too became part of the thrill. I wanted to moan and shout in ecstasy, but I couldnÕt.

This is how my first semester went. During Christmas break I hooked up with my friend who liked me sucking his cock so much. I convinced him to fuck me, but as I expected it wasnÕt that great. I fingered myself as soon as I got home. That was much better.  It was during break that mom mentioned she had been dating a guy she met at the gym.  As I had learned more about my sexual needs I was happy for her to have a guy to take care of her. If she met him at the gym he was probably in good shape. She wouldnÕt give me many details (his name was Peter and he was 46 but that was it) but she was definitely in a good mood so we know what that means.

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

Luckily one of my friends happened to arrive at that moment. She didnÕt have jumper cables but agreed to give me a ride home. Lacking a better option I grabbed some laundry I needed to do and headed out. My mom wasnÕt home when I got there which wasnÕt a big surprise. I was still feeling sick so I headed to my room, stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers.  Then I remembered I brought laundry. Dang it. I got up and went down the two flights of stairs to the basement. I started my load and then trudged back upstairs to my room and back into bed. I must have fell asleep because I woke when I head the garage door opening. It was dark out. I looked at the clock and it said 1:30am. That seemed out of place for my mom, but so be it. I peaked out the window and saw a car in the driveway with a man standing next to it. This must be the mysterious Peter I presumed. I saw my mom walk out of the garage. She was staggering a bit and obviously a little drunk.

I remember thinking she shouldnÕt have been driving. IÕd have to talk to her about that. Then I watched as she threw her arms around him and began to kiss him passionately. Instinctively I backed away from the window, although I continued to peak around the edge of my blinds. His arms were wrapped around her waist holding her up. I was shocked when she took her left hand and grabbed his right wrist. She then guided his hand under her short skirt. It was as if she was masturbating herself using his hand in the open view of our driveway. Was this really my mom I was watching?

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

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

Sound travels pretty well between our walls. It travels even better when you crack your door open and your mom didnÕt bother closing hers because you were supposed to be at school. Between an endless chorus of Òfuck me harderÓ and Òmake me your whoreÓ which I wouldnÕt believe came out of my momÕs mouth if you paid me, and four really good orgasms I experienced on my fingers, I realized that she was cumming while he fucked her. No only that, she was cumming hard and often.

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

Peter was a champion fucker I decided. He kept up with my mom longer than I could believe.  Every so often they would quiet down for a couple of minutes and then the expletives would start again. I wasnÕt sure what was happening during those quiet times but once I did hear him say ÒThatÕs right baby. Suck that cock like the slut you were born to be.Ó After that I had a pretty good idea what was going on. The thought that he was fucking her and then would have enough control to stop and have her suck him for a minute or two before continuing his conquest of her body had me trembling. The guys I had been with her lucky to make 10 strokes in my pussy before they squirted in the condom. Peter seemed to be in complete control. I wondered if he has a son.

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

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

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

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

ÒBark like a dog for me!Ó I heard Peter exclaim.

WTF?!? I thought. But then I heard my mom start barking. This was getting bizarre. He was spanking her and ordering her to bark while he fucked her from behind and she was doing it. I could never look at my mom the same way again. How could she let him do that to her? Then I realized my hand was in my panties again and my mind was once again transported to admiration for his ability to make a woman come during the physical act of love. OK, the act of lust. He wasnÕt making love to my mom. He was fucking her. It was primal. It was animalistic. And I wanted it for myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My own orgasm had finally quelled but I had no energy to make it back to my room. My mom was babbling something about Peter being ÒThe greatest,Ó and then I heard a pleading ÒNo,Ó from the bedroom. My warped mind immediately knew he had pulled out but was mom upset that her pussy was empty or had be pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Given all IÕd learned about my mom that night, anal sex was hardly out of bounds. When I heard him say ÒOn your knees,Ó I knew it wasnÕt the latter. Then I heard him moan.

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

ÒYou look like a glazed donut,Ó I heard him say. What a bastard I thought. ItÕs bad enough you gave her a facial but donÕt mock her with it. ÒThanks Sir,Ó I heard mom reply. ÒI love your cum.Ó

What?!? She likes it? There was so much I didnÕt know about my mom.

ÒGo to sleep now baby,Ó he told her in a soothing voice. ÒLet it dry on your face and IÕll call you tomorrow.Ó

I didnÕt hear another sound from my mom. I was clear he had fucked all the energy out of her. SheÕd probably sleep until noon. I began to relax thinking I would probably sleep until noon as well. My breathing was getting back to normal although my multiple orgasms had my strength zapped. Then in a panic I recognized I was still lying in the hallway in my underwear with my hand in my panties. What was the cause of my realization? Standing above me looking down at me was a very handsome man. He was wearing pants and a shirt and carrying a pair of leather dress shoes.

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

There wasnÕt much light available, just the glow of the hallway nightlight illuminated him, but I could see his cock still glistening with my motherÕs juices. It wasnÕt hard any more. It just hung there at about half-staff. But it was calling me. It had an almost hypnotic power over me the way it just dangled in front of me. I couldnÕt resist the control it had over my mind. It had just given so much pleasure to my mom and in an indirect way me that I had to give it some pleasure in return.

I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He still didnÕt speak and I asked no questions as I took him into my mouth.

At first it didnÕt stir. Given the fucking he just gave my mom I guess it was too much to expect him to get hard right away. But the tasteÉ oh the taste. I admit IÕve licked my own fingers after I masturbate so I wasnÕt totally ignorant to the flavor of a satisfied pussy. But my momÕs flavor was strong. Maybe that was because I was cleaning it off his cock or maybe I was just sensitive in my post orgasmic state, but he cock was unlike any I had sucked before. Maybe licked would be a better term. I dutifully licked clean every inch of his potent weapon.

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

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

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

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

ÒNot just yet eager little one,Ó he scolded me.

I sat back on my haunches waiting. I didnÕt know what else to do. I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart phone. He then pointed at me and then pointed at his cock.

As I leaned forward, my mouth open ready to take him in again, I heard the electronic click of a picture being taken. I stopped and looked up. He just smiled. I know I had a look of displeasure on my face, but he didnÕt care. With his left hand he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head forward. IÕd like to say I resisted, but I didnÕt. Soon his cock was down my throat again and my lips were against his public hair. Click went his phone. He now had evidence of how big his cock is and how I am able to take the whole length. I felt sick and started to cough. I heard my mom stir. I looked up with pleading eyes. He smiled again. Damn him. Slowly he pulled his cock back out of my mouth. I took a big gulp of air as soon as I could. He let go of my hair.

ÒGet me your cell phone,Ó he said authoritatively.

I stood up and went into my room. I had to turn the light on to find it. I hope that didnÕt wake my mom. I returned to the hallway and handed him the phone. He had put his cock back in his pants, although his bulge was clearly visible. I assumed he wanted me to make him cum. Why did he put it away? He had control of his emotions far beyond any of the boys IÕd ever been with.

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

He then took his phone and sent me the pictures of me sucking his dick. The first one showed my face looking with great anticipation. I looked at it and wondered how long it would take for him to send it around the Internet. The second picture wasnÕt so good. It was when I was more pissed off after realizing he was taking a picture and it showed. Of course my look of consternation could also be from having my mouth and throat full of hard cock. When I looked up from my phone he smiled again.

ÒYour mom is cooking dinner for me tomorrow. You should attend. No doubt she will want a repeat performance of tonight but will be concerned you are here. IÕll text you more instructions.Ó

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

When I woke it was light again. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30. I stretched; feeling tired, and then remembered what had happened the night before. Suddenly I was wide-awake. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had worn yesterday. I peeked out of my bedroom door to see if there was any evidence that my mom was up yet. Her door was seemingly in the same open position from last night so I assumed she was still passed out. I didnÕt bother with going to the bathroom. I just snuck down the stairs and quietly out the back door.

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

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

ÒIÕm going to your momÕs about 3. WeÕre going to hang out by the pool and then cook steaks on the grill. I want you to join us unannounced. DonÕt tell your mom about last night. When I talked to her it was obvious she doesnÕt know.Ó

I read the text several times. The smart play would be to ignore him. But that wasnÕt going to happen. I could always use the excuse that I needed to do laundry. ÒShit laundry,Ó I remembered. IÕd put clothes in the wash machine last night and forgot them this morning. I hope mom didnÕt find them. I started to get very nervous. Then I started to try and figure out how to look like IÕd never met Peter.

I decided a simple plan was the best. Doing laundry was good because I could get my clothes from last night without raising suspicion. And if my mom had found my clothes already IÕd be busted early and this game would be over. I also grabbed one of my more modest two-piece bikinis. On swim team I always wore a one-piece in practice and a tech suit in competition, but being a California girl I had plenty of bikinis to choose from for going to the beach and attracting guys. My mom would be suspicious if I wore one of my ÒhuntingÓ suits to her house. It wouldnÕt be weird for me to lie out while doing laundry so the modest approach would be best. I also grabbed a semi-transparent wrap to wear since that would tease Peter a bit without looking out of place. I decided to wait until about 4pm to head over. I wanted Peter to wonder if I was going to show up.

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

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

I told you in chapter 1 that my mom is still very attractive for her age. I know she wears fairly revealing workout clothes at the gym and likes to dress sexy for social occasions. What I wasnÕt expecting was the tiny thong bikini she was wearing along with a pair of 3Ó heels standing in the kitchen. She obviously was showing herself off for Peter. She also looked very disappointed that I had crashed her two-person party.

I asked innocently ÒWho owns the Jag,Ó and didnÕt comment on her choice of swimwear trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary what happening.

ÒOh thatÕs my friend PeterÕs,Ó she replied. ÒWeÕre going to grill tonight.Ó

ÒOK, IÕll try to stay out of your way. I was just going to do laundry,Ó I said

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

ÒWho is this?Ó he asked my mom.

ÒOh,Ó she replied. ÒThis is Brittney. My daughter. She goes to UCLA.Ó

He came over a shook my hand very gentlemanly like.

ÒNice to meet you Brittney. My name is Peter.Ó He then looked back toward my mom. ÒBut I canÕt believe you are old enough to have a daughter in college.Ó

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

Peter asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I declined saying I was just there to do laundry but he pushed to include me. My mom didnÕt seem happy but she finally invited me to join them. He then suggested I hang out by the pool with them. I said I would change after starting the first load. Mom and Peter then grabbed the drinks and headed back outside. I had to stead myself against the door jam. I was a nervous wreck. I bet my mom knew the whole story. She probably saw the pictures too. What had I gotten myself into?

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

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

I looked at the contents of the box. There were two silver balls that looked like large ball bearings.  I wasnÕt sure what they were and was confused by how I would wear them. Fortunately a quick search on the Internet brought the answer that they were Ben Wa balls and are meant to be inserted into the vagina. The intensity of the game was about to pick up.

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

When I reached the pool my mom and Peter were reclining on chaises next to each other. A third chaise was about 15 feet to his right and facing them. I put my towel there and jumped into the pool. When I surfaced I looked at them sitting next to each other, sipping their drinks in a perfectly normal way. My guts were churning, though. I swam a couple of quick laps just trying to get my mind off my arousal and then got out and walked over to my chaise. I spread out the towel and sat down. I didnÕt want to look at them, but I noticed more than once Peter was stealing glances at me. When I twisted my body just a bit I could spread my legs giving him a look at my bikini bottom. IÕm sure he knew I would be using his gift and the effect it was having on me. But they continued chatting without involving me.

My mind was left to wander sexy thoughts about last night until my mom brought me out of my daze and starting talking about the swim team. Peter as it turned out had a 20 year old daughter at UCLA. We talked about swimming and college life for a while until their pitcher was empty. Mom got up to mix more and asked me to help her. As I walked by Peter I could feel his eyes on me. I couldnÕt walk as slowly as I would have liked and kept up with my mom which meant the balls were dancing inside of me. It was both an exhilarating and maddening feeling. I contemplated going back to my room to get myself off.

Once inside I was expecting my mom to be mad with me but inside she asked my opinion about Peter. She opened up that they had been seeing each other for two months. I asked if it was serious. She giggled (definitely out of place for her) and admitted he was more of a ÒFriend with Benefits.Ó I congratulated her. I think she might have been expecting me to be judgmental, but I really was just happy for her. It also relieved me to know I wasnÕt getting in the middle of a budding romance. I still didnÕt want her to know what happened the night before (or what I was wearing right now) but I felt a little less guilty about playing PeterÕs game.

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

ÒHere is your drink, sir,Ó I said with a smile. IÕm not sure why I called him sir instead of Peter. It just sort of slipped out.

ÒThank you Brittney,Ó he replied. ÒAre you wearing your gift?Ó

ÒI am,Ó I said with a bit of embarrassment.

While I had thought he might touch my nipples, he surprised me by reaching up and touching the front of my bikini bottom. It made me jump just a bit. I definitely didnÕt want mom seeing that. He rubbed his finger back and forth and began putting more pressure against my clit.

ÒDid you play with yourself after I left last night?Ó

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

ÒAnd IÕm sure the balls have you aroused right now, donÕt they?Ó

I had to stifle a moan. ÒYes, sirÉÓ

Then he stopped and withdrew his hand.

ÒTake your drink and sit back down.Ó

I did what he said, making it back to my chair just as my mom was coming back out of the house.  I quickly drained my drink and then walked back over to them to refill it. I wanted to stand in front of him again. I knew he wouldnÕt touch me but I wanted him to look. Mom didnÕt seem to notice.

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

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

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

ÒI know what you are doing dirty girl,Ó he told me. I blushed.

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

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

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

I looked up and she was waving in our direction. ÒBrittney I need your help with dinner,Ó she called out.

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

ÒAfter you help your mom change out of your swimsuit. Just put on a t-shirt and shorts. DonÕt wear a bra or panties.Ó Then almost as an afterthought as I was walking awayÉ ÒOh and keep the balls in too.Ó

I swiftly walked back to the house. I wanted those damn balls to dance inside of me. I was upset with my mom for picking that moment instead of a minute later, but more than that I wanted to ride the wave of arousal I was feeling as long as I could. I knew if I even touched my clit when I changed IÕd cum in an instant. I wanted to prove to myself I could hold back like my mom had done last night. I didnÕt know if I could. But it was going to be fun finding out.

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

ÒIÕm going to change out of my suit,Ó I announced to my mom and then ran upstairs to my room.

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

I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the innocent college girl. In her place was a woman who needed to get fucked and fucked hard. The woman also looked sexier than IÕd ever remembered myself looking. I opened my dresser drawer and looked for an appropriate shirt and some shorts. Unfortunately most of my clothes were at the dorm. I found a pair of black shorts which were too small (thatÕs why I left them at home to begin with) and a white t-shirt that came down just to my navel.

Slipping on the shirt I couldnÕt help but give my nipples a quick rub. Oh, it felt so good. I doubted they would be going down much until I came. Looking in the mirror I saw they were clearly visible through my shirt. No time to worry about that now. Besides my momÕs nipples were showing through her bikini too so whatÕs good for the goose is good for the gander. The shorts presented another problem. Without panties I was concerned that they would show a wet spot. At least they were black so maybe it wouldnÕt be noticeable. As I pulled them on their small size meant I had to snug them up tight against my body. Now besides the balls stimulating me IÕd have the fabric rubbing against my most sensitive parts. This was going to be an interesting dinner.

Peter and I sat down at the table while mom was serving us. He sat at the head with my mom and I on either side. She still had on her bikini, which meant both Peter, and I had a good view of her cleavage. I donÕt know if they felt the sexual tension at the table but I sure did. Our conversation was completely bland, however. Peter didnÕt play footsy with me under the table and the only thing out of the ordinary was my mom flinched a couple of times for no reason. After she excused herself to get more potatoes I quietly asked Peter what that was all about. He put his hand under the table and then passed me a small remote.

ÒPush it when your mom gets back,Ó he told me.

I waited a few minutes after mom sat back down. Peter kept looking at me and discretely nodding. Finally I got the courage to press the button. My mom flinched so I did it again. She didnÕt move as noticeably but she did scowl at Peter. I was confused. Under the table I slid the remote back to his chair. Mom didnÕt flinch through the rest of dinner. When we were done Peter offered that he and I would do the dishes and suggested my mom go upstairs and change out of her bikini.

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

ÒI wanted to do this all through dinner,Ó he told me. Immediately he took my breath away.

ÒYour mom showed me a nice home theater in the basement. Tell her youÕre going downstairs to watch a move. Take another big glass of margarita with you. IÕll tell her youÕll probably pass out. When you hear us come down the stairs pretend to be asleep.Ó

ÒWhat are you going to do?Ó I asked.

ÒAfter she is convinced you are not going to walk in on us, IÕm going to take her back upstairs and fuck her like I did last night.Ó

ÒDonÕt you want to fuck me?Ó I asked, pouting and trying to look hurt.

ÒWeÕll see. You did a good job cleaning my cock last night. Maybe tonight I will reward you.Ó

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

ÒI really want you to fuck me,Ó I told him.

ÒIÕll know when you are ready,Ó he countered. ÒIn the meantime, do you have a PC downstairs too?Ó

ÒYeah,Ó I answered. ÒThere is one connected to the TV for doing Skype and Facebook.Ó

He looked around, dropped my nipples and grabbed a pen from off the counter. ÒHold out your hand,Ó he stated emphatically. I did what he asked immediately. ÒThis is the DNS name for my phone. IÕll connect to your wireless and the PC should be able to see what I stream in webcam mode. I think youÕll like the show.Ó

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

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

ÒSee I told you she would pass out,Ó Peter said.

ÒShe works hard at school. She must have needed the rest,Ó my mom replied.

If she only knew why I didnÕt sleep well last night, I thought.  Then my mom said she had to put my last load of clothes in the dryer and that she would be right back. The laundry area is in a back room in our basement. That meant she wouldnÕt see when Peter reached over the couch and again took a nipple between his fingers.

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

I pursed my lips to tell him that I understood as he let go of my nipple and resumed pretending I was asleep as my mom returned. Then I heard the sound of kissing behind the couch. I wanted to peek and see what was happening. I thought about opening my eyes and try to catch a reflection of them off the tv screen, but I was good and didnÕt move. From the sounds I heard their kisses were growing more passionate. Making out next to me was probably turning on my mom. I had a vision of Peter bending her over the couch and taking her from behind, but I knew that was mere fantasy. Finally I heard them on the stairs. I waited until I heard the door shut and then I jammed my hand into my shorts.

As soon as I touched my clit I felt a shiver go through my body. I buried my face into my pillow and released a throaty moan. I was prepared to get myself off when I remembered PeterÕs phone. I jumped up and switched the TV back to the PC. This time Chrome connected to his phone. He was walking up the stairs to the second floor. My mom was in front of him. Gone were her t-shirt and shorts. In their place were a g-string, garter belt and stockings set, even higher heels than she had on before, and a lacey black cami. I never knew my mom wore lingerie like that. Then it hit me that she had been wearing that when she was downstairs. I would have probably had a heart attack if I had Òwoken upÓ when they were making out and saw her like that. Little did I know my new reality TV was just about to start.

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

His phone webcam didnÕt broadcast sound but I donÕt think he actually said anything to her. She just quickly scampered to her knees in front of him. He stood sideways parallel to the bed. I got a perfect view of her as she took his manhood into her mouth. It was like I was watching a porn movie instead of my mom. Her shocking choice of lingerie made her look alike an adult star instead of the woman who raised me. PeterÕs cock was quickly growing to a size that would make any man jealous. Then I realized my mom was servicing him without the aid of her hands. I watched in fascination as she held her hand together behind her back. It was as if they were cuffed although I didnÕt see him do that.

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

No matter what the motivation, the show had my pussy leaking juice. I took off my shorts before they became saturated and began stroking my slit. There was no way I wasnÕt going to cum watching this. I didnÕt even bother to try. As it turned out, his next move was enough to instantly send me over the top.

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

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

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

I couldnÕt miss when my mom yelled Òfuck me now!Ó and when Peter bent her forward I thought he was going to do just that. I watched her hands drop his cock and brace herself against the dresser. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock against her slit. Near as I could tell he pushed only about the first inch inside of her, though. Then he started to spank her. And I could tell she started to moan. That was the end for me. I started to cum.

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

By the time I calmed down momÕs spanking was over. As she turned back toward the bed I could see her ass wasnÕt bright red. He must have been giving her more of a playful spanking. He was speaking again and mom crawled up on the bed and got on her back. She then surprised me again. My mom has a wrought iron headboard on her bed with upright steel bars behind the top of the mattress. She stretched her body out on the center of the bed and then reached up and grabbed two of the bars with her hands. She then spread her legs. I didnÕt have a very good view, but she appeared to be holding herself spread-eagled.

The angle of the phone didnÕt give me much of a view as Peter mounted her. I got to watch his ass bouncing up and down. I could only imagine the sounds she was making. Were they the same ones as last night? I was still recovering from my orgasm so I just slid down to the floor, spread my arms and legs and tried to mimic her position. I wanted to see if I could get a sense of what she was feeling. I would have needed a big dildo for that, but I could tell by PeterÕs ass movements that he was giving it to her good. I was starting to get aroused again so I brought my arms down and began playing with my boobs. I kept my legs spread wide in sympathy with her.

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

This position lasted another 5 minutes IÕd guess. I could tell my mom was getting tired. IÕm pretty sure she asked for permission to cum again but was denied. I didnÕt know how she could hold back. But she seemed to do just that. I wasnÕt bothering to hold back. By the time he flipped her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her I was on my hands and knees facing the TV. I reached between my legs and pushed three fingers into my needy hole. The expression of pain and pleasure on her face as he pushed into her was enough to make me cum again.

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

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

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

I didnÕt turn around to face him. I wanted to pretend I had just been sitting on the couch the whole time being a good girl. We both knew that wasnÕt true, but the fantasy of being taken by an older man had taken root in my brain and I was playing it out. I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders and then moving down to grip my nipples. I sigh of contentment escaped my lips.

ÒIÕm sure you enjoyed the show,Ó he began. ÒHow many times did you cum?Ó

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

ÒIÕm not sure. 6?Ó I said with a questioning tone.

ÒI only allowed your mom one,Ó he replied. ÒBut itÕs quality not quantity with me. SheÕll sleep for hours.Ó

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

ÒOn your knees,Ó he said calmly. I obeyed immediately.

So for the second time in 24 hours I cleaned my momÕs juices off her boyfriendÕs cock. This time I didnÕt use my hands. I had learned from momÕs example and kept them behind my back. Peter seemed pleased. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. Well Ôduh. He took my hand and had me stand. He then brought me behind the couch and bent me over. Oh God it was going to happen. He positioned his cock at the dripping entrance to my pussy and slowly started to push.

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

I donÕt think he was even half way inside of me and already I felt fuller than I had with any of my boyfriends. Without thinking I let out a moan.

ÒThatÕs right baby,Ó he cooed. ÒI know you want it. But you have to earn it.Ó

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

ÒOn your knees again,Ó he said softly but firmly.

This time I cleaned off my own juices. IÕd tasted them plenty of times before, but when served off his cock they seemed like a special treat. I couldnÕt believe he wasnÕt going to fuck me. I was tight, wet and ready for him. How could he turn down an offer like that?

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

MomÕs New Boyfriend Chapter 2

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

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didnÕt have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I finally was back in control of my emotions. That is until he sent me a text message on Thursday. The problem was he sent it during a class and I made the mistake of discretely reading it. The message was simple. It said ÒIÕll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday. Plan to spend the night.Ó

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

I couldnÕt respond until after class. There is a text-messaging ban during class and if you are caught this professor liked to read the messages you are sending to everyone. It was risky enough to read his text. If I had replied I was too scared I would have been busted. After class I immediately accepted his invitation. Fortunately there was only a morning dual meet that weekend so I would be done by 1ish. I let Peter know I was at his disposal (wording on purpose) after 2:30 or so. I wanted to be sure I had time to shower and primp a bit for him.

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

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

That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didnÕt worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didnÕt sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.

Friday morning after I sent my report, Peter did reply and told me to wear the Ben Wa balls to class. Knowing how they affected me last Saturday I wasnÕt thrilled with this idea, but I did it. The walk across the quad was insufferable. I didnÕt think I would make it until my lunchtime finger session before I had to get off. I shouldnÕt have even been in class. I got nothing out of it. My mind was a lust filled fog and I began counting down the hours until Peter would pick me up.

I had a few minutes between classes on Friday morning and I couldnÕt take the teasing any more. I slipped into the bathroom. Unfortunately it was crowded with people between classes. I didnÕt care. The handicapped stall was free so that is where I went. I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. This time I wasnÕt interested in teasing myself. I covered my mouth with my hand and began rubbing my clit. It didnÕt take long. It was only a matter of seconds before I was cumming.

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

Friday night I was trying to get my mind Òin the zoneÓ for the morning meet, but I wasnÕt successful. Memories of my bathroom orgasm and the promise of what was now just 24 hours away kept my mind on sex. Although my dinner time session in my pants down was successful, I couldnÕt get to sleep without playing with myself to completion. Fortunately my roommate was out partying and I had the place to myself. I finally fell sleep and rested well. I was thankful since my alarm went off at 7am to get ready for the meet.

I wasnÕt sure if Peter expected me to keep up my teasing regiment on Saturday. But since IÕd cum twice on Friday I figured I should. When I sent him the update I told him I wouldnÕt be able to do a lunchtime session because the meet would be wrapping up. He told me before my last race to insert the balls. Damn. Well, that was going to make things interesting.

As anybody who has been to a swim meet knows the last events are usually the distance freestyle events. At first I wasnÕt going to follow PeterÕs instructions, but then I figured, what the hell. I was swimming the 800m free (16 lengths of the pool), which is very boring to me. I much prefer the 200 and 400IM. Since it was a dual meet (UC San Diego) it was really more of a practice so if I didnÕt swim my best time, it wasnÕt the end of the world.

There was plenty of time between my third and fourth (and final) events so I went back to the locker room. It was nearly noon and I needed to get aroused to insert the balls anyway so I did another quick masturbate to peak session. I was getting better at holding myself at that level but I didnÕt have too much time to waste so I slipped the balls inside of me, sent Peter a message and headed back to the pool.

With my tech suit fitting me like a second skin I didnÕt have to worry about the balls taking an embarrassing fall onto the pool deck. In fact I was getting pretty accustomed to wearing them and enjoying the sensation. By the time the race started I wasnÕt really thinking about them. I was in the zone.

The 800 and 1500m races are about pace and saving enough energy for a sprint at the end.  Like I said I wasnÕt a fan of the distance races, but my coach was trying to convince me I was built for them. I didnÕt win my heat, but I did swim my best time thanks in no small part to the Ben Wa balls keeping my mind occupied instead of thinking about the pain my body was experiencing in the race. Looking back at my split times they were still too inconsistent, probably due to my thinking about sex, but overall it was a good race. As my coach congratulated me on cutting time I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how.

After the meet I had to be careful in the shower. All the girls showered together and we would remove our suits under the warm spray of the showerhead. You have to be part contortionist to get the tech suits on and off and to see a group of girls all doing it at the same time must be funny looking. Of course I wasnÕt worried about what I looked like. I was more worried about losing the balls. I managed to get the last shower stall, squeezed my Kegel muscles tight around the balls and got out of my suit as quick as I could. One of the balls threatened to pop free as I was bent over, but a discrete move of my hand and push of a finger repositioned it safely inside of me. I felt so naughty showering with these girls while teasing myself at the same time. I wondered how many of them would enjoy PeterÕs insistence that I tease myself before meeting him. IÕd never been particularly attracted to women but I had to admit as I watched them shower their athletic bodies were beautiful. I wondered where that thought came from and if it was a byproduct of PeterÕs teachings.

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

The only communication with Peter was clarification on where to pick me up, instructions to wear a skirt and blouse (bra and panties were ok) and instructions to remove the balls, clean them in my mouth, put them back in their case and bring them with tonight. It didnÕt take long to finish getting ready. Now what was I going to do for five hours while I wait for him?

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

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

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

ÒTake off your clothes,Ó he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.

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

ÒBra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk,Ó he corrected me when I thought I was done.

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

ÒFor the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to do with as I please. He then put the key in his pocket. At least I could get the key if I really needed it, but I was excited about having more time with him than he had spent with my mom. I was also excited that he was in control of my clothes and that I was free of making any decisions. He went back to the computer desk and sat down. Then he waved me over. He opened up an email from someone called UCLA_RA_P173. I didnÕt know any of the RAÕs except the one on my floor and didnÕt recognize the handle from any of the UCLA websites I frequented. When Peter opened the first attachment I almost fainted.

I was looking at a picture, obviously from a cell phone, of myself walking into a bathroom at school. The date/time stamp in the corner told me what I already knew. It was from Thursday and I was about to make myself cum in that bathroom. Peter then opened a second picture. No it wasnÕt me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy.

ÒIs there something you want to tell me, Brittney?Ó he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what IÕd done.

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

ÒLooks to me like you came in that bathroom. Are you sure you donÕt want to tell me anything?Ó

I looked down at the floor. ÒI tried. I really tried. But after wearing the balls to class, when I touched my clit, I couldnÕt control myself. I climaxed.Ó

ÒThank you for telling me the truth Brittney, although I am disappointed you lied to me and tried to cover up your actions,Ó he responded. ÒI require my partners to follow my instructions. IÕll get your clothes and take you home.Ó

I couldnÕt believe that was the end of our game. It canÕt end like this. I started crying. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way.

ÒDonÕt cry little one. YouÕre just not ready yet. Maybe someday soon.Ó

I cried out defensively, ÒI am ready. YouÕre all I have thought about all week. IÕve been wet and desperate for you since you left last Saturday night.Ó

I felt his right arm release and felt his hand tracing down my side and then between us. He didnÕt waste time rubbing my clit. He simply pushed a finger inside of me.

ÒWell you were not lying about being wet for me,Ó he chuckled to himself. ÒRide my finger.Ó

I wasnÕt 100% sure what he meant so I just started rolling my hips so I could slide up and down his finger. I wished he had his thumb by my clit, but I wasnÕt going to skip an opportunity to get in his good graces. I switched from having my hands around his chest to putting them around his neck so I could rut myself with more force. I was really getting into it when he told me to stop and pulled his hand back.

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

ÒBut there still is the matter of your orgasming without permission. You need to learn not to do that. Your safe word for today is ÔOrangeÕ. Do you know what a safe word is?Ó

I shook my head no.

ÒIf anything gets too intense, use your safe word and we stop immediately. Understand?Ó

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

ÒOrange!Ó I blurted out reflexively.

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

ÒVery well Brittney. IÕll get your clothes,Ó he said and began moving toward the other desk.

ÒNo,Ó I said. ÒI donÕt want to leave.Ó

ÒBut you used your safe word. Tonight is over.Ó

ÒIÕm sorry. I didnÕt understand. Please,Ó I pleaded.

He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. ÒLast chance little girl.Ó

He then sat down again. This time he didnÕt hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.

I canÕt say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I began to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle finger, slick with my juices against my smiling asshole. Immediately I stopped grinding.

ÒI know you are not a virgin. Have any of your boyfriends taken your ass?Ó

Should I tell the truth and say no or should I lie to sound more experienced. One thing was for sure, I didnÕt want his cock in my ass.

ÒNo, IÕve never had anything up my ass,Ó I responded.

ÒThatÕs a shame,Ó he said. ÒAs much as you like to masturbate, I figured you would have found out how many nerve endings you have back there.

I didnÕt reply. IÕm sure he was right. I knew that from other stories IÕd read online. But that knowledge didnÕt make what he was suggesting any easier. I knew my pussy would be tight enough for him given his girth. Why did he want my ass? His fingertip ran around my most holy of holes. I was ready to say Orange and just give up. Then he stopped and told me to stand up and open the desk drawer. Inside there were three butt plugs of different sizes, a tube of lube and a set of leather cuffs.

ÒIÕll let you start with the small plug,Ó he told me. ÒWeÕll work you up to the bigger ones and eventually youÕll be able to experience the exquisite pleasure of taking me in your ass. Hand me the small plug and the lube.Ó

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

ÒJust relax and let the plug do its job,Ó he said. Yeah, right. ThatÕs easier said than done.

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

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

ÒSo little one,Ó he mused. ÒDo you think asking for the cuffs will get you what you want?Ó

I gave my ass a little wiggle. ÒYes, sir.Ó

Peter leaned over me and reached for the cuffs in the drawer. The warmth from the spanking and the plug had spread over my body and the thought of him cuffing my wrists had my pussy creaming. He quickly buckled the cuffs over my delicate wrists. I tugged them twice confirming what I already knew. I was stuck. I wouldnÕt be able to defend myself against anything he wanted to do. And I loved it.

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

ÒLay still and be quiet,Ó he commanded. ÒThe camera is angled just above your butt. If you donÕt move she will not see you, although the microphone is sensitive so try to be quiet.Ó

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

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

She told him she was following her instructions to call him when she was close to cumming and to wait for permission. I couldnÕt see the video feed from my position, but I was guessing she had her phone camera pointed at her pussy. I could picture her in the driversÕ seat looking around for other people while the vibe buzzed away bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

ÒPlease master,Ó she begged. ÒMay I come?Ó

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

ÒYou finally used the word. You know what that means, donÕt you?Ó

ÒYes master I do,Ó she replied breathlessly. ÒIÕm ready to serve you.Ó

ÒDoes that include what we discussed last night?Ó he asked.

ÒYes,Ó she managed to get out before moaning. ÒLet me prove it to you. I can be there in five minutes.Ó

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

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

Finally Peter told her to turn off the vibrator. She said ÒNo, sir. Please not that. Please let me cum.Ó But then I heard the sound of the vibrator cease.

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

ÒWhy did you invite her here?Ó I asked almost crying.

Peter pushed two fingers into my pussy and starting fucking me. ÒFirst, you never question one of my decisions. Second, from where she is I donÕt think she can get here in 5 minutes. Third, even if she does, so what. Maybe itÕs time she knew what a complete slut for my cock you have become. Stand up.Ó

I was crying at this point. I didnÕt want to share him. IÕd been dreaming of this night for days. He put his arm around me and grabbed my wrists. He then walked me out into the living room and to the large picture window that dominated the space. He pushed me against the glass.

ÒWatch for your momÕs car,Ó he told me. ÒShe now has 3 minutes.Ó

The glass was cool on my skin. Peter continued to play with my pussy and tug on the plug as I was on display to anyone who happened to look in the window. The house was private enough that other than by my mom, there probably wasnÕt much risk of getting seen, but the mere fact that he was displaying me kept my arousal level peaked and my body in growing desperation for release.

ÒOne minute to go. I think youÕll get your wish,Ó he announced. I moaned. ÒPlease sir my I cum.Ó

ÒNot yet pet,Ó he said condescendingly.

My legs began to buckle. Then I saw my momÕs car turn the corner. Shit.

ÒIÕll give her credit,Ó Peter said. ÒShe must have driven like a woman possessed. Maybe next weekend we can play.Ó

I wasnÕt giving up that easily. He liked hearing my mom beg. Was he ready to listen to me do it as well? Apparently I said the right things because instead of taking me back to the den where my clothes were he brought me to the front door and had me stand behind it while he opened it for mom.

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

Although I was sure I was about to be discovered, having my mom and my dream man making out on the other side of the door while I was naked and cuffed was turning me on to no end. If I hadnÕt been cuffed there would have been no way I could have resisted sticking my fingers into my smoldering pussy. From the sounds of it, that was exactly what Peter was doing to my mom. Between her moans she continued to try and convince him she was ÒreadyÓ for whatever they had discussed last night. I knew it was related to her becoming his sex slave, which sounded good to me as well. I didnÕt know the details, but if agreeing to those terms would get his cock in my pussy, I was ready, willing and able to do whatever he wanted. Finally he apparently was convinced my mom was sincere based on his next command for her.

ÒGo out to your car. Remove your clothes. Leave them in the car. Meet me in the bedroom.Ó

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

ÒGive me half an hour with her then IÕll send her home.Ó

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

My mom returned moments later naked as the day she was born. Her smile lit up the room. IÕd never seen her happier. She and Peter didnÕt exchange any words. Apparently last night they had discussed her tasks in details. First her wrists were cuffed just like mine only in front of her body. I was jealous because that meant she could rub her clit. I was surprised when she didnÕt. Had she previously been instructed no to touch herself? Next two cuffs were attached to her ankles. Finally he blindfolded her. I could see her tremble as he touched her.

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

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

It was reminiscent to the position I saw her in last Saturday at our house, but this time she was bound for real and wasnÕt going anywhere until Peter decreed it so. This time when he fucked her I got to watch up close and personal. I saw every thrust, heard every grunt and smelled a very strong scent of arousal fill the room. Just like last week my pussy was spasming in sympathy with his thrusts as he assaulted her pussy.

He didnÕt take her ass that night. Given my plugged state that kind of surprised me as he obviously enjoyed anal play. Maybe that had done that last night and he was allowing her to recover or maybe that was a special plan for me. Whatever the reason, I couldnÕt help myself from squeezing the plug and wondering what the next sized up one would feel like.

There was no chance I was going to orgasm in the closet, but that wasnÕt the case with my mother. He must have given her permission ahead of time because when she came without warning he didnÕt seem upset and he didnÕt miss a beat with his pile driving performance. She came twice more before he pulled out and shot a good load onto her belly. Once again my mom got the cum IÕd been dreaming about. At least now maybe it was my turn.

Mom wasnÕt as worn out as had happened the other two times IÕd witnessed since Peter didnÕt go as long and it was still early evening. I figured that was good since I wanted her to go home instead of going to sleep. Peter removed the cuffs, but left them on the bed, along with the blindfold. Was he trying to send me a message that I was next?

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

ÒWell if you want me smelling like a cheap whore for you,Ó mom countered, Òthe least you can do is take me out to dinner and show me off.Ó

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

ÒLeave your bra a panties off in case I need easy access,Ó he told her. ÒIÕm going to shower and will meet you outside.Ó

Mom had a smirk on her face as she left the bedroom. I think she thought she had somehow won and that she was now in control of him. I laughed silently to myself. I still donÕt think she knew what she had agreed to a little while earlier.

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

ÒThe place IÕm taking her is pretty quick. After weÕre done IÕll send her home. SheÕll beg me to stay but IÕll find some little infraction to complain about and tell her she canÕt spend the night because of it. IÕll send her home to think about her actions. It will drive her crazy. Should I have her play with herself in your bedroom? SheÕll feel naughty masturbating on your bed.Ó

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

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

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

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

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

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

ÒOh my,Ó a sultry deep voice exclaimed. It was definitely not my mom. ÒWhat a nice present Peter has left me.Ó

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

I shivered in expectation.

MomÕs New Boyfriend Chapter 03

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

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

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

ÒUm, Peter,Ó I stammered as a wave of pleasure surged through my body. ÒUm, Peter didnÕt put me here. I did this.Ó

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

ÒVery interesting indeed,Ó she opined. ÒOK with me. LetÕs see what you can do.Ó

I felt her weight leave the bed and with her hands free of my body my erotic fog started to lift. I felt her remove the blindfold. I guess she wanted me to see her.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see why. She was gorgeous. She had long jet-black hair cut to frame her face. She was wearing a three quarter leather coat, strange for this time of year I noted, and had on black stockings. Her shoes were what could only be described as fuck me pumps. I looked her up and down as best I could. She didnÕt seem to mind. In fact I think she welcomed my gaze.

She began to unzip her coat revealing an expansive cleavage. IÕd always been jealous of woman with large breasts due to my small swimmers boobs. And although IÕd only recently started having sexual thoughts about women in the team changing room, this mysterious womanÕs breasts were captivating. I couldnÕt stop looking as she continued to unzip her coat. She was definitely going slow on purpose. She knew from her fingers that I was aroused and now she was practically daring me to watch her with lust in my heart.

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

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

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

Finally her coat reached the small of her back revealing her perfect hourglass figure as her hips flared out just enough. Next I realized she wasnÕt just topless. With the exception of her stockings, a garter belt to hold them and her shoes, she was naked under her coat. I salivated more as her perfect ass came into view. One thing swimmers know is having a tight butt and hers was as perfect as anyoneÕs on my team. I couldnÕt understand how she had been outside wearing just the coat, but as my eyes followed the back of the coat down her amazing legs minor details like why she dressed like that were hardly relevant. Finally she dropped her coat on the floor and turned around.

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

As she moved back to the bed I was focused on her pussy. As she began to crawl onto the bed again I had an up close and personal view as she straddled my body. Her knees were pressing down onto my shoulder blades. I could smell her scent as her pussy moved near my mouth. I was frozen in fear of my first lesbian encounter obviously about to begin. My mind was racing. What was I supposed to do? Well more specifically, how was I supposed to do it? What if I wasnÕt good enough? Wait, what did she mean by Òaudition.Ó But before I could voice an objection or say a word, this goddess settled her pussy right over my mouth.

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

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

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

I expected her to untie me at that point, but instead she walked out of the room into the master bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then heard the shower turn on. My pussy was churning with need with no relief in sight. Again I lamented tying myself up as I was reliant on her to get me off. Her shower was short, maybe five minutes or so in length. She walked back out of the bathroom naked, except for a towel she was using to rub her hair. I strained my neck to look at her, but she ignored me. She walked past the bed to what looked like a walk in closet. I didnÕt get a good view, but when she turned the light on I did notice it looked large and had a mirrored dressing table. She shut the door and I was alone again.

My mind worked through all the permeations I could imagine. Was this PeterÕs wife? If it was she obviously didnÕt care that he and I had a relationship, if that is what you could all what we were doing. She was obviously fucking multiple men based on the amount of cum IÕd sucked out of her pussy. She didnÕt seem to mind that I was tied up on her bed so I assumed she was kinky. I wondered if she knew about my mom. I guessed tonight had been the first time my mom had called Peter Master and been tied to his bed, but maybe this woman had been to my house before or maybe they had fucked at a hotel. Then there was her comment that I was here for an audition. What was that about? These variations and more swirled through my head but did little to cool my arousal. If anything I was getting hornier. Was this woman getting ready for bed? I wasnÕt sure what time it was but it didnÕt seem that late. Was she calling Peter from the closet? If she did, what would he tell her?

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

ÒSo, who the fuck are you,Ó she asked and without waiting for an answer, Òyou donÕt eat pussy like the girls Peter normally brings me.Ó

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

ÒIÕm Brittney,Ó I finally managed to answer. ÒPeter told me to wait for him.Ó

ÒOf course you had to wait,Ó she replied with a confused tone. ÒWhere could you go?Ó

As she said that she started running her fingernail along my overheated flesh. I quivered again and tried to answer, but it was difficult. I didnÕt want to tell her everything. I didnÕt really want to tell her anything except whatever would be necessary to get her to slide that maddening fingernail over my clit. She knew I was being evasive and she also knew she held all the cards to make me talk. With a snicker she stood up and walked over to the dresser.

ÒUsually Peter brings my new toys to the playroom. I donÕt have everything I need to get you to tell me the truth, but not to worry, youÕll talk sooner rather than later.Ó

I watched as she brought a small vibrator over to the bed, turned it on and then placed it on my stomach. ÒDonÕt let that fall,Ó she warned.

She then walked back to the bathroom. I was struggling to remain still while the vibrator buzzed on my tummy. When she returned she had a small jar with her. I couldnÕt tell what it was, but when she reached the end of the bed and gave my plug a little tug I had the feeling it was more lube.

ÒI see youÕre using PeteÕs level two plug. How long have you had that in your beautiful bum?Ó

I confessed that it had only been since he left and that I wasnÕt sure how long ago that happened. Without ceremony she pulled it out. I wished she had given me time to stretch a little more before she popped it out, but when she did I felt empty inside.

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

ÒSo let me get this straight. YouÕre not here for an audition, Peter left you here alone and you tied yourself up. That is your story. Are you sticking to it?Ó

ÒYes. That is what happened. It is the truth,Ó I told her. I could tell she didnÕt believe me.

ÒMaybe you are telling the truth. You donÕt fit PeterÕs typical profile, but I need to be sure. YouÕll tell me the truth soon enough.Ó

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

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

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

ÒAre you ready to talk yet?Ó she questioned.

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

ÒIÕve already told you everything,Ó I replied.

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

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

She then began to seriously tease me. I thought she had teased me before, but now it was really game on. She started by crawling between my legs and licking my pussy. I admit I didnÕt know what I was doing when she sat on my face, but this woman was experienced and had me crawling the walls in moments. Then she stopped. Then she picked up the crop. She was fairly gentle, although at the time I didnÕt think, so as she snapped the leather loop at the end against my thighs, arms, stomach, soles of my feet and finally against my breasts, nipples and pussy. Then she stopped and licked my pussy some more until I was again at the edge of exploding.

This time after she stopped she just let me cool down without touching or cropping me. Then she picked up one of the dildos. It was the smaller of the two she had brought. She didnÕt need to lubricate it. It slid up my pussy easily for the 10 agonizingly slow strokes she gave me and then she pulled it out and had me lick it clean.

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

ÒPeter is fucking my mother,Ó I screamed. She pushed a little bit forward into my cunt. I moaned.

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

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

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

ÒYou have a decision to make,Ó she told me. ÒIf you call Peter Master, you will also be serving me and will call me Mistress.Ó

ÒI accept Mistress,Ó I blurted out.

ÒNo so fast eager little one,Ó she cautioned. ÒIf we accept you as our slave, you will be on call to attend to all our needs.Ó

ÒI understand Mistress,Ó I claimed.

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

ÒYes Mistress,Ó I said more hopefully that this goddess was accepting me.

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

ÒNo Mistress,Ó I said with more than a little bit of noticeable worry in my voice. I didnÕt like the thought of being loaned out like a whore and didnÕt know what kind of business would need me. Then I wondered if my mom was getting the same lecture from Peter as she professed her need to serve him.

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

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

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

That made me feel good. Then I asked how many other slaves they had in their service. She said that was on a need to know basis and that at that moment, the only thing I needed to worry about was pleasing her and pleasing Peter. I didnÕt like that answer, but I didnÕt question it. I asked if she and Peter were married and she confirmed they were. I had one final question and that was what was her name.

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

ÒDo you understand?Ó she asked.

ÒYes,Ó I answered.

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

ÒYes Mistress Dasha,Ó I howled.

ÒGood. I need to make some arrangements so you rest for now. I will be back for you soon.Ó

She turned on the vibe, low setting of course, left it leaning vertically on my pussy and turned to leave the room. I was shocked how fast my life had turned around that IÕd just pledged myself to serve the Goddess Dasha as I watched her walk out, flip the light switch and turn off the light. If I could have moved I would have grabbed the vibe and jammed it into my soaking pussy. But I couldnÕt. I could only lie there and dream about her return as well as the return of my new Master.

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

ÒCome with me,Ó was all she said.

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

ÒWhen you come looking for me, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees.Ó

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

There was nothing to wear as panties or a skirt, but the butt plug kit was back. I looked at the third size trying to decide if I should be daring, but I opted for the middle one that I had already worn once. I didnÕt think I was ready for the big one yet. Finally there was a pair of fuck me pumps, which looked remarkably like the ones my Mistress was wearing when she came home tonight. I wondered if they were the same ones. Sliding them on my feet they were big on me. That would make walking in them even harder, but since I had to crawl to my Mistress, I guess that wouldnÕt be a problem.

On my hands and knees I left the bedroom. I was starting to get an idea about the layout of their house but I didnÕt have a clue where my Mistress had gone so I had to go exploring. It took me a long time but I finally found her in the basement where they had a video projector and wonderful leather theater seats set up. Mistress was sitting in the center seat. Even from behind I could tell she was fingering her pussy as an image of a young girl being fucked hard played on the screen in front of her. I crawled around the chairs expecting her to have me take over, but I was wrong.

ÒOh good, you are here,Ó she said. She stopped masturbating, stood up and snapped her corset crotch back closed. ÒI have a gift for you.Ó

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

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

ÒYes, Mistress,Ó I replied.

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

ÒYes, Mistress,Ó I replied again. My pussy juice was flowing freely just thinking about these first few rules.

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

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

ÒYes, my pet,Ó Mistress Dasha responded. ÒYou may ask questions provided you show deference to my superiority. If it is inappropriate I will tell you.Ó

ÒWhat are limits?Ó I asked.

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

ÒWe believe in safe, sane play. Your actual limits will be discovered as we train you to be the perfect sub slut. I can tell you neither Peter nor I have any interest in scat play, although we both obviously enjoy anal play and occasionally watersports. (I started making a list in my head to research later on the Internet.) We also donÕt do anything with animals or allow anyone under the age of 18 to participate. Everyone must also consent to participate. You will need to provide a video confession that you are here of your own free will, but we will get to that later. Understand?Ó

ÒYes, Mistress. Thank you for explaining that to me.Ó

ÒLetÕs begin your training shall we?Ó she said although I knew it wasnÕt really a question. ÒPeter should be home soon from your momÕs and I want to be sure you are ready. I wouldnÕt want that pretty little ass of your spanked againÉ at least not yet.Ó

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

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

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

ÒYouÕll have to practice that move as usually you will not have as much freedom of movement. But it is a good start and you have earned a reward.Ó

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She also took me into the garage. The concrete floor was cold on my hands and knees. She showed me a bank of lockers. There were four of them. The first one had a piece of masking tape with the name Cathy written on the top. That must have been my momÕs locker. It had an unlocked padlock on it and was empty. The second locker was locked and had my clothes in it. Mistress must have transferred them from PeterÕs desk. The third locker had a nametag that read ÒSusan.Ó It also had some kind of bodysuit in it. I couldnÕt get a good look but it appeared to be made of latex possibly. I wondered if I would be getting such an outfit. The fourth was empty with no nametag. I guessed there were three of us in service at this time. Mistress picked up the roll of tape and a black Sharpie from a nearby shelf.

ÒAm I right in thinking your mom doesnÕt know that Peter brought you here?Ó

ÒYes, Mistress,Ó I replied. ÒAt least I donÕt think so.Ó

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

ÒThank you mistress,Ó I said. ÒMy middle name is Ann.Ó

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

ÒYes, Mistress. I understand. But please let us not rush when that may happen.Ó

She must have agreed because she stuck the tape on the locker and wrote Ann on it. Then she appeared to think for a moment and pulled the tape off. I was worried that she decided that hiding from my mom wasnÕt a good idea. Instead she put it on the fourth locker.

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

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

ÒDoes my pet need to go to the bathroom?Ó Mistress Dasha cooed in a condescending voice. ÒJust kidding,Ó she added after a long pregnant pause. ÒIÕll humiliate you for fun, but making you piss outside isnÕt my thing. I canÕt say the same for my guests though, especially if we are having a party. Things can get a little wild.Ó

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

Mistress then had me stand. ÒLetÕs see how well you walk behind me.Ó

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

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

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

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

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

ÒAnd how about properly servicing your MistressÕ pussy. Would you do that right here as well?Ó

I thought about that for a moment. I wasnÕt questioning where I would do it. That was a given. But I wanted to give him a more truthful and thoughtful answer.

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

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

ÒNot to worry, pet, you will receive all the training and practice you need to become an excellent cunnophile. I have few complaints about your skills as a filatrix as well. How about fucking me right here, right now while you simultaneously eat your MistressÕ pussy.Ó

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

Master Peter commented that his wife had brought me along very quickly. ÒYouÕll have to give me a recap of your evening later,Ó he said. ÒHer momÕs on board but she isnÕt nearly so agreeable just yet. Maybe IÕll turn you loose on her tomorrow afternoon to get her up to speed.Ó

ÒDid you screw Thomas tonight like you planned?Ó Peter said addressing his wife. ÒI bet heÕs watch us right now.Ó

ÒNo doubt he is and yes I did,Ó Dasha replied. ÒI told him you were leaving me a new pet. He wants to come over for breakfast, damn horned dog. I did his dad too. Brittney was nice enough to clean their cum out of me when I came home.Ó

ÒOh she did, did she?Ó he said with a disbelief in his voice. ÒShe just met you.Ó

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

ÒI knew she was a natural sub the first time she sucked my cock,Ó he said proudly. ÒWeÕll if Richard is watching, letÕs give him a little show before we take her in to play.Ó

I certainly didnÕt like the sound of that. I was even more shocked when their idea for a little show was for me to turn and face their neighborÕs house, sit down on my ass, spread my legs and play with myself.

ÒThis may be your last chance to cum tonight, slut, so you had better enjoy yourself. WeÕll be back in a little while,Ó my new Master told me.

With that they walked back into the house, shut the garage and left me alone naked on the driveway. I didnÕt know who this Richard was whom they spoke of and maybe it was all a ruse to test me. But given the opportunity to cum I wasnÕt about to waste it on technicalities like sitting in the driveway or having some horn dog watch me. If fact, I channeled both thoughts and began to rub my swollen pussy. It had been craving action for hours now and I knew I would cum quickly if they allowed it and didnÕt return too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ÒNo Mistress, I am not,Ó I replied.

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

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

ÒI didnÕt tell you, but I produce adult videos for a living,Ó my Master confessed. ÒWe do a wide variety of styles under many company names, but if you want to work for us, you have probably been in this room.Ó

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

ÒI know you are desperate to get his cock into that tight pussy of yours my pet,Ó she began. ÒBut IÕm not sure IÕm ready to share with you just yet. IÕm more concerned with you learning to control your orgasms. So hereÕs the deal. You are going to hop onto that Sybian like a good little slut. IÕll keep it on low while you get adjusted to it and while you lick my pussy and suck his cock so weÕre ready to fuck again.Ó

I didnÕt like the sound of this game so far, but I do remember thinking how nice it was that a 40 something couple still had the hots for each other enough to fuck again just 20 minutes after already doing it.

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

ÒIÕd rather you just let him fuck me, Mistress. IÕll be happy to eat your pussy while he does. IÕll do it real good,Ó I promised.

ÒThis will be more fun,Ó she said. ÒAnd a sub never gets cock until her Mistress is satisfied,Ó and that was the end of that discussion.

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

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

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

ÒYour turn,Ó she said to Master Peter.

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

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

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

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

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

She had him lay down on the floor in front of the Sybian. Then climbed over him in a reverse cowgirl so I could watch as she slid down onto his pole. She had no trouble taking his full length into her. As I continued to stew on the Sybian, she began to buck and grind like a pro. I couldnÕt take my eyes off her. His balls looked tight as she bounced up and down on his cock. I wasnÕt sure if I should watch his penetration or the swell of her breasts fighting to burst free of the corset or if I should look her deep into her eyes as the look of lust expressed itself on her model perfect face. In the end I decided on looking at all three as the sound of her passion rang in my ears. My own arousal was starting to peak again despite the low setting. I was dangerously close to losing for a second time when, with a howl, she came forcefully. This triggered Peter who finally grunted. I watch him thrust his hips upward after having laid remarkably still during her assault on his cock. I watch a post orgasmic glow spread across her face and chest. I was so jealous even though I had cum just minutes before. When she dismounted I saw his cock deflating but it was coated in a sloppy mess with a mixture of her fluids and his cum.

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

And so I found myself crawling behind her with Master Peter behind me swatting my ass every so often up to my guest bedroom. She let me go to the bathroom again, although she also stood in front of me and watched so I wouldnÕt masturbate. It was humiliating to say the least, but I didnÕt really care. Then it was onto the bed where they both efficiently tied me spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. Mistress Dasha then walked out of the room and Master Peter straddled my chest to feed me his deflated cock once again. I wasnÕt about to object as I tried to suck it back to hardness. Maybe he was going to fuck me after all.

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

Master PeterÕs cock was growing stronger by the moment. It was quite amazing for a man his age. As he became fully erect he leaned forward and began pushing his cock into my throat like he had done at my momÕs house. Of course I was extremely relaxed by then so I had no trouble taking him. Then the butterfly buzzed again. I was in heaven. This continued for a few minutes. I was praying he would shoot directly in my mouth instead of having to savor his cum from his wifeÕs pussy. But IÕm sure you realize that wasnÕt part of their plan. They enjoyed teasing me far too much. Or maybe they were training me. I donÕt know but I was already going crazy with lust again.

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

Master Peter has slid out of me and was rubbing his cock up and down my dripping pussy. Since the butterfly covered the top of my slit I hoped he wouldnÕt scrap his awe-inspiring cock. I suppose the vibrations I felt were good for him too. His face was contorted and I thought he was going to cum again. Before he did that he slid forward once again this time straddling my waist. Mistress Dasha continued to stroke my head and said she was proud of me as he pushed my boobs together, as best he could because of their size, spit down between them and then slid his cock into my makeshift cleavage. IÕd never been titty-fucked before. My boyfriend probably never thought of doing it.

Mistress Dasha now leaned over and kissed me deeply. IÕm sure that was for Master PeterÕs benefit as well because he began pumping is cock harder. Seconds later I heard him say Ònow.Ó Mistress Dasha quickly pulled back and he stood up. Towering over me he grabbed his cock and pumped. It wasnÕt a big load that dripped out of him, but it was enough to get some on my chest and face as well as make the room smell of sex. Well some of that was from me and some was from Mistress Dasha, but you get the idea.

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

MomÕs New Boyfriend Ð Chapter 4

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

Fortunately Mistress Dasha walked into my room shortly after I woke up. She unhooked the cuffs and took off the maddening butterfly. She also rubbed my slit to confirm what she undoubtedly expected. Next was the bathroom. I really had to pee as I was accustomed to getting up much earlier. My Mistress couldnÕt help but use my stop in the bathroom to further torment and train me. I sat on the toilet, naked, while she stood in the doorway and stared at me. Her instructions made it clear I was to hold my pee until she gave me permission to use the toilet. She told me to squeeze my Kegel muscles to hold back my urine. She said she would give me exercises to do during the week to strengthen them and that even though my pussy was tight, she would teach me how to use my muscles to milk a cock and make any man shoot. Yeah, any man but Master Peter I thought.

Satisfied that I had held it long enough or that I had been suitably humiliated having her watch me, Mistress gave me permission to satisfy my bodily functions. I really wanted to satisfy a different function but she didnÕt have to tell me that was off limits. I already knew that rule. She then told me to shower, Òbecause I smelled like a whorehouse at low tide,Ó and that she would set out my clothes. I was to meet them in the kitchen when I was done. I had 15 minutes. Fortunately she didnÕt stay to watch and I was able to give my clit a few quick rubs in the shower and use the shower head for some pleasurable high pressure spray, but I didnÕt dare cum and I didnÕt dare waste too much time.

Emerging from the shower and walking back into the bedroom I realized it wouldnÕt take long to get ÒdressedÓ if that is what you could call it. Of course I expected to be naked while I served them breakfast and in truth I basically would be. Gone was the chainmail halter-top. In its place was a leather dog collar with a nametag that said Òprincess,Ó leather wrist and ankle cuffs (no surprise) a thin leather dog leash instead of the metal one from last night and of course a butt plug. This wasnÕt like yesterdayÕs plugs, however. This one had a tail. Flowing from the back of the plug were long strands of real hair. They looked like horsehair to me. I knew Mistress wanted me to be her pet and both of them had treated me like you would treat a dog. I guess now they wanted me to look like one as well.

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

There were two cups on a tray and a full pot of coffee on the countertop. They didnÕt specify whether they used sugar so I quickly searched the cabinets for a pair of small dispensers and filled one with sugar and then poured some milk in the other. I didnÕt find cream in the refrigerator so I figured I was good to go. I poured the coffee and then carried the tray out to the patio.

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

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

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

ÒThank you pet,Ó my Master greeted me. I was glad he seemed pleased with my efforts.

ÒYes, thank you, pet,Ó my Mistress added. ÒBefore you eat however, I need an orgasm and you need your pussy eating practice.Ó

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

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

ÒCrawl over here,Ó she said, Òand get your breakfast.Ó

I crawled around the table. Apparently when she went back into the house she retrieved a dog dish because I know it wasnÕt on the table when I first brought the food out. But it was there now and my breakfast, it looked like Special K, was in it. Mistress poured the milk into the bowl, put it on the patio and left me to stick my head down while on my hands and knees and eat.

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

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

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

With a wave of her hand she dismissed me. Master Peter, apart from cumming in my mouth, was still reading the paper and didnÕt seem interested in what his wife was doing. I truly had become a toy to be used for their kinky pleasure and I loved it. I wondered what I would be doing for their friends and what new accessories Mistress had put out for me.

I hurried into the house and back to my bedroom. I saw an outfit on the bed, but I didnÕt take time to stop and admire it, yet. I quickly washed up in the bathroom. I was about to walk back to the bed to grab the outfit when I caught myself and dropped to my knees. Nobody was watching (I think) but I wanted to crawl anyway. When I reached the bed I stood back up and picked up an unusual outfit. Then I recognized it. It looked like the suit IÕd seen in the locker downstairs. It was made of a shimmering white material.

ÒItÕs latex,Ó I heard my Mistress call out from the bedroom door.

I looked up to see her standing in the door. She had lost her robe between the pool and my door. I practically started drooling as I drank in her beauty. I examined the suit. IÕd see catsuits before and had even worn one for working out. In a way, other than the material, it wasnÕt that different from the tech suit I wore for swim meets. But this one was different. (duh) Along the head were fake ears and by the hands and feet were fury paws. The back also had white fur. When I picked it up I also noticed the knees had a built in gel pad. I looked back at my Mistress.

ÒYou didnÕt think IÕd just give you a tail plug and that would be the end, did you?Ó she asked. ÒI know you saw SusanÕs suit in her locker. It is similar to yours, but it is a cat. You two are my pets.Ó

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

ÒIÕll help you this time to get dressed,Ó she said. ÒIt can be tricky if you have never worn latex.Ó

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ÒI need to go get your balls. This will keep you occupied for a few minutes.Ó

She put the butterfly on my clit, ran the control wire to the top of the opening, shut the suit and had me lay down on the bed. She must have reprogrammed the control box from sleep mode to tease mode. With me laying on the bed, the butterfly kept turning on and off in a pulse mode. On for 5 seconds, off for 5 second, over and over again. The latex kept the butterfly pressed hard against my clit. Much harder in fact than its straps had done last night. With this setting I felt like I could cum, but Mistress was far to skilled in teasing and controlling a submissive to allow that to happen. Still I could dream for a few seconds before she returned holding my devil balls. The butterfly control was switched off and I whimpered in disappointment. But I knew better than to complain. It wouldnÕt get me any nearer the orgasm I was craving.

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

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

ÒWhereÕs her tail?Ó he asked my Mistress.

ÒOops, I forgot,Ó she told him.

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

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

ÒDo you know why I treat you this way?Ó she asked in a simple and direct way. I wasnÕt sure what kind of answer she was expecting so I just turned my head and looked at her inquisitively.

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

ÒYes Mistress,Ó I said. I had to agree with her. I knew she was right.

ÒPeter,Ó she continued. ÒGrab the lube and letÕs get our whoreÕs tail back in her before our guests arrive.Ó

I held my head down in shame as I remembered they had mentioned having guests this morning. My slutty ways were going to be seen by others. My humiliation would increase tenfold. But my stupid pussy didnÕt think that was a problem somehow. It was churning with need and I knew my juices were leaking out into the suit, a fact that would soon be discovered to my horror.

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

ÒWeÕve got a live of here, Peter,Ó she said proudly. ÒYou did good bringing her to me instead of trying to keep her for yourself. This slut would do anything right now if I promised her an orgasm or a big dick. IsnÕt that right puppy?Ó

I didnÕt like being called puppy, but I had to admit my Mistress was 100% correct.

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

ÒYes Mistress,Ó I replied.

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

ÒPlease open the door slave,Ó Mistress Dasha commanded. ÒAfter our guests enter I want you to be sure to greet them like a doggie would do.Ó

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

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

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

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

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

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

ÒNo no no, you dumb bitch,Ó she exclaimed. ÒThomas, drop your pants.Ó

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

ÒReally get in there slut. Stick out your tongue. Rim his hole.Ó

I stuck out my tongue immediately, but I wasnÕt digging what she was doing. Mistress Dasha laughed and asked Thomas if he had to fart. At least I didnÕt have to endure that as he said no. ThomasÕ mom and dad were laughing at our joint discomfort. When Mistress pulled me back and told Thomas to pull up his pants I noticed that he had started to get a hard on. He had a nice looking cock. I hoped I would get better acquainted to it soon.

Master Peter asked if our guests were hungry. They said they had been running late for church that morning so they skipped breakfast. He then ordered me to cook another breakfast for them. I crawled into the kitchen. I could feel all of their eyes on me. Throughout the trip I was clenching my pussy trying to keep the balls from falling out. As wet as I was it wasnÕt easy. I was relieved when I made it to the kitchen because I could stand for a few minutes. I set about making more eggs, bacon and toast. As I was working, Master Peter came into the kitchen.

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

I looked at the clock to see what time it was. It was already 11:15 and I had already decided that Master Peter was serious about cutting me off at noon. It was just like him for me to pleasure his friend right up until the time I was told our encounter would be over leaving me high and dry. Although he didnÕt say it, I knew I had to make his friends cum first if I wanted any pleasure for myself. Even if there was time he would probably say I had to do him and my Mistress again before IÕd be allowed any pleasure.  Such is the life of a sex slave I mused.

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

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

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

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

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

Like his wife he turned out to be a quick shooter. He also didnÕt have a very big load. I guess having filled my mistress the night before left him in a slightly empty state. Either way I had two down and one to go. But before I could take care of Thomas, Mistress told me to come out from under the table. She pointed to the clock on the wall. It was five minutes to noon. She instructed me to go back to my room and remove the plug. She also had me turn around and unzipped the cat suit. She told me to strip down and return to us naked.

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

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

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

I didnÕt have to think to answer that question. ÒI would like my reward Master,Ó I replied.

ÒThen let us all head out to the patio,Ó Master Peter exclaimed while clapping his hands once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert announced that since he and Thomas had fucked my Mistress last night it was only right that Carol get to sample PeterÕs special talents. Thus it came to pass that I had to watch my Master fuck another woman, this time with my ass crammed full of cock. Everyone knew I wanted to fuck Master Peter most of all. Instead I got my nipples squeezed and had a front row seat to watch another woman rut on the patio in front of me as his massive dick penetrated her over and over again. Looking down on her as she lay on the ground I was struck by the expression of pure bliss on her face. Master Peter was taking things slow allowing her to acclimate to his girth. Mistress Dasha was talking to her like this was the most normal thing that could happen. She also fished RichardÕs cock out of his pants and started stroking it. It didnÕt take him long to get hard. Soon after Mistress Dasha announced ÒIt was time.Ó

I didnÕt know time for what, but Carol obviously knew the plan and looked excited. Master Peter pulled out of her with a plopping sound, his cock sparkling with her juice. Carol got up on her hands and knees and looking directly at my own sopping pussy told me she ÒLoves to eat young pussy.Ó

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

ÒScooch her forward Thomas,Ó she told her son who gave me an oh so pleasurable thrust as he tried to move me closer to his mom. Of course naughty girl that I am I resisted the movement so he had to thrust three more times, but finally my legs were off the arms of the chair and my pussy was thrust forward where she could just reach it if she stretched. Thomas could have gone further forward, but either he didnÕt want to or he had been instructed to make her work for her titillating treat. Carol began lapping at my juices and humping Master Peter at the same time. With both my holes now getting attention I was as happy as she was until I saw Mistress Dasha grab the lube off the table.  When her husband knelt down behind her I decided she would be the one having more fun.

The three of them struggled to get a rhythm. And by struggled I mean Master Peter and Richard did just fine fucking the shit of out Carol but she had a hard time keeping her tongue in my pussy or lips on my clit. What she didnÕt have a hard time doing is orgasming. She first climaxed within a couple of strokes of her husband penetrating her ass and came at least twice more before Richard pulled out saying he was too close to cumming to continue. I was still milking ThomasÕ cock trying to get him to squirt and of course Master Peter showed no signs of losing control. When Richard stood up I expected him to spray his cum on me (or maybe on his wife) but instead he half staggered back to the chair and sat down. Carol then dismounted Master Peter. She preferred to just roll onto the patio, her body still twitching as her post multi-orgasm glow kept her happy.

Master Peter stood up and then told Thomas to do the same. He didnÕt say for me to dismount him, which meant I had to stand as well. Master Peter then pointed toward a different chair while Mistress Dasha tossed a large pillow on the ground. I assumed IÕd be kneeling on the pillow. No doubt IÕd have to make all five of them cum before I would get the privilege. But my Master and Mistress had other plans. It was time for my Ògift.Ó

After enjoying watching Thomas and I struggle to move to the chair while we were joined at my ass, Mistress Dasha had him pull out. I felt so empty when his cock departed, although I was pretty sure the feeling wouldnÕt last as Richard was leering at me. I was sure he knew what was going to happen and I was pretty sure he would follow his sonÕs penetration with one of his own. Hopefully this time, however, they would actually be allowed to thrust.

Mistress Dasha surprised me when she had me roll onto the pillow with my head tucked under and my shoulder blades supporting my weight so I was inverted. My legs were bent at my waist so my knees were on either side of my head and my feet almost touched the ground. Now it was time for Thomas to fuck me like he had been wanted to do for 20 minutes sitting in the chair. With a little fresh lube on his cock and both my holes available, although awkwardly positioned, Thomas straddled my body and pushed back into my ass. He had to bounce up and down to fuck me, but he didnÕt seem to mind. I could see his face as he towered above me. I could tell he didnÕt care about my needs and was just taking care of his own, but by that point I didnÕt mind just being used. It felt great to have him in my ass again. I wasnÕt getting my clitoral stimulation, but that was OK too. Just being the center of attention was a turn on.

Thomas didnÕt last too much longer. I am sure my squeeze job had inflamed his passions and the brief, hard fuck he gave me was too much for his balls. He stuck his cock as deeply as he could into my rectum and let go a massive load of cum. He growled as he came and our audience applauded. When he pulled out a big drop of cum was stuck on the tip of his cock and it flung off into the air. I watched in slow motion as it seemed to hang in the air above my head and then gracefully drop onto my forehead. I started to roll over but a quick correction from Mistress Dasha put an end to that. Richard then lubed up again and replaced his son straddling me.

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

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

As soon as he was done Mistress Dasha snapped her fingers and Carol appeared holding a pre-greased plug, which Mistress pushed home into my ass. As soon as I felt myself snap around the bulbous head I knew what they had done. The cum from all three men was now trapped in my ass. This must have been the gift my owners planned to send with me back to the dorm. Mistress Dasha then commanded me to stay in that position. I wondered if she was finally going to have me eat her. Or maybe it was CarolÕs turn for oral pleasure. Instead Mistress walked back to the house but returned with a Hitachi Wand, which was plugged in to an extension cord so it would reach my upside down body. Looking up I could see the wand had a curved cylindrical attachment about three inches long on it. I wasnÕt sure what that was for but Mistress explained as she handed me the toy.

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

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

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

ÒOh Mistress, may I please cum!Ó I shouted.

ÒNot just yet, baby,Ó she replied. ÒRide it a little longer. Find that spot and angle the wand down on it hard.Ó

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

ÒMistress, I canÕt take it any longÉ please,Ó I moaned. She remained silent. Looking up at her I noticed she was holding a small camera. I pushed the nub harder onto my g-spot forcing the head harder against my clit.

ÒI canÕt hold back,Ó I screamed. Still no response.

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

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

ÒI want you to go back to the dorm, but donÕt shower or change your clothes for at least 5 hours. I want you to remember whom you belong to now and what you have agreed to do. YouÕre our slut slave now and we will use you as we please.Ó

I started doing the math in my head. About 6pm give or take. I only hoped my roommate wasnÕt going to be home.

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

ÒYes Mistress, I do,Ó I replied. And then after a brief pause I added, Òand thank you Mistress.Ó

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

I walked out of the garage in a daze. My life had changed completely. My ass was full of cum, including loads from two strangers and I now had a Mistress who had the sweetest pussy I could ever imagine tasting. When I reached the driveway I realized Peter had picked me up last night and I didnÕt have my car. I also realized I wasnÕt quite sure where their house was located. I wondered if I should go back inside and ask to be dropped off when they went to my momÕs house. But just then Carol, Richard and Thomas walked out of the front door. They seemed to know I needed a ride. I guessed Master Peter had told them. Carol was the one to bring it up.

ÒNeed a lift back to school, Brittney?Ó

ÒYes, actually,Ó I responded. ÒI do.Ó

ÒNo problem. Thomas can run you back. But you have to do something for us first,Ó she said with a wink.

As they lead me toward their house I knew that todayÕs games had just begun.

MomÕs New Boyfriend Ð Chapter 5

By Tappy McWidestance

I wondered what Carol, Richard and Thomas had in mind as they led me to their house next door to my Master and Mistress. I didnÕt have explicit permission to go with them, but had been told to take care of them so it seemed reasonable that I should follow them. Once inside their home Thomas disappeared to take a shower. I sort of expected Carol and Richard to rip my clothes off and ravage me. OK, I wanted them to rip my clothes off and ravage me. But instead they started talking to me like they were concerned parents looking out for their son. It was a unique family dynamic that was for sure.

Richard and Carol seemed like your typical suburban family. Their house was neat and organized and I saw no hint of their kinky activities or any other suggestion that they were the wild and crazy couple I experienced next door. I asked them how I could be of help.

They explained that while they donÕt partake in Master and MistressÕ bondage and submissive lifestyle on a regular basis, they do swing on occasion. Master Peter had seduced Carol (I was hardly shocked to hear that) and Mistress Dasha had seduced Thomas (Again no surprise) so they got together as a group on occasion. Their problem was Thomas. While he wasnÕt my MistressÕ sub, they explained, he also wasnÕt as aggressive as they felt he should be when he was with the seemingly never-ending parade of young women that came to the house for auditions. They explained that Peter and Dasha frequently used Thomas to try out the girls. They saw how Peter treated the girls and figured it would be good for Thomas to learn how to be a dominant.

ÒIÕm not sure that can be learned,Ó I opined.

ÒOh, heÕs got the right genes for it,Ó Carol replied. ÒIn sports and with his guy friends he is plenty aggressive. He just lacks confidence with women. HeÕs got a great cock as you found out. There is no reason he shouldnÕt have women crawling all over him and begging to be with him.Ó

I found it very strange that ThomasÕ mom was describing how great his cock was and I wondered if she had sampled it herself. She was right. He had felt great inside of me and I hoped I would get to fuck him properly soon. But can you learn to be a Dom or do you have to be born that way?

ÒWhat do you want me to do?Ó I asked.

Carol walked up to me and unsnapped my pants. She then let them fall to my ankles. Then she slid her fingers under my panties and pushed two fingers inside of me. My hips began to shake and I couldnÕt help but to begin to fuck myself on her invading digits.

ÒYouÕre a born slut. You proved that next door. If I told you to go fuck Thomas in the shower or to pleasure my husband or me you would do it without question. But Thomas knows you are doing it to please your Master and Mistress. I need to find him his own sub. But for now, I want to tie you to his bed and let him feel what is like to be alone with someone completely under his control.Ó

ÒSo you will not be there to supervise?Ó I questioned.

ÒNo, this is for him alone.Ó

I wasnÕt crazy about being alone with him. I trusted Master Peter implicitly which is why I wasnÕt scared of being tied in his house. Carol and Richard seemed sane, although weird in a kinky way, but I wasnÕt sure about Thomas. But CarolÕs moving fingers and her promise to make me orgasm if Thomas did not was all the incentive I needed to agree to their plan.

Carol escorted me up to ThomasÕ room. As we passed the hallway bathroom I could hear the shower still running. Once in his room she had me strip. As I was neatly folding and placing my clothes on his desk I noticed several pictures, obviously taken by a cell phone, of a young woman I recognized. The pictures were not composed well as if he had snapped them in a hurry or was trying to be discrete and not let her know she was being photographed. I was surprised because the woman was my math teacher from last year. She was a few years out of college and very cute. Rumors had spread throughout the school that on weekends she had a wild streak. I heard she had been fired from my former high school but I never gave it much thought. Back then I had never thought of another woman in sexual terms. Looking at her picture now I could see myself between her legs if her rumors of a crazy side were true. Carol noticed me looking at the picture at little too intently.

ÒThatÕs ThomasÕ new math teacher. She just started at his school. He has a crush on her. Actually itÕs kind of creepy as I think he is stalking her. IÕve talked to him about stopping that, but he keeps taking pictures of her.Ó

ÒSheÕs adorable,Ó I offered. ÒMaybe she should be his first sub,Ó I said jokingly, although inside I wasnÕt really kidding.

ÒI doubt that would happen,Ó Carol responded. ÒSheÕs too prim and proper. He needs someone like you.Ó

ÒIÕm taken,Ó I reminded her.

ÒI know,Ó she replied as if it was stupid for me to mention. ÒWhatÕs your roommate like?Ó she said almost sounding hopefull.

ÒNo chance there,Ó I told her. ÒSheÕs way to uptight.Ó

ÒPity. Oh well, up on the bed please.Ó

I jumped up on the bed and she quickly tied my arms above me to the headboard and tied my legs spread to the corners to the footboard. She then left the room. I wasnÕt sure if she was going to warn Thomas or if he already knew what his motherÕs plan entailed, but all I could do was wait. The plug in my ass holding back the torrent of cum was starting to get irritating. I wondered if he might remove it and make another deposit. My pussy on the other hand was lubricating quite nicely at the thought of being used again by this young stud. I tested my bonds. My arms and legs had very little movement. Carol had done a fine job. I wondered how many other girls she had tied up.

The look on ThomasÕ face was priceless when he found me bound to his bed. He was still glistening with drops of water from the shower and had a towel wrapped around his mid section. I started to explain what his mother had told me but he just held up his hand.

ÒDo you think I donÕt know how to take care of a slut like you?Ó he asked clearly rhetorically. ÒMomÕs convinced I lack confidence, but only because I am playing that role so I can fuck Dasha three or four times per week. She wouldnÕt want me if I stood up to her.Ò

He dropped his towel. He cock was already starting to stir. I licked my lips. Thomas moved over to the bed and straddled my body so he could feed me his cock. Freshly washed, I was happy to take him into my mouth. He wasnÕt aggressive forcing himself into me. He just let me leisurely suck him back to full hardness. He reached back to check my pussy for wetness. IÕm sure he knew IÕd be ready for him, but it was thoughtful of him to check before he popped himself out of my mouth and slid down my body to mount me.

Without having Mistress Dasha to guide him, he was much more assertive with me. Maybe this was really his nature or maybe having just cum in me half an hour earlier he wasnÕt worried about cumming too quickly, but after sinking is cock deep inside me with a single thrust he began to really pound me.

With the stamina and enthusiasm of youth he began to really let me have it. I wished my legs were free so I could have wrapped them around his back to give him better leverage. His public bone was hitting my clit just right with every thrust. I was definitely caught up in the moment and not thinking about my instructions to only cum when given permission and to call or Skype my mistress before I orgasmed. Thomas was just too good. IÕd been craving a good hard fuck ever since Mistress had pulled her strap-on out of me. Even ThomasÕ taking of my ass earlier in the afternoon had only inflamed my pussyÕs need to be mastered by a powerful cock. But now I was getting that.

I no longer worried about ThomasÕ ability to control a woman. Even though his mom had tied me to his bed, I had no doubt I would willingly do anything he asked, providing my Master and Mistress approved. As he ground his pelvis against me I even thought for a moment that maybe he should be my master as we were only a year apart in age. Then I came. I came hard and I came loudly.

But that didnÕt slow down Thomas. He continued to pummel my pussy right through my orgasm. I became hypersensitive and he was really starting to hurt me now, but I didnÕt care. Fireworks continued to explode in my mind. Over and over he thrust, each time seemingly harder than the last, until he finally buried himself deep inside of me and shot another gooey load. I should have been worried that he just blasted his semen deep inside of me, but at the moment all I felt was warmth spreading through my body. He lowered his body out of the pushup position he had been holding himself in and I felt his sweat mixing with mine as we both enjoyed the afterglow and intimate contact. His cock stayed hard for longer than I expected but he didnÕt move until he started to deflate. He just held me. I longed to be able to return his embrace, but my bonds prevented that. Finally he pulled out and got back onto his knees.

ÒLet me clean you,Ó I whispered hoarsely. I was so blown away I couldnÕt speak any louder.

I was licking his cock clean when his mother entered the room. He was deferential to her much like he was to my Mistress. I wondered if it was an age thing with him. I was older than him but not by much. He had probably been raised to respect his mother and had obviously transferred some of that feeling to Dasha. He didnÕt seem embarrassed that his cock was in my mouth once again and his mother was looking. He let me finish cleaning our shared fluids from him and then got off the bed. He wrapped the discarded towel around his body again and left the room. Carol was just looking at my bound and well-fucked form when I heard the shower again. Then she removed her skirt.

ÒDasha told me you were good at cleaning up my husbandÕs cum. LetÕs find out for ourselves,Ó she announced before climbing over me and straddling my head. I was happy to eat her again and I willingly dove into my task as she rubbed her dripping snatch over my mouth. There wasnÕt much evidence that Richard had given her a cream pie. After the large load he deposited in my ass that didnÕt surprise me. IÕm sure her real reason for sitting on my face was for her pleasure not just her cleanliness. So I did my best to get her off. I think I was getting better at eating pussy as her moans began sooner than my MistressÕ had and she came quicker too. Then she really surprised me and gave me my gift. She dismounted from my face and got between my legs.

I rarely had any boyfriend who wanted to go down on me. (Bastards just want their cocks sucked without reciprocation.) Those who did go down on me were not very skilled in making me feel good. Carol was neither of these things. She genuinely seemed happy to bury her mouth on my pussy and eagerly lapped up her sonÕs cum as it leaking out of my sloppy hole. Beyond her incestuous thrill she also went to work on my clit. Although I was still sensitive from ThomasÕ fuck, I found CarolÕs tongue thrilling. She was obviously experienced pleasuring a woman and I began taking mental notes on how she skillfully brought my arousal back to another peak. I was definitely worn out from cumming so hard three times in a row. After I finally calmed down she untied me and told me to get dressed. Carol drove me back to campus. The entire time she held her hand between my legs. She didnÕt move her hand or become more intimate than that, but the mere fact that it was there and my knowledge of how skilled she was at bringing me off kept me wet and ready the entire half hour drive. When we reached the dorm she gave me a passionate kiss and told me it had been nice to meet me. I told her I thought I could help with ThomasÕ issue, as long as my Master and Mistress approved. She told me she would talk to them about it. I walked back to my room happy but still horny. Looking at my watch I still had 3.5 hours to go before I could remove the plug. I hoped my roommate wasnÕt around because there was no way I was going to keep my hands outside my pants.

When I got back to my dorm room I was relieved that my roommate wasnÕt there. I sent her a text to tell her I had returned. Really I was trying to gauge when she would be back. She said she was out with her boyfriend (she had met him at a party last week and they had been going hot and heavy ever since) which pleased me because she would be back late. I lay back on my bed and unbuttoned my pants.

I must say it was difficult not to bring myself off right then and there. My ass was sore and a constant reminder of what happened a few hours ago. My pussy has a good memory and was thinking about how Thomas had fucked me and how his mom had licked me. As I rubbed my tender clit I started thinking about what Master and Mistress had done to me earlier. My mind kept coming back to crawling like a dog and eating out of the dog dish. My pussy was dripping at the memory of that humiliation.  Why did that turn me on so much?

I was desperately close to cumming just minutes after I put my hand in my pants. This was not good. I had to find something else to take my mind off sex. I pulled my hand away from my pussy. Is it worth the punishment if I just cum now? How will they know? I thought to myself that I could just lie and say I was a good girl, but I knew that wouldnÕt work. Carol undoubtedly will tell them I came with her and Thomas so IÕd already been bad. IÕm sure they would ask if IÕd cum since she dropped me off and I knew IÕd admit that I had. I suppose I probably wasnÕt in too much trouble for having served the neighbors again since they had told me to do so earlier. But if I just did it on my own that probably would warrant a major penalty. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.

I knew the plug would not allow my mind to escape thoughts of sex completely, but at least if I was out in public it would be easier to resist playing with myself. Or so I thought. I wandered off campus. I didnÕt want to run into anybody I knew given my wound up state. I was walking around aimlessly. I still wanted to masturbate. The feeling was exquisite. I was so horny I even thought about hiding behind some bushes or behind a garbage dumpster in an alley and getting myself off.  Finally I couldnÕt take it any more and called my Mistress.

She seemed amused by my state, but she wasnÕt in a generous mood or ready to let me cum. I pleaded with her, but she was resolute.

ÒMaybe if you had not cum when Thomas fucked you I would be more agreeable,Ó she told me. Then she had me give her the address where I was. I heard her typing on the keyboard.

ÒThere is an adult bookstore about 7 blocks west of you. I want you to walk there. IÕll send you a text with the items you are to purchase. Send me a picture of the sign when you get there and IÕll send you the list.Ó

She then hung up the phone.

I really didnÕt want to go to an adult bookstore. But I also didnÕt want to piss off my Mistress. I was sure she had some humiliating task in mind for me, but in my aroused state all I could think about was orgasming (and quickly) so I set off for the store. Hopefully it would not be crowded on a Sunday afternoon. When I got there I was surprised to find the building looked very upscale. I was expected a dingy brick building. This one had mannequins in the windows displaying sexy clothes and didnÕt have the vibe of a place dirty old men would hang out. I quickly took a picture with my cell phone hoping nobody would notice and think IÕm weird.

Then I waited. And then I waited some more. The anticipation was killing me. My ass was squeezing the plug and my pussy was juicy. I had to get some relief soon. Finally I got a series of texts from my mistress. She said she had talked to a nice sounding man named Jake who worked at the store. I was to ask for him and he would help me locate the following items. I texted back a protest that I couldnÕt afford to go shopping (poor student athlete donÕt you know) but she assured me that she would cover the expense before my credit card came due. I read the list of items.

ÒSlut, I want you to buy the following,Ó Mistress DashaÕs text began. Ò8Ó dildo (size of my Master I reckoned) a C-battery powered vibrator, a remote controlled vibrating egg, nipple clamps of your choice, neoprene Velcro cuffs (both wrist and ankle) a leather collar (with D-ring connector) and finally a leather blindfold.Ó

I read the list three times. Individually none of the items were particularly weird or even embarrassing. But taken together as a shopping list I knew I would be humiliated buying all these toys. Then I looked at the time stamp of the message and knew I had to complete my task and get headed back to campus in order to be in my room to called Master and Mistress at the appointed hour. I summoned up my courage and walked inside.

I was right about the shop being upscale. It was like being in a fashionable boutique, only beside the racks of sexy lingerie were racks of naughty costumes, display cases with fancy toys, adult movies for sale, bondage gear and fetish items. It was a cornucopia of adult pleasures, probably not unlike 100 different stores in LA, but this one was bright, airy and totally non-threatening. I didnÕt feel uncomfortable at all. There were several other people shopping. A few couples, two other single women and four single guys were milling about checking out the products. A handsome man approached me and asked if I was Brittney. I said I was and he introduced himself as Jake. IÕd been expecting to find Jake to be a dirty old man, unshaven and unkempt whose only career option was to work in a porno shop. Clearly Jake was not that man. First impressions can be wrong but he looked like he was probably college educated, was articulate and well spoken and probably could work someplace better. I went so far as to tell him so as my shock for seeing somebody as clean cut working here was clearly showing on my face. He explained he only worked there on Sundays to earn a little extra cash. But he quickly added the weekday staff were also nice and that I should come back sometime during the day and meet the girls who own the place. I wasnÕt sure if he was hitting on me or if since my Mistress had called him that he knew I was into women.

Jake was a perfect gentleman and showed me around the shop. Although I had my list of what to buy, I wasnÕt prepared to have to comparison shop for each item. The shop had a wide variety and I had to think, often with JakeÕs input, about which brand or style was right. I think that was more demeaning than just walking into the shop. Have you ever discussed the relative merits of a particular style of vibrator with a stranger? Did you ever have to use the words ÒIÕm not sure my Mistress will like this one?Ó Well I did.

And of course after picking the dildo, vibrator and egg, Jake was acting as a good salesman and tried to upsell me to an anal plug. I thought about just grabbing one to shut him up, but then I figured perhaps Mistress had told him of my current filled state and he had been instructed to see if I would tell the truth about already being plugged.

ÒI donÕt need another one, thank you,Ó I told him. ÒIÕm already wearing one.Ó

ÒReally?Ó he questioned.

ÒReally,Ó I replied.

Jake wrapped his arm around me and patted my rear trying to see if I was telling the truth. He smiled and I knew he enjoyed checking my claim.

Chosing the rest of the items on my list was easier and thankfully quicker. I was getting desperate to get home and play with my pussy before it was time to call my owners. As we were walking back toward the register a silver item caught my eye. (I know, please donÕt say the bright shiny object distracted me.) When I looked closer it was a small Òpet playÓ section. Instead of ball gags there were bone gags, various dog and cat themed items and the one that had caught my eye. I big silver bowl with the words Òslut puppyÓ emblazoned on the front. I creamed a little bit when I saw it and I had to have it.

I felt so naughty walking back to campus with my bag of goodies. I prayed I didnÕt run into any of my friends along the way. IÕd never be able to explain what was going on. Looking at my watch I noticed my waiting period was almost up. I was looking forward to showing my Master and Mistress what I had bought and that I was a good girl for keeping the plug in. I was also really looking forward to getting off again and draining the cum from my ass. Although while walking the idea of eating their jizz was not appealing, I had no doubts once I was in the heat of the moment, if commanded to do so, I would get off on it.

Gloriously my roommate was still on her date when I arrived back at my dorm room. As is the case with most dorm rooms, it is small. In fact IÕd guess it is about 12x10. To save space we each have a bed that doubles as a couch. The bed part is on casters and rolls under a backrest that is mounted to the wall during the day. The backrest has built in shelves behind the cushion. Those shelves are as private as it gets in these rooms so that is where I stashed my new toys. Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom, came back to my room, locked the door, setup my laptop, slid out the bed and stripped off my clothes.

I had about 15 minutes yet to wait so I lay down on my bed and lazily fingered my pussy. I wanted to be nice and juices for my video call. I had no problem achieving that state. Right on time I opened up Skype and logged in. Maybe 15 seconds later and video call from Master Peter range. I was kneeling on my bed facing the webcam with my hand between my legs as I answered. I was pretty sure I had pleased them.

In truth I was expecting my Master and Mistress to play some kinky domination game with me during the call, but they really didnÕt. I mean, the whole situation was kinky, but they didnÕt particularly doing anything else weird. Well weirder than me on my hands and knees with a plugged ass full of cum.

Mistress Dasha said she was proud of me for following her instructions. I smiled.

ÒMy I speak, Mistress?Ó I asked. She said yes. ÒI got this at the store too. I hope you donÕt mind.Ó

I lifted the cushion to reveal my toy stash and grabbed the dog bowl. Both of them seemed pleased with my additional purpose. Then they gave me instructions. Master Peter spoke first. He was sitting in his office. He didnÕt have a shirt on and the site of his muscular bare chest was exciting.

ÒWe had a great time with your mother this afternoon,Ó he began. ÒShe is coming along nicely. She ate her MistressÕ pussy without hesitation just minutes after meeting her. However, we both are still a little keyed up. So IÕm going to fuck my wife and you are going to watch. I know how much you like that. I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo you bought while you watch.Ó

ÒBut donÕt you dare cum before we do,Ó my Mistress chimed in.Ó

ÒI think she already knows that,Ó Master Peter corrected her. ÒWhen we tell you, I want you to leave the dildo buried in your pussy, turn the vibe on high, hold it against your clit, pull the ass plug out and only when you feel the cum dripping out of your ass are you allowed to orgasm.Ó

ÒOh,Ó Mistress added. ÒLet the cum drip into your new bowl. We should christen it. Plus I canÕt wait to see you lick it up.Ó

I watched as Mistress pulled MasterÕs pants off. He wasnÕt wearing underwear and his already stiffening cock popped into view, the image of which burning into my brain. She started stroking him getting him to full staff.

ÒLetÕs see the dildo you picked out my slut,Ó she commanded me. Immediately I grabbed it and held it so the webcam could see if.

ÒThatÕs a nice one,Ó she said. ÒStroke it like IÕm stroking Peter. You did well. They look about the same size. Imagine how nice it will feel when he finally fucks you.Ó

I was already getting dizzy with lust thinking about that as I gave the rubber device a hand job. When Mistress began sucking my Master I did the same to my pseudo partner. Mistress didnÕt blow him long. IÕm sure she was still moist from the encounter with my mom and no doubt my lewd display was also having an affect on her.

ÒIÕm going to fuck him now, slave,Ó she announced although I pretty much figured that out as she straddled her lap. ÒYou stay on your hands and knees like the bitch dog your are, but you can start fucking yourself.Ó

I didnÕt need to be told that twice. Even though I was dripping juice onto my bed it still took me a bit to work the dildo into my pussy. It was the biggest thing IÕd ever had up there and the butt plug made me tighter still. IÕm pretty sure I only got about half inside me before I just starting sliding it in and out. God that felt good. I was watching the screen but the pleasure coursing through my body had my full attention. IÕm sure my eyes were starting to glaze over. But Master and Mistress didnÕt seem to mind.

Mistress began to pick up her tempo. I was praying she would cum quickly and that would trigger Master to squirt. I knew from experience he could hold back seemingly indefinitely but I knew I would not be able to. God how I needed to cum. I couldnÕt resist yelling that out to them along with ÒFuck your slut wife. Make her cum so I can too. I canÕt wait much longer.Ó

I probably earned a big punishment for that outburst, but I didnÕt care. My body needed release and it needed it now I watched with renewed interest as my Mistress picked up the pace as she bounce up and down his big, perfect cock. She looked like sex personified as her tight body and oversized breasts bounced up and down. I couldnÕt see MasterÕs face but IÕm sure he was smiling.

ÒPlease Master, please Mistress,Ó I begged. ÒI need to cum. God, please may I cum.Ó

ÒNot until we do,Ó they both said in unison.

I was savagely fucking myself with the dildo. I was already going to get punished for calling my Mistress a slut, I figured, and probably for cumming when I fucked the neighbors, so what the hell. WhatÕs one more infraction? I was getting close. I was right on the edge. I prepared to grab the vibe and the bowl.

ÒDonÕt do it baby girl,Ó my Mistress moaned between thrusts.

ÒI canÕt help it Mistress,Ó I cried out.

ÒOh Peter, fuck me like you used to in the movies,Ó she screamed.

I saw him grab her hips and instead of letter her set her own pace he started ferociously pulling her hips down so his cock bottomed out on each stroke and then lifted her almost completed off his amazing cock so she could get the full length each time. As soon as he started doing that she started cumming and she didnÕt stop. That sight was the end for me. As soon as she came, so did I. I didnÕt even have a chance or need to grab the vibe.

Mistress Dasha was gone. She was consumed by her orgasm and no longer in the moment. But Master Peter knew what was going down. He told me to pull my plug now and drain my ass. I was perfectly happy to do so. I ripped the plug from my butt without concern for how much it would hurt. I could feel the cum dripping over my pussy lips and then over my inner thigh before gravity pulled it into my new slut bowl. I was still in the aftershocks of my climax and Mistress was still gone in hers. When all the cum had drained from my backside Master Peter had me hold up the bowl and show him. He had stopped fucking Mistress although she was still impaled on his cock.

ÒPut the bowl in front of you and grab the vibe. When you are ready to cum again tell us. Then you can eat the cum.Ó

That was the kind of order I was happy to obey. It didnÕt take long. As soon as the tip of the vibe hit my clit my body was in overdrive again. Fortunately Master Peter didnÕt make me wait once I told him I was ready. He lifted Mistress off his cock and onto the floor. Then as I started licking the cum out of the bowl (and cumming my fool head off) he started stroking his cock in anticipation of hosing down his wife. She looked content to let him do that. I buried my face all the way into the bowl. I was in heaven. At least until I heard the door lock in the flip open.

I didnÕt need to see my roommateÕs face to know what the mousey girlÕs reaction would be to finding me on my bed with a vibe on my pussy and my face in a dog bowl licking up cum. No, her scream of horror was enough. And the sound of her running down the hallway was perfectly capable of telling me what she thought. I lifted my head out of the bowl to look, but all I saw was the open door. I started to get up but a quick word from my Master to Òfinish eatingÓ had my head back in my bowl. I licked up every drop of cum as quick as I could and then held up the bowl for inspection. Only then did he allow me to shut the door. I have no idea if anybody else saw me during that period. He looked amused while Mistress was still pretty much out of it from enjoying her own orgasm. My climax was a quickly fading memory as being caught definitely ruined the mood for me. Master Peter told me he would call me during the week and shut down the Skype session. All of a sudden I felt very alone.

I stood next to my bed for about 30 seconds trying to make sense of what had just happened. Then I hastily put all my toys back in the cabinet, grabbed some fresh underwear and my shower bucket, put on a robe and headed down to the bathroom to wash up. I hoped my roommate would have calmed down by the time I returned, but I was wrong. Sitting in my room waiting for me was my roommate and our resident assistant (RA). I didnÕt really have a defense as the RA read me the riot act about how I could be expelled for what I had done, blah blah blah. IÕd screwed up but I knew she was just trying to scare me and that they couldnÕt kick me out of school for that. My roommate stood up and stormed out of the room saying she couldnÕt live with a pervert like me. The RA was more sympathetic after my roommate left.

ÒLook Brittney,Ó she said calmly. ÒIÕm not going to press this with the administration. What you do is your own business and you will not get kicked out of school. But if your roommate makes a big stink you could be kicked off the swim team and lose your scholarship. You need to move out. IÕll make arrangements to find you a new roommate, but you need to give me a couple of days. Do you have somewhere to stay?Ó

I told her I could crash at home for a couple of nights. She told me it was best to just get dressed, grab my books and a change of clothes and take off. She said she would run interference with my now ex-roommate.

I felt so guilty leaving the dorm. I couldnÕt tell my mom the real reason, unless of course she already knew the truth about me, so I grabbed my laundry bag too and would use that as an excuse why I was home.

Mom was happy to see me, as any parent is when their child comes home. She showed no ill effects from what must have been an exciting afternoon for her. Nor did she show any sign of knowing we both were serving the same Master and Mistress. I fell asleep quickly but I had a restless night. My sleep was filled with erotic dreams and I kept waking up with my pussy wet and my fingers in my panties. The strangest, or was it the most hopeful, dream involved an alternate ending to my roommate saga. In my dream I pictured my roommate coming back to the dorm, not alone but with her new boyfriend. And instead of being repulse by my licking cum out of a dog bowl, they both turned out to be dominant and actually enjoyed watching.

ÒI always knew you were a kinky bitch,Ó my roommate would scold me. Then she would command me to crawl to her boyfriend and get some fresh cum right from the source.

ÒHe just finished fucking me in his car,Ó she would say. ÒClean my cum off his cock you slut.Ó

And of course I would gladly do it. I would kneel before him and joyfully slide my mouth up and down his rigid cock tasting both her juices and his cum. From behind me I could hear her discovering my toy collection.

ÒOh my innocent looking roommate. You are quite the kinkster,Ó she would proclaim.

While I was still sucking his cock she would pull my arms back and cuff me. My pussy would start flooding just like at Master and MistressÕ house. She then began to spank me and give me instructions.

ÒI donÕt suck his cock because it is demeaning to women. But youÕre a whore, so from now on, that is your job. YouÕll get him nice and hard so he can fuck me. And youÕre going to watch because I know that will drive you crazy.Ó

I felt her slide a vibrator into my pussy and she turned it on high. Then she made good on her promise to fuck him again. She mounted him in a reverse cowboy so I could watch her bounce up and down on the cock IÕd worked to make hard. With my hands bound I couldnÕt fuck myself with the vibe. I had to just kneel there and watch.

ÒOh God he feels good,Ó my roommate would tease. ÒI bet you would love to have this cock inside of you. Maybe if you are a good girl this week IÕll let him fuck you.Ó

She went on to describe how things were going to change between us (IÕd be her sex slave) and how they were going to use me (when she did let him fuck me I should expect it in the ass because nice girls like her donÕt do that) and maybe they would even whore me out around campus. She told me that I would love it. I told her she was right. Then she told me to bring my face over so she could rub her clit against me as she bounced on his cock.

I must have been working my clit subconsciously in my dream because I woke up before she came, but I felt the endorphin release like I had orgasmed. My pussy was a swampy mess. I wish my dream had been real.

I didnÕt have an early class Monday so I actually slept in until 8. Mom was already gone to work. I decided to blow off my first class meaning I could enjoy some private time by the pool before heading back to campus. I pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet and then got a shock. When I opened the dish cabinet to get a bowl, I found a dog dish. My mom didnÕt have a dog. Immediately I knew what it meant and my pussy flooded my panties.

Not one to let an opportunity like that go to waste, I immediately put my cereal in the dog bowl, poured some milk on it and got down on all fours to eat breakfast on the kitchen floor. It felt so good to remember the first time I ate from a bowl in that manner. Even though they were not here I felt like I was doing this for Master and Mistress. My pussy felt that way too. My hand found its way inside my panties. IÕd like to say I just rubbed myself a little, but that would be lying. I rubbed myself frantically until about a minute later I came with a shriek. But I wasnÕt satisfied.

I washed my momÕs dish and put it away. Then sprinted up to my momÕs room and started searching. I had a feeling she had the same collection of sex toys that I had bought. It turns out she had more in her dresser drawer. She must have been buying her own before she met Peter I mused. She did have the same 8Ó model I had bought. She probably had the same task to go to the adult store. I took the dildo and grabbed a vibrator as well (different model from mine) and ran back to my bedroom. I almost fucked myself in momÕs room, but that felt like I was crossing a line. (For those who think using her toys crossed a line as well, you are probably right. But at that moment I didnÕt care.)

This time I was determined to take the full length of the dildo. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled my legs back to my chest. I had no need for foreplay and simply sank the dildo into myself. I got maybe six inches into me. Better than last night but still not reaching my goal. I wanted Master Peter to fuck me senseless. I had to be able to do it myself first.

I rolled over on my side so I could reach behind my ass and grab the base of the phallus. This proved to be a better position. I howled with joy as the dildo bottomed out deep inside me. I started fucking myself. It felt so good to be penetrated that deeply. How I hated Master Peter at that moment for not giving me a proper fucking yet. But the feeling was fleeting as the pleasure of the penetration was much more important. I turned on the vibe and held it in position from the front. Now that was nirvana.

I rammed the dildo in and out of my pussy. It was definitely getting acclimated to having such a big dick in me. And my sweet clit was enjoying itself too. In retrospect I should have taken my time and enjoyed myself a little more, but that would have required rational thought instead of being overcome with lust. I came hard for the second time in about 10 minutes sprawled on my bed. I think I must have passed out because when I snapped back into reality it was 10:30. Shit, I canÕt miss my 11 oÕclock class.

I put on my clothes without having time to wash up. I did give momÕs dildo a quick rinse, but it was less thorough that I would have liked. I grabbed my books and sprinted out to the car. I made it with minutes to spare, but I felt like a dirty whore. I donÕt know if anybody else could smell my pussy or the pungent sweat of great sex (even if I was alone) or if anybody noticed my hair had more of a look what the cat drug in look than it usually did. But I sure could. To me there was a big neon sign above my head flashing Òtramp.Ó I wondered if news of my activities had spread through the dorm or beyond. I looked around the class but nobody seemed concerned. I let out a long sigh of relief.

After class I went back to the dorm. Based on the looks I got some people obviously knew. I found my RA. Fortunately she wasnÕt at class. She said she was having trouble finding a place since my roommate was making sure everyone in the building knew what I had done. She told me IÕd better stay at home another night. That would be easier said than done if my RA knew what IÕd done at home this morning.

Late in the afternoon I had swim practice, which was a very good thing. I really through myself into practice swimming harder and faster than I normally did, especially on a Monday, purposely trying to tire myself out. My thought process was if I was worn out I wouldnÕt be so out of control at momÕs place. It worked well, although she was confused why I was there for a second night. I got up early and snuck out before she got up. All I could think about was her dog dish and wanting to eat from it.

I noticed a text message on my phone from Mistress asking how I was doing. I told her about getting kicked out of the dorm and she said not to worry. She would take care of it. I wasnÕt sure how she could do that, but I was happy for any assistance. TuesdayÕs classes seemed to drag on forever. Maybe it was because I didnÕt have anywhere to go between classes. Maybe the whole roommate affair was just wearing me down. I didnÕt know. When my RA called my cell right before swim practice I was sure it was to tell me that I didnÕt have a room for another night.

She told me that she had tried everyone she knew but nobody wanted to have me as a roommate. My heart sank at the news. Then she said out of the blue she had received a phone call from a girl who had an apartment just off campus. Apparently her roommate had just dropped out of school and she needs a new one. My RA didnÕt have many details, but she gave me the address and her phone number. I called right away.

The girlÕs name was Renee (I knew IÕd heard that name before recently but couldnÕt place where) and she invited me over. I told her I had swim practice but that I would come right over after. She agreed and for the first time since Sunday I began to relax. I swam easier in practice and my mind was clear. I felt great. After a quick shower (ok I lingered a bit looking at a couple of the girls) I went over to ReneeÕs apartment.

She was a very bubbly girl. She was a local girl, had Eastern European looks but she acted like a typical California teen. The apartment wasnÕt anything special. It was nice and meticulously kept, but was of average size. There was minimalist furniture, just a basic table and chairs in the dining area but the living room had the biggest TV I had ever seen. There was a couch right in front of it. I noticed a wireless keyboard sitting on the couch. Typical for California there was a pool which the apartmentÕs balcony overlooked, but the pool was small with just a few deck chairs around it for sunbathing. There were two bedrooms, both about the size of my dorm room. One was setup with desks and a computer. The other was the bedroom. It had a king size bed which dominated the room. I asked where her previous roommate had slept.

ÒOh, we shared the bed. ItÕs big enough for three so we never knew each other was there,Ó she replied cheerily.

ÒWeÕre you a couple?Ó I asked trying to decide if I wanted the drama of moving in with someone whose boyfriend just left her.

ÒNo, it wasnÕt like that. Betsy and I were just friends. It just made more sense to have a study room and a sleeping room.Ó

Betsy, huh, I thought. I suppose she assumes I will share her bed too. Looking at her I found her attractive, but it still seemed pretty presumptuous of her. But I needed a place to crash as I couldnÕt stay at my momÕs full time so I agreed to move in. Renee went back to the dorm with me to pick up my stuff. I waited until she was taking my suitcase out to the car to quickly pack up my toys collection. I was going to have to figure out how to hide them from her given the lack of privacy in the apartment.

We got my stuff moved over pretty quickly and I got settled in. I was able to use the closet in the second bedroom so I hid my box of goodies there. I was probably in the bedroom about 20 minutes or so getting settled. When I walked back out into the living room to tell Renee I was finished I got the shock of my life. I learned quickly why the couch was so close to the TV.

On the screen I saw 4 video chat windows, all with naked guys on them. And sitting on the couch was a very naked Renee. Not only was she naked she had a vibrator in her hand and was putting it to good use. She looked up at me but didnÕt look embarrassed at all that I had walked in on her. If I had been doing that I would have been mortified if my roommate had walked in. Heck I was mortified when my roommate walked in on me last Sunday. But Renee just waved me over.

She set down the vibe and offered me her hand. For some reason I felt compelled to take it and then she pulled me in front of her. Looking at the screen I saw a window showing what her webcam saw. It was now displaying me from about my tits down.

ÒHey guys,Ó she said. ÒThis is my new roommate, Brittney. Brittney meet the guys.Ó

They all enthusiastically welcomed me. I said hi and gave them a wave. Renee pulled me down so they could see my face.

ÒSheÕs a big upgrade from Betsy, isnÕt she?Ó Renee proffered. ÒYou want to see her naked?Ó

Of course the boys were even more enthusiastic about that, but I wasnÕt ready to just strip on camera for them. I dropped her hand and politely, but firmly declined.

ÒNo problem,Ó she said. ÒBut will you stay and watch? It turns me on.Ó

There were hoots and hollers from the guys. Actually the idea of watching this little show did excite me. It reminded me of when I masturbated on MasterÕs driveway. What the hell. Renee obviously wasnÕt shy about sex. I grabbed one of the dining room chair and sat down facing her, but out of the view of the camera. Let me tell you, it was quite a show.

I could hear the four guys cheering her on and giving her instructions on how to pleasure herself. Renee would do what they said and was obviously very turned on. The room was filled with the smell of aroused girl as she fingered and vibrated herself. They told her to turn over on her hands and knees and push the vibe into her slick pussy. As she bent over the couch I saw her near perfect ass come into view. When I pictured myself fucking her the way Mistress Dasha had fucked me I realized that the pungent smell in the room wasnÕt just from her.

My own pussy was demanding attention as I watched Renee tease and please herself in front of the camera. At first I just rubbed my thighs together, but soon I needed more and slid my fingers under the waistband of my pants. I could tell the boys were getting close to squirting based on their breathing. That excited me even more. I wondered if I dared to work my clit harder so I could cum too when Renee turned around unexpectedly. I was caught wet fingered masturbating while I watched her. I was surprised she wasnÕt mad. In fact, if her facial expressions were any indication, it excited her as much as having the guys watch her.

ÒOh my,Ó she said to the screen. ÒI wish you could see this guys. Brittney is fingering herself while she watches me.Ó

Then she directed her gaze at me.

ÒItÕs cool Brittney. Come on. Take your pants off. YouÕll be more comfortable.Ó

She was rubbing herself very hard by then. I really wanted to join her, but I wasnÕt sure I should since IÕd just met her. Then the boys started egging me on, even though I was still off camera.

ÒAt least let me see your breasts, Brit,Ó Renee said between moans. ÒIt will make me cum.Ó

The boys started chanting Òcum, cum, cum.Ó

ÒCome on,Ó she cooed. ÒDonÕt disappoint our fans.Ó

By that point I knew I needed to get off. I threw caution to the wind and took off my shirt and bra.

ÒPlease,Ó Renee moaned. ÒPlay with your nipples.Ó

I absolutely love nipple play, whether by my own hands or from someone else. So now that I was topless I had little resistance to that request. Of course doing so also meant my pussy cried for more attention. Renee was close to cumming. She obviously liked have having me playing in front of her live. Her show was enough to have one of the guys cum. I couldnÕt see him but she described for me him shooting straight onto his webcam. That was enough to set Renee off who had a very noisy and satisfying looking orgasm. By then I was ready to do myself and slid off my pants. I was rubbing through my panties trying to make myself cum. Renee calmed down and then pleaded with me to take off my wet thong.

ÒI showed you mine,Ó she appealed. She was still buzzing her clit. ÒIÕll cum again with you.Ó

That was certainly an offer I couldnÕt refuse. I slid down the thong and tossed them to her. IÕm sure the boys enjoyed watching her press them to her nose.

ÒShe smells so good boys. This thing is soaked. She obviously likes it.Ó

I was rubbing my pussy furiously trying to get off.

ÒCome here, Brittney,Ó Renee implored. ÒGive the boys a show and IÕll let you use the vibe.Ó

I resisted as long as I could. It was probably 5 whole seconds. I needed that vibe and in a perverse way showing off to these strangers suddenly sounded like a good idea. So without worrying about the consequences I jumped over to the couch and sat next to Renee. She smiled and handed me the vibe. It was hot from all her use. I gave it a quick lick (guys love to see that) and slid it into my own needy pussy.

Renee was busy rubbing her own clit and the three remaining guys watching on the camera were all energetically jacking their cocks. I started to shout out encouragement to them. I didnÕt want to take their instructions like Renee had done. I figured it was better to be in control of the situation. After all they didnÕt know about my submissive side. With the vibe deep in my pussy I started fingering my clit. I knew I could cum soon, but I wanted them to cum first.

ÒStroke those cocks boys. I want to see you squirt. IÕll cum if you do first.Ó

Renee then chimed in, ÒIÕm going to cum again. LetÕs all cum together.Ó

You probably would think it was impossible to synchronize five people orgasming at the same time, but as it turns out it isnÕt. After the second guy began to shoot, that triggered Renee, who must have been very sensitive after her last orgasm. Her moans triggered my orgasm, which in turn made the last two guys start to shoot. It was a wild experience to say the least.

I was still panting and coming down from my high when Renee matter-of-factly dismissed the guys and shut down the video chat.

ÒThat was great, Brittney,Ó she said trying to catch her breath. ÒI just know we are going to be best friends.Ó

ÒIÕve never done anything like that,Ó I sort of lied. WeÕll nothing exactly like that anyway. ÒDo you do that often?Ó I asked wondering what kind of girl IÕd agreed to live with.

ÒOnly when I get horny,Ó she said with a smile. ÒYouÕll find out soon enough so I should just tell you. IÕm kind of a nymphomaniac and an exhibitionist.Ó Then after a pause, ÒBut IÕm not a slut and I donÕt just jump into bed with anybody who asks. But I love to show off, rarely wear clothes at home and get unbelievably creamy at the thought of cumming in public around people who donÕt know what is happening.Ó

ÒWhat do you mean in public?Ó I asked.

ÒYou know,Ó she replied. ÒAt movie theaters, shopping malls, at bars, in church, that kind of thing.Ó

ÒIn church?Ó I asked incredulously.

ÒWell, only once,Ó she said with a wink. ÒIt was a dare actually.Ó

So apparently I went from an uptight roommate to a sex maniac. Given the changes in my life that seemed appropriate. Renee got up and walked to the kitchen. She made no effort to cover her naked body. I guess she had not been lying about not wearing clothes at home. She returned with two glasses of ice water and handed one to me. I started drinking it down quickly but almost coughed up a big swig when she spoke again.

ÒIÕm bisexual if you have not guessed,Ó she said. That was hardly a surprise to me, but I was still shocked at how freely she was speaking about her sexuality.

ÒI also sleep in the nude. I will not force myself on you, but if you happen to curl up next to me I will not stop you.Ó

Well it was good to get all this information out in the open. I knew IÕd have to tell her I was submissive soon as I was sure Master and Mistress would have tasks for me this week. Plus I doubted I could hide my dog bowl forever. But I wasnÕt ready to confess my kinks just yet. Even though we had already masturbated together to an appreciative audience, I just wasnÕt that open.

ÒBy the way, the two orgasms I just had will never be enough today,Ó she acknowledged. ÒIÕm usually good for five or six a day and one has to be right before falling asleep.Ó

Did she really just tell me she would be masturbating in bed when I was trying to sleep? Why kind of freaky girl is she? I said OK, but I was wondering if I forced myself on her would she reciprocate my advance? I was very horny after our video experience so I was sure I would probably need another round of self gratification myself. What if I needed to pleasure myself before falling asleep and we both went to bed at the same time? A vision of us both masturbating while lying next to each other filled my head. This was definitely going to be an interesting friendship.

We both had some homework to do so we moved to the work room. It felt weird sitting there naked along with Renee, but since she was going san clothes, I figured I should too. We were sitting at desks placed together at a 90 degree angle forming an L. I kept sneaking peaks at her, and although she was studying, I did catch her a couple of times with her hand between her legs. She appeared to be just lazily diddling herself. Not really trying to get off, but mostly just keeping her fire burning. Looking at my watch I realized it was getting late. I figured she was getting ready for her pre-sleep orgasm. Then I heard the TV in the living room chirping that someone was calling on Skype. Of course I figured it was the same boys. I was good with that. I could be up for another round before bed.

ÒMommy usually calls about this time,Ó Renee announced before skipping out of the room. I noticed she didnÕt grab a robe. I guess she wasnÕt shy about her mom knowing she ran around naked. Or maybe she just did a voice chat. Yeah, that must be it. I heard her answer the call and heard a womanÕs voice (It must be her mom I thought) say that she looked well. So much for my theory of just having a voice call. I was pretty sure my mom would be accepting of my new sexual proclivities as she obviously shared them. I guess ReneeÕs mom didnÕt have a problem with her walking around nude. However, when Renee called for me to come in and meet her mom, I wasnÕt quite prepared to go that far.

ÒIÕll be right there,Ó I called out. But I also grabbed a robe from the closet. I tied it tightly around me so she wouldnÕt notice I wasnÕt wearing underwear. When I walked into the living room I got the second shock of the evening. Mistress DashaÕs image was on the screen. It hit me like a ton of bricks that she had said she would take care of my living arrangement problem and she certainly did. She and Renee were chuckling at my discovery.

ÒHi babygirl,Ó my Mistress addressed me. ÒI see you have met my daughter.Ó

I knelt on the floor immediately taking up my doggie position. ÒYes Mistress. She is very nice.Ó

My face was burning with shame of doing this in front of Renee. I had seen her as an equal. Heck I actually felt superior for a while. But obviously that wouldnÕt be the case.

ÒSit on the couch, Brittney,Ó my Mistress commanded. ÒYouÕre off duty.Ó

Mistress explained that she really did call to see how things were going not to play with me, per se. I remembered Master Peter had told me they had a daughter in college but it never occurred to me I would move in with her. We talked about the video chat, we talked about ReneeÕs upcoming 21st birthday party and we even talked about Thomas and his desire to have his own slave. Somewhere along the way Mistress told me to take off my robe so I would be sitting next to her daughter naked. I had the feeling that she might command me to pleasure her daughter, but she didnÕt. (She did order me to slowly tease my own nipples.) After we hung up Renee explained that she knew that I was her parentÕs slave, but that she didnÕt play those games. She also explained that she thought I was horny again and that she needed to masturbate. I was tempted to tell her that IÕd be happy to go down on her, but I figured that could wait. Now that I knew she was her motherÕs daughter, I figured I would just be patient and see how her game played out. I knew she had to have a game.  I just had to be patient and find out her deal. Heck, IÕd probably wake up bound to her bed. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Renee began masturbating all the while looking at me sitting next to her. She made no move to touch me, although she did ask me to keep playing with my nipples and did complement my looks and told me how watching me got her excited. I could see the lust in her eyes as she continued rubbing her clit as escalated the force she used on her pussy. Like as happens with me, her previous orgasm must have conditioned her body to cum again quicker and easier because it didnÕt take long for her to reach happiness again. She was staring at my eyes as her body stiffened. It was a very erotic sight to watch her go over the edge. I wanted to join her, but I still wasnÕt 100% comfortable in the situation, so I decided to wait.

I admit it was weird walking around the apartment naked, but it didnÕt seem to bother Renee so I figured what the heck. When bedtime rolled around it seemed natural to climb into her bed without putting on any sleepwear. True to her word, Renee masturbated again in bed. God she was insatiable. This time I couldnÕt resist and fingered myself while lying next to her. She came first and I really wanted to pull her head between my legs. But since she had not made any moves to include me, I decided to just finish myself. After I was done, with my body sweaty from the heavy covers and my breathing labored because, well just because, Renee said ÒI always sleep better after a good orgasm. Good night sweetie. I know we are going to be best friends.Ó And then she rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.

I fell into a serene sleep, the first one since my old roommate caught me following Master and MistressÕ orders. I was at peace because I knew Renee would not judge me no matter what her parents had me do. I had dreams of her becoming my Domme and serving her every day. I pictured myself coming home to the apartment from class or swim practice and stripping naked. Then she would either play with me or have me dress in a silly maidÕs costume so I could take care of her the rest of the night. She would have me crawl between her legs and lick her pussy while she did her video calls with the boys. They would see my ass facing the camera and enjoy watching Renee cum time after time as I licked and nibbled her clit. When the boys finally shot I imagined them shooting their hot sticky cum on my ass. In my dreams my pussy was dripping as Renee fingered it causing me to explode over and over again as the boys watched and cheered.

When I woke up I discovered I was on my side and Renee had her arms wrapped around me and was spooning me.  Her right arm was around my neck and she was cupping my breast. Her left hand was between my legs. Maybe my dream wasnÕt so much a dream as reality.

When I began to stir it woke Renee. She untangled her arms without saying much and headed to the bathroom. I was still trying to assess what was going on when I heard the shower turn on. I really needed to pee and I hoped she wouldnÕt take long. But soon my bladder couldnÕt be ignored. I knocked on the bathroom door and she told me to come in and said just to use the toilet and she wouldnÕt watch.

As I sat on the toilet I could see the silhouette of her body behind the translucent shower curtain. I was transfixed watching her hands roaming over her body as she washed away a night of debauchery. I felt my slit getting moist again as I imagined her taking control of my body. Maybe she and my Mistress would play with me together. Renee had told me she got off on public orgasms. Maybe Mistress would order her to make me cum in front of people. That would be heavenly.

ÒIÕll be right out,Ó she called to me. I have to get to class.Ó

I was still in the bathroom when she turned off the shower and stepped out. Her skin was glistening with drops of water. I reluctantly handed her a towel. I would have stood there and watched her drip dry for hours.

Renee wrapped the towel around her perfect body depriving me of my voyeur opportunity and walked back to the bedroom. I wished I had time to follow her but I needed a shower and had my own class to attend. By the time I was out of the shower, she was gone. During the day I had classes to worry about and then I had swim practice so I wasnÕt thinking too much about sex or my new roommate. After practice I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and took a spin through the student union to pick up a snack and some Gatorade.  For some reason I walked into the rec center. The rec center has a small bowling alley, some pool tables, Foosball, darts and tables for board games. I usually donÕt have time or the inclination to hang out there, although it is popular with the other students.

I noticed there was a group of 6 or so guys crowded around the far pool table. When I saw whom they were playing I understood why. Renee was holding court. I watched from afar for a few minutes. She was playing against one boy while the other 5 were watching. She lost the game I was watching (she didnÕt seem to be very good) another guy racked the balls and she began to play him. The reason she was so popular wasnÕt her pool skills but the way she was dressed. When she saw me spying on her she waved me over to them.

Even before I stood next to her I could tell from behind she wasnÕt wearing a bra. She had on a sheer blouse and I saw no evidence of any bra straps.  Similarly her tight, short skirt showed no panty lines so either she was wearing a g-string or was going commando. I had a pretty good idea which one was the case. She also was wearing the cute little short boots with about a 3-inch heel. IÕm sure all her admirers got hard watching her move around the table, especially when she bent over for a shot.  

Without a bra her boobs threatened to bounce out of her blouse, conveniently unbuttoned even with her nipples for teasing effect, every time she bent over the table to line up a shot. Other times she would stretch to reach the cue ball necessitating her to lift one of her feet off the floor and raise her leg. I could see the boys jockeying for position to try and get a look up her skirt, although I myself didnÕt get a good look to see if she was flashing them.

The boys were nice enough to me, but you could tell they were focused on my roommate to the exclusion of everything else. It was too bad as a couple of them were cute and probably had a chance to score with me if they were man enough. Renee played two more games and then she said we had to go to the bathroom. It sounded funny the way she said it, but I guess she just didnÕt want to go alone so I followed her to the ladies room.

ÒWhat do you think of them?Ó she asked me after we reached the sanctuary of the bathroom. ÒWhich one do you want to fuck?Ó

ÒUm, none of them,Ó I responded. ÒI donÕt know any of them.Ó

ÒSo what?Ó she replied. ÒIÕve played with them before. They know what they are doing in bed.Ó

ÒThatÕs fine for you,Ó I told her. ÒBut IÕm hoping your dad will send for me tonight.Ó

ÒIÕm sure you are,Ó she said with a smirk. ÒUsually Mom has Susan her kitty pet over on Thursday and dad will be busy with them.Ó

It struck me as awkward that she talked about her mom and dad so casually. But I wasnÕt really expecting a call from them I just was looking for an excuse. Renee finally agreed with me that I shouldnÕt pick out a guy Òjust yetÓ (what did she mean by that?) and opened her purse.

ÒIf you donÕt want to fuck one of them, at least help me out,Ó she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

I watched as she pulled out a butterfly vibrator. I had noticed one similar to it at the adult bookstore. She also handed me a small rectangular black box with a single button on its face. I looked confused at it until she explained that it was a remote for the butterfly. She then slid the toy up her legs. She had to raise her skirt (confirming she had no underwear) to nestle the vibrator on top of her clit.

ÒTest it out,Ó she said. I pressed the button and she jumped a little. I could hear it activate, but only because it was quiet in the bathroom.Ó

ÒYou just buzz that whenever you want,Ó she instructed. ÒItÕs quiet but it packs a punch. DonÕt worry about doing it at the wrong time. Just turn in off after a few seconds so it doesnÕt overheat.Ó

She had a smile that could light up a room and we returned to the game. I sat down on a bar stool and folded my hands in my lap. I donÕt think the boys could tell I was holding the remote. I felt devious controlling ReneeÕs vibrator in the back corner of the rec center. I didnÕt turn it on for several minutes. Renee kept shooting me dirty looks as if to complain that I wasnÕt teasing her. Finally when she had her body stretched out trying to make a shot, I hit the button.

I was proud of her for not moving or making any sound. She did miscue on the shot, however, sending the cue ball slowly dribbling off to the side rail. I think the boys all thought it was because she had stretched. If fact they were quite generous to allow her to redo the shot. Of course they did. I would too if I was playing her and wanted her body in that position. I turned off the butterfly and this time she sank her 6 ball.

I got the impression that Renee was better at pool than she was letting the boys believe. I guess she was just trying to stroke their egos. At the same time I was enjoying controlling the butterfly stroking her clit. I could tell every time I turned it on she subtly jumped, although I doubt the boys noticed. I tended to do it when she would bend over leading to an extra little shake to her exposed boob flesh. I remembered how she told me she likes to orgasm in public and I assumed this was one of those times. As a result I didnÕt work the toy just to tease, but would leave it on for longer than she had instructed me in an effort to get her to climax.

By the end of the fourth game since our return, I had been buzzing her relentlessly. She was left with a difficult shot the length of the table. I had left the butterfly on for several minutes. I hoped it wouldnÕt overheat, although I expected she would have signaled me if there was an issue. I also was sure she would cum soon. I was sitting at the opposite end of the table so I had a perfect view as she bent over. Her tits were resting on the table with an expanse of flesh forming a deep cleavage exploding from her blouse. She had both feet on the ground, only instead of spreading her legs they were pressed together. I knew her skirt was riding up in the back. They boys were not even trying to hide that they were looking up her skirt.  Two of them even got down on the ground to get a better angle.  She was looking straight at me. Her eyes were speaking to me, but IÕm not sure what they were saying. Was she telling me to stop, perhaps to tease her more until she picked her conquest for the night? Or was she telling me to keep going so she could cum in front of them. I didnÕt really care at that point. I was going to make her cum. She was wiggling her ass back and forth and bent over at a perfect 90 degrees. If one of the guys had the balls to drop his pants right then IÕm sure she would have fucked him on the pool table. Instead, though, I got to see her eyes glaze over. It was almost a shame all the guys were looking up her skirt. Her face was the much more beautiful sight. I was starting to appreciate the magnificence of a beautiful womanÕs face when she orgasms. Now I could tell her eyes were definitely saying thank you. My pussy was also starting to get into the game wanting to experience the same pleasure.

Thirty seconds later, it was all over. They boys scattered as Renee stood up as if everyone was just pretending they didnÕt just see what happened. Renee took a deep breath and made the shot. She then ran the table with the rest of her balls. They guys seemed shocked. Then she announced we had to go to the bathroom again. I canÕt say I was upset about that. I needed some private finger time.

Renee was absolutely giddy about the way I handled her remote. ÒThat was awesome, Brittney. You did it just right.Ó

It was weird for her to complement me that way, but it made me feel good none-the-less. As she pulled the butterfly down her legs she looked at it and then looked at me.

ÒYou want to try it? Best orgasm youÕll ever have.Ó

I wanted to tell her that my best orgasm was at the hands of her mom and dad and that no toy was going to change that. IÕd like to say that. But IÕd gotten horny watching her and my Mistress had made it clear that when I was with Renee, I was free to have fun and play. So I agreed to try it. I pulled off my jeans and slid the butterfly into place. I decided I was at an advantage wearing pants because the crotch seam would press it against my pussy. She gave me a short burst on the remote and it buckled my legs. How the hell did she wear it without giving it away? She just smiled.

Our pussy juices comingled as I began leaking fluids like a 60Õs Plymouth. I doubted I would be able to last as long as she did. I just hoped I wouldnÕt scream like a madwoman alerting everyone in the rec center to our game. I told Renee that I didnÕt really play pool and she said not to worry. I should just sit back on the stool like I had before. Then she added I should cross my legs. She also unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Her boobs were now freely swaying as she walked and would be on full display as the exhibitionist minx intended.

She told the boys they were going to have a little tournament and the winner would get a very nice prize. At first I didnÕt recognize that during the games where the butterfly would drive me wild her pool skills diminished. But against other boys the vibe stayed quiet and Renee shot much better. I realized two things. First, she was teasing me more than I had teased her. I was loving the treatment, donÕt get me wrong, but at some point I was desperate to cum and more than ready for her to get my first public (PeterÕs driveway didnÕt count as it was dark and I was alone, sort of) orgasm done. The second thing I realized was she was rigging her tournament to make sure the winner was who she wanted to win.

Finally there were only two guys left. One was a senior and one was a junior. Both were hunks and obviously athletes. Although 4 of the guys were out of the tournament, none had left. They were still enjoying the show Renee was putting on and one of them was openly leering at me like he knew what I was doing. Renee had me on the edge for the last 15 minutes and I was fighting not to show any outward signs of the turmoil happening in my pants. I was glad I work dark jeans, as IÕm sure my wetness would have shown through a light color.

Then Renee announced the winnerÕs prize. I wasnÕt shocked that first prize got to fuck her. That made total sense. She told me last night she was a nympho and IÕd already helped her cum in front of the boys once, so of course she wanted to fuck. I was surprised at second prize, though. It was me.

ÒSecond prize gets to fuck Brittney,Ó she announced loudly.

ÒThe hell it is,Ó I countered as I stood up. It wasnÕt that I wasnÕt willing to fuck any of the guys. Like I said they were all cute and the last two were built just like I like a man. But I didnÕt appreciate her teasing me and setting me up like this. Had her mom or dad done this that would have been another matter, but she made sure to tell me she wasnÕt into that sort of thing and now she was telling me who to have sex with?

I think I made it two steps toward the door before the butterfly turned on and buckled my knees. I had to grab the side of the table for support. I turned to look at Renee. My eyes were shooting daggers at her. She held up the remote for all the boys to see.

ÒThis is the key to having a girl like Brittney.Ó

She clicked the remote again and the butterfly stopped. I was breathing hard, panting really. I had almost cum. If she had left it on much longer I would have exploded in front of them.

ÒSit back down, weÕre almost done,Ó she told me and I obeyed. I may not have agreed to be her submissive, but she sure understood how to manipulate me clear down to my soul.

The butterfly turned on just enough to keep me on edge but not over. Renee continued to make a big show of pushing the button so everyone would watch me as she did it. I tried to be good and not give them the satisfaction of showing them how out of control I had become, but it was a losing battle. The guys seemed less interested in finishing the tournament than watching her play with me. I canÕt say that I blamed them. Finally one of them said Òcan we just call it a tie?Ó

The butterfly sprung to life and this time stayed on.

ÒWhat do you think Brittney?Ó she teased. ÒShould we declare a tie?Ó

I would have done anything right then to earn my orgasm.

ÒYes,Ó I panted breathlessly. ÒA tie is a wonderful idea.Ó

ÒYou know what declaring a tie means, donÕt you?Ó she questioned.

My whole body was shaking as I tried to figure out what she was talking about. Then I thought back to what happens when there is a tie in a tournament. The two prizes are combined and then split in half between the people who tied. She must have mean we each would fuck both of them. I didnÕt care any more. She could pick who I fucked for all I cared. I just had to cum.

ÒYes, a tie is the best solutions,Ó I told her, giving her a little wink.

She walked over to me and took my arm leading me back to the center of the pool table. Then she looked at the four Òlosers.Ó

ÒMake a wall guys. We donÕt want anyone from the front desk seeing us.Ó

Renee pushed me forward so I was bent over the pool table. The four guys stood on the other side of the table effectively blocking the sight of anybody on that side of the rec center. Now I knew why Renee picked the table in the far corner. I felt her hands unsnapping my jeans and then tugging them over my ass and down my hips. When I felt her hands release my jeans I turned my head to see her bending over the table next to me. She raised her skirt exposing herself.

ÒOK boys, quick before weÕre caught,Ó she announced.

Quick was what we got. I was penetrated almost before the words were out of her mouth and the guy seemed intent on finishing before someone noticed two girls were getting fucked on a pool table in the rec center. Fortunately the butterfly had me uber-primed and I started orgasming on his third stroke.

ÒShe likes it when you hold her arms behind her pack and pin her down,Ó she told the guy ramming my slutty pussy.

He didnÕt need to be told twice. He grabbed my arms and pressed them into the small of my back. My orgasm simply continued. There was no way I was going to hold back the pleasure. I imagined my Master cuffing me this way like he had last weekend and filling me from behind. I was delirious with pleasure. Renee seemed to be enjoying herself as well, although she was much better at hiding it. But a woman always can tell and as his cock ripped through her she was cumming over and over.

Then almost as quick as it had started, both guys shot their loads and it was over. I was satisfied, for now, but I knew I would need more later. Renee looked pleased with herself.

ÒStick with me and youÕll have all the sex you can handle,Ó she told me. She then turned the butterfly on again. I came again instantly.

ÒHey what about us?Ó one of the four guys who were out protection wall asked Renee.

ÒWhat do you think, Brittney?Ó she asked me. ÒDo they deserve a reward too for trying?Ó

I looked at her trying to get a clue about what she wanted me to say. I was perfectly willing to fuck all of them. Did she want me to invite them back to the apartment? Or did she want me to ask to come back to their place?

ÒI thought it was a tie. DonÕt we have to share the winners?Ó I asked while trying to get my breath back.

ÒYes,Ó she replied. ÒBut they need a few minutes to recover.Ó

Then I got a nasty idea. At least it was nasty to me, but probably not to Renee.

ÒHow about weÉÓ I told the group. The four guys nodding told me they approved.