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My Best Friend Made Me Her Sex Slave

4/27/2008

“We’re good friends, aren’t we?” Susan asked. I was a bit
surprised. “I thought we were best friends, ” I replied. “Well let’s see. Could I ask a favor of you?” “You never asked to ask before. It must be a pretty big favor.”
“It is. You know I’ve been seeing this guy for some time now…”
“And you still haven’t even told me him name.” “…and we were talking about sexual fantasies the other
day.” “What was your fantasy, Susan?” She hesitated for a moment.
“Mine wasn’t important. But his was to be some woman’s mystery
lover. To make love to a woman who didn’t know what he looked
like, sounded like, even his name. So I suggested you, Tina.”
“Me!?” “I know he’s a total stranger to you, that’s kinda the point,
but I know him. I’ve dated him for quite a few weeks. And you’re
not seeing anyone right now. So I know we’re best friends,
but are we good enough friends that I can ask a favor like
this of you?” I didn’t say ‘no’, probably because I was just
too stunned. “Just think about it. There’s no rush.”


She dropped this on me Friday night just before she left.
Apparently she wanted to give me the weekend to think about
it, which I did, but looking back on it, I should have agreed
right away. I don’t know how many times I thought to myself
that I would trust Susan with my life. So having sex with
her boyfriend because she wants to fulfill one of his fantasies
seems almost trivial by comparison. And since I hadn’t
had any in some time and he couldn’t be any worse than some
of the losers I’ve had in bed, I thought “Why not?”


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“Great!” she said when I called her up. “Any particular
night good for you?” “Whenever you want.” “Then I’ll call him now and set it up.” She hung up the phone
and I waited. I started to feel a little sick almost immediately,
but I shouldn’t have. Who asks you to have sex with her boyfriend?
But you’re just doing your best friend a favor. Although
it was more like you’re doing the boyfriend a favor. But
he didn’t ask you, she did. But maybe he’s controlling and
manipulating her. Then again I’ve never known her to keep
seeing a guy who mistreated her. I ran to the bathroom and
threw up. I needed to get that out of me and I felt better afterwards.
I was overanalyzing the situation. Surprisingly only
a few moments had passed during all of my mental conflict
and agonizing. The phone rang. “Wednesday night at your place?” Susan asked. “Fine. Uhhhh….” “I’ll be there first. I’ll blindfold you and I’ll do most
of the talking. If he talks at all it’ll only be in a soft whisper
in your ear so you won’t know what he really sounds like.”
“You’ll be here too? The whole time?” “Of course.” “Okay. Wednesday then.” She hung up and I felt a million
percent better knowing that she would be here also.


At work on Monday I could barely keep my mind on the Peterson
account. I was still a bit uneasy but found my excitement
level starting to build. What would he be like? I thought
about every man Susan had ever dated. Leo was over six feet
tall, lean but muscular with a German accent (and a schlong,
or so Suzie said) as thick as a knockwurst. Barry wasn’t much taller than me, ill-at-ease around others,
quiet and a bit nerdy. But when he spoke Italian, I could
close my eyes and be transported to the Old World. I’d feel
as if I’d lived my entire life on a mountain vineyard overlooking
the sea, the aroma of wine intoxicating my soul and a gentle
Mediterranean breeze caressing my scantily clad, sun
kissed body. Then there was Martelli, the magician. Quince, the drummer.
Trevor, the photojournalist. Maroc, the professional
gambler. Every one of them had at least one beautiful or
enticing quality, but none had the complete set. And no
two were even remotely similar in appearance. As Wednesday approached, I found that my initial physical
reaction of rapid heartbeat, nervousness and sweating
hadn’t changed, but the reason for it had. Now I was actually
excited, anticipatory, impatient for the night to arrive.
A complete stranger was going to use me for his sex toy. Be
inside my body! I would be his fantasy woman and then he would
leave, never knowing who he was. It might be somebody I see
all the time. The security guard in the lobby. That really
cute blond guy who gets off on the sixth floor. It would be
great if it was him. Maybe he was one of my neighbors. I looked
around the office and realized that it could be any one of
my coworkers that might be inside my apartment tonight…inside
my bed…inside my pussy. My heart started pounding, forcing
my tits to strain against my bra, and my thighs started getting
wet from the juices that began flowing out of my cunt. I hurried
to the restroom, got in a stall and fingered myself to the
best orgasm I ever had…with or without a man. It was to set
the mood for the entire evening.


“You’re alone?” I said to Susan. I looked into the hallway
as she came in then closed the door. “Of course, ” she said, walking into my bedroom. “You can’t
see what he looks like.” She started taking off her clothes.
“Now get naked, put the blindfold on…” She took a black,
velvet blindfold out of her purse and tossed it on the bed.
“…then I’ll call him and tell him to come up. He’s waiting
in the lobby.” I did as she instructed and lied on the bed
while she made the call. My heart pounded in my ears as my
thoughts raced over what was going to happen. Certainly
nothing I hadn’t done before, I assumed. Then again, everything
in my sex life up until now hadn’t exactly been spectacular,
so hopefully it will be different. “I see you bought the hair remover, ” she said as she placed
her hand on my bare pussy. Her fingers slowly danced all
over my naked snatch, then she easily slipped two of them
into my quickly dampening cunt. “Much better than shaving,
isn’t it?” “Yes!” I blurted out. This was the first time I’d ever felt
a woman’s touch on that part of my body, and I liked it! Maybe
it was the build up to the whole evening that made her touch
so exhilarating, or maybe some lesbian tendencies were
beginning to surface. Either way, I was enjoying it so much
that I had momentarily forgotten about her boyfriend.
To my slight annoyance, Susan abandoned my little girl
when the doorbell rang, let her boyfriend in and led him
to my bedroom. A few seconds passed. “He says you have a very sexy body.” “Thank you, ” I said appreciatively. “He also says he’ll enjoy making you cum so hard, you’ll
feel as if every molecule in your pussy exploded.” I smiled. “Not as much as I would enjoy it.” “Lie on your stomach.” I did as she said. Then I heard the
rustling of clothes as he obviously got undressed. I also
heard a zipper purring, but it sounded too heavy and long
for a pair of pants. He must have brought in a satchel of some
kind which contained…what I was soon to find out. “How do you feel?” Susan asked. “Fine.” “Just fine? You say that as if you do this every other day.
How do you really feel?” I collected my thoughts for a moment then said “Scared…excited…nervous.”
“Turned on? Horny?” “Yes, but now that it’s all happening, I‘m more nervous
than horny.” “That’s okay. You can leave it up to us to make you horny.”
She got on the bed and whispered right into my ear. “The absolutely
most important thing is for you to be relaxed. Not your body.
We’ll take care of that. But relax your mind. Free yourself
from stress. Take a few, slow deep breaths while emptying
your mind of everything. Work, family, neighbors. Everything.
Then imagine you’re floating in a black void and focus all
your senses on touch. Don’t focus by straining your mind.
Just clear your mind. Feel nothing but our touch. Hear nothing
but my voice.” I did as she instructed. It was a little difficult shutting
out all the problems of the world, but soon I was drifting
in my own carefree universe. A moment later I felt each of
them bend one leg back at the knee and put cotton socks on
my feet. Then each of them took one foot and started to massage
it. She said that they were going to relax my body…well…go
ahead. I do a lot for others. This time I’ll let somebody
do for me. I had gotten a total body massage on my last vacation, but
for some reason the softness of the cotton felt better against
my feet than a pair of bare hands. And having both massaged
at the same time was also more enjoyable. They gently kneaded
and squeezed a lifetime’s worth of standing, walking and
running out of my tootsies in only a few minutes. Then they
went to work on my calves and upper legs. They were both very
good at relieving any tension. I wasn’t the least bit nervous
any more. I was just enjoying it. Then Susan said “Get on
your knees and lift your ass up into the air.” ‘Was it time
for a butt fuck already?’ I thought to myself, but I did as
she asked. She continued caressing my legs while the stranger
gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. Then a bolt of sexual
energy shot up from my asshole all the way to my head. Now
I know why Susan wanted me to wash my sphincter. It wasn’t his dick but his wet tongue that entered my ass
crack. He bathed my puckered hole in his saliva and my head
started swimming. Getting fucked in the ass was alright,
but I didn’t know that place could be made to feel so good.
It was like I discovered a whole new part of my body that never
existed before. My heart rate must have immediately jumped
to 200. After he spent an all too little amount of time enjoying
my most vulnerable spot, although an hour wouldn’t have
been enough time, he went down to the edge of my pussy. With
his tongue flat up against my body to cover as much area as
possible, he slowly worked his way up the crevice of my posterior
until he was almost to my waist. Then he slid the underside
of his tongue back down the same way. He swabbed my crack
up and down, up and down, occasionally licking or kissing
my cheeks and, best of all, forcing the tip of his tongue
ever so slightly into my asshole. A thin layer of sweat began
to envelop my body as my sexual engine went into overdrive.
I was hot, sweaty, my breath was hard and fast, and my legs
still tingled from where Susan was caressing them. He deposited
a little glob of saliva on my puckered hole, as well as above
and below it. Then he sent a thin stream of air through his
lips onto the wetness and again I felt that same bolt of sexual
energy shoot through my body. He’d just spent the past few
minutes overheating my ass, and now he was doing an instant
cool down. The contrasting sensations were mind blowing.
At this point I would have paid him to ram his dick straight
up into my over activated ass. I think I’d gotten more stimulation
from that part of my body in the past few minutes than from
my pussy in my entire life. And I wanted more. I wanted his
meat stick all the way up inside me. I wanted every nerve
ending in my asshole to be pulsating from the pressure of
his cock. But it was not to be. He stopped and moved away. I felt disappointed, frustrated,
even angry as he left my butt alone and exposed, the sweat
and saliva cooling my hot cheeks as the liquids evaporated,
but my sadness was short-lived. As his fingers started
to travel over my legs, I felt her hands pull my ass cheeks
apart. Then she began to anoint my shithole with her oral
juices. But whereas he was more delicate and controlled,
she dove right in to my chasm and didn‘t come up for air. She
sounded like a four-year-old diving into a banana split
as she licked and slurped at my shit chute. We had both expressed
some curiosity about the idea of being with another woman,
but obviously she already had a lot of experience in that
area. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me before. Maybe she
didn’t think I could accept it. Perhaps her parents gave
her a lot of grief over it. At this point, the thing that pissed
me off the most was the fact that she didn’t tell me sooner.
I could have been enjoying the sensation of her lips on my
ass for years. When she’d gotten her fill, she instructed me to lie flat
again and I reluctantly did. I’d never felt this relaxed
yet aroused before. Looking back, they were right to stop
kissing my ass. I was getting too hot and too horny too fast.
They got me back down to a slow boil by massaging my back.
The stranger molded my neck and shoulder muscles like an
artist sculpting a clay statue. Each gentle squeeze and
stroke replaced any remaining stiffness or anxiety with
serenity and bodily bliss. All the while Susan‘s palms
attended to the needs and desires of my lower back, exerting
just the right amount of pressure on my sides and spine while
occasionally slipping her fingers between my cheeks,
tickling my wet, wrinkled sphincter, and rekindling the
inferno they had ignited earlier in my ass crack. When they were finished I turned over and the front half
of my body began to receive my friends’ precious sexual
offerings. They affably shared my lower regions, both
sets of hands roaming up and down, not allowing a single
square inch of flesh to go unattended. But my human leg warmers
took special care not to indulge my pussy. Not just yet.
Her time would cum soon enough. They pulled my feet towards either side, spreading me apart
for easy access. The stranger got onto the bed between my
legs and began to kiss and lick my inner thighs. He drenched
the crease between my leg and torso with his saliva and blew
on it with the same thin stream of air that sent my ass into
a state of orgiastic bliss. I instinctively began rubbing
my clit, but Susan quickly took me by the wrists and put my
hands near my head. “We’ll decide when you get to cum, ” she said firmly. Then
she began to cover my face with kisses. For years I envied
those soft, pouty lips of hers, wishing they were on my face,
and now they were. After she had made sure that every part
of my face and neck got some of her attention, she placed
her lips on mine and invaded my panting mouth with her tongue.
It quickly discovered mine and I didn’t resist in the least.
On the contrary, my tongue was delighted to have a new playmate.
And my lower orifice was doing even better. The stranger’s
tongue plunged deep into my pussy and was painting the inside
of it with his saliva. He devoured my labia and kissed all
the flesh around my smooth, hairless pussy, leaving my
clit virtually untouched. I was starting to get pissed.
I’d been more than ready to cum by now but these two fuckers
wouldn’t fuck me. My tummy tingled as his kissed his way
up to my cleavage then licked his way through the valley
of my tits until he reached my mouth where all three of our
tongues became entangled. They both got up and each took an arm, gently caressing my
skin. I tried to pull away once or twice to give my clit the
attention it so desperately wanted, but I was helpless
against the two of them. They even sucked my fingers, one
by one, and finished by licking my palms. The foreplay was
great but how about some fuckin’? He held both my arms while
Susan fumbled around in the satchel for something. Then
she put, what I later found out to be, a Velcro handcuff around
my wrist and tied it to the bedpost. “What are you doing?” I asked with more curiosity than concern.
“It’s all part of the fantasy, ” she replied matter-of-factly.
He did the same to my other wrist, then they both did my ankles.
I was spread eagle on my bed, loosely tied but still barely
able to move more than an inch. I hoped that they were going
to finally finish my pussy off. No such luck. I don’t know
how often I wished a guy would spend more time on foreplay,
but now I just wanted the sex. Starting at the base of my tits,
each one softly placed one of their fingers on my flesh and
slowly began to trace a circle around my mounds. They slowly
spiraled their way up and around towards my nipples. At
least that was what they planned. The sensation was like
the opposite of a mosquito bite. Instead of wanting to stop
an annoying itch, I wanted to stop the exhilarating stimulation.
So I moved my chest around to rub up against their hands.
“We didn‘t give you permission to do that, ” she said with
a slight chuckle. “Now we’ll have to start all over.” And
they both went back to the bottom. Again, slowly, agonizingly
they wound their way around my tits. Occasionally a finger
would slip a little on the sweat escaping from my body. I
was horny as hell and furious. “Fuck me! Why don’t you fuck me!?“ This time I was sure one
of them laughed. I didn’t know if I was going to pass out from
being overheated, from my soaring blood pressure or from
exhaustion. I just prayed that they would let me cum first.
When, after an eternity, their fingers finally arrived
at their destination, they instead used the tips of their
tongues to circle around my areolas. Again, around and
around spiraling in. My nipples were hard enough to cut
glass when they started chewing on them. Chewing, nibbling,
taking them in their teeth and pulling them away until they
released them and my tits bounced back, knocking against
each other and splashing some of my sweat. Susan cruelly
ran the tips of her fingers softly around my areolas while
the sadistic stranger gently ran a feather over my swollen
clit. I moved my pelvis up but it was no good. A feather was
too soft. I could feel it but I could never exert enough pressure
against it in order to cum. And they knew it. I felt like a
race car being floored but my chassis was up on the blocks
with no wheels. My engine was doing 300 mph but I was getting
absolutely nowhere. My blindfold was getting damp from
my tears. I was beginning to think that their real fantasy
was to torture me. Both of them. “Fuck me, ” I whimpered. “Please fuck me.” “You’re a horny little slut, aren‘t you? And you need to
be fucked really bad, don’t you?” Susan asked. “Yes, ” I sobbed. “Say it.” “I’m a horny little slut and I need to be fucked really bad.”
“Louder!” “I‘M A HORNY LITTLE SLUT AND I NEED TO BE FUCKED REALLY BAD!
PLEEE-E-E-EASE!” “Alright, we’ll let you cum but on one condition. From now
on, you are our slave. We own you, and you will obey our every
command. Agreed?” “Yes! Anything! Just fuck me! Please!” “Please fuck me, Master.” “Please fuck me, Master! Now! Hard!” My new Master put his palm flat on my pussy and held my clit
firmly between two of his fingers. With his other hand he
furiously rubbed my clit. Within seconds my pussy felt
as if every molecule in it had just exploded. My entire body
convulsed and shook like I was having a seizure. The bed
even got banged…up against the wall. My orgasm burst out
of my cunt and waves of sexual energy radiated throughout
my entire body. I gasped for air as I quivered and pulled
against my bonds, fortunate that they were there to restrain
me otherwise I might have seriously injured myself. I managed
to catch my breath after a few moments. “Oh, God! That was incredible!” Helpless and spent, I just
laid there while my Mistress went back to over stimulating
the sweaty flesh and softening nipples of my tits. My Master
just slowly rubbed his fingers over my clit, very gently,
very casually. Even though I’d had my orgasm, my body still
tingled from their extended foreplay. And because I was
still charged up, it took their very talented hands only
a few moments to get my pussy going again. Then my Master
quickened his fingers over my swollen nub. “I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna…!” Again my cunt pulsated
and more of my juices flowed from my hole. My second orgasm
wasn’t anything like the first, but it was still better
than most of the fucking I’ve had in my entire life. Then
they started in again. Slowly caressing my clit and tits
for a few moments then furiously rubbing my clit. Time after
time after time they did this. I must have had a dozen orgasms
in the space of ten minutes. I don’t know. I lost count. My
head was swimming and my body was exhausted from the sexual
marathon they were putting me through. I begged them to stop after my umpteenth orgasm, which wasn’t
really an orgasm at all since by this point my cunt was so
used up, it was just twitching like an involuntary muscle
spasm. “Please, no more, ” I cried. “Please, Mistress.” “Please, Mistress. No more. Please stop.” She grabbed
my hair firmly. “From now on, you will always call me Mistress. Understand?
We own you now and you will show us the proper respect. Is
that absolutely clear?” “Yes, Mistress, but please stop.” I pleaded with them both
to stop, but I was so weak, my pleas must have seemed half-hearted.
“No more, Mistress. Please, ” I said over and over again,
only to go unheeded. Finally, after an eternity of a few
minutes, they ended their exquisite sexual torture of
my body. “Had enough?” My Mistress asked. This time I’m sure she
had a smile on her face when she asked. “Yes, Mistress. Please. Thank you.” They both stopped and left me lying there. I was almost hyperventilating.
My body, especially my tits and clit, still tingled. I was
half delirious and half euphoric. “Of course your Master still has to get off. You don’t mind
if he fucks you, do you?” “No! Please, I can’t take anymore!” “Mistress!” she corrected. “Mistress! Please no more!” “A slave does not have the right to refuse her Master, but
we can be considerate. He’ll fuck you up the ass instead.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Mistress. Master. Thank you.” They untied
my ankles and my Master got on the bed between my legs. He
lifted my ankles up to my head and slid his thick cock into
my shithole. Since my ass was well lubricated with saliva,
sweat and cum, his dick slid easily and without resistance.
That wasn’t surprising since I was so drained, my sphincter
muscles didn’t have enough energy to resist the anal invasion.
His cock felt wonderfully thick but there was no discomfort
as he pumped my hole. “You’ve got a nice, firm shapely little butt, you slut.
Just the kind that needs to be fucked good and hard.” Mistress
sounded like she was behind my Master. “Yeah, I really like
watching his dick pounding into your little bunghole.
Stretching it wider and wider with every thrust. The sound
of his balls slapping against your cheeks. It’s really
making me wet. You’re gonna be drinking a lot of pussy juice.”
An hour ago I would have been scared and even a little repulsed
about eating out someone’s snatch. But after what they
just did to me, I would have happily sucked the shit out of
my Mistress’s ass and eaten it like it was filet mignon.
I was their sex slave. And if this was the kind of treatment
I was in for, I wanted them to own me for the rest of my life.
My Master stuck his tongue into my panting mouth and we exchanged
saliva as he increased his thrusts into my asshole. His
grip on my ankles tightened and he moaned down my throat
as his cum shot out of his balls and all the up into my anal
channel. When every dropped of spunk was out of his body
and into mine, he rubbed my tits and torso as he continued
to kiss me. The incredible sensual stimulation they had
produced on my flesh was gone with a few strokes. After a
few minutes of kissing he had gotten his fill and got up.
My hands were still tied as I heard the toilet flush and my
Master get dressed. A moment later he was gone. Mistress came back and untied my hands. I took off the blindfold
and looked at her. “That was incredible, Mistress, ” I
said unnecessarily. “For you, perhaps. But it’s not over, slave. Get up.” I obeyed
as she sat on the edge of my bed. “On your knees in front of
me and start eating.” She laid back on the bed and spread
her legs wide for me. My strength was returning and I happily
went down on Mistress. I plunged my tongue into her slit
as far as it would go and licked every drop of goo off of her
sugar walls. I greedily swallowed, wanting my Mistress
inside me instead but appreciatively accepting whatever
part of her I could have. Her cum tasted like a long and blissful
future of sweet submission to a dominating but loving and
caring owner. I kissed the soft and supple flesh of her thighs
and licked the sweat off her delicious skin. Her hairless
snatch was not only a heavenly sight, but it gave me that
much more area to love with my fingers, lips and tongue.
Now I understand how a dog could be so devoted to its master
and gratefully lick the hand that feeds it. My Master and
Mistress filled my stomach and ass with their love, and
if they were to tie me up and fuck me like they just did even
once a month, I wouldn’t hesitate to get on my knees where
I belong and serve them for eternity. My Mistress got up, knelt down a foot away from the bed, bent
over and rested her arms on the mattress. I stared at her
big, magnificent tits hanging down. They stretched so
far that her saucer sized areolas almost scraped against
the floor. She must have had lower back muscles like an ox
to be able to hold those enormous udders up every day. I wished
my mouth was large enough to take in each mammoth mammary
and suck it to delight of my Mistress. She looked at me and
then looked at her own ass. “You know what to do, ” she said.
I smiled with delight at the opportunity to give my Mistress
the same anal pleasure that she had given me. I eagerly spread
her cheeks apart and jammed my tongue into her anus. I wriggled
it around and quickly tried to shove it in as far up into her
hole as it would go. “Not so fast. You’re like a man fucking a pussy. How about
some foreplay? A little kissing and licking before you
get inside my ass?” “Sorry Mistress.” I reluctantly pulled my tongue out of
her shithole but my Mistress was right. I covered every
glorious square inch of her soft, firm ass flesh with my
lips. Then I began to give her gentle but noticeable love
bites on her cheeks. “Mmm, that’s nice. I never thought about doing that before.
I like it. Very good, slave.” “Thank you, Mistress.” My heart soared with pride and satisfaction
over my Mistress’s compliment. I started licking her butt
crack like a four-year-old on an ice cream cone. In no time
her wrinkled pucker was drenched with my saliva. I gave
her cheeks a few more long licks for good measure then pushed,
squirmed and forced my tongue into her anal cavity as far
as it would go. Then when I had reached my limit, I pulled
out then plunged back in again. I fucked her ass with my tongue
for a few minutes then made a request. “May I suck your clit and make you cum, Mistress?” I desperately
wanted to bring my owner to orgasm. She got up and sat on the
bed again. “And then eat my cunt juices. Don’t forget that.” “Never, Mistress.” She leaned back and I started in on her
pleasure center. Slowly and easily like I did with her ass.
I put my hands to good use stroking her thighs and calves,
pleasing her with whatever part of my body was available.
“Mmmmm. Very nice. Very nice indeed. You‘re very satisfying,
slave.” “Thank you, Mistress.” It was hard to believe but a few compliments
and moans of pleasure from this woman were as emotionally
satisfying as the multiple orgasms I had were physically
satisfying. Like a mother to a child, this woman was my whole
world. Having her attention, receiving a kind word, knowing
that I’m making her happy. This is what I exist for now and
I wouldn’t want it any other way. “Faster, bitch! Harder!” I frantically rubbed her clit
with my fingers. If I didn’t get her off I would die inside.
“Oooooooooh…..GOD!” She pulled my face into her sopping
cunt and I quickly began drinking her nectar. Despite her
tremendous quantity of pussy fluid, it didn’t take me long
to guzzle it all down. My tongue probed deeply into her hole
searching out more liquid. I checked out her thighs and
then her ass cheeks, just in case any had slid down into her
butt crack. But there was none to be found. I went back to
licking her vagina, sucking on her labia and swabbing her
clit with my tongue. Meanwhile, my hands traveled up and
down the length of her body as far as I could go. From her delicate
feet, gliding up her shapely legs, to her flat, firm tummy
and finally reaching an impasse at her immense, gigantic
jugs. I loved every inch of my Mistress’s body and a few minutes
later she rewarded me again with more of her delicious cum.
When she had her fill she let me lay in bed beside her. Even
as she talked, I never stopped caressing my owner’s sexy,
silky flesh. “I’ve thought long and hard about why I could never find
the right guy, and I found out it’s because there isn’t one.
Emotionally, I think I’ve always needed a woman. That’s
why I told you that it was my boyfriend’s fantasy to fuck
a woman who would never know him.” “I don’t understand, Mistress.” “I was the one who really wanted to fuck you. I love men and
I still need a thick rod made out of flesh and blood inside
me every now and then, but emotionally I think I can only
connect with a woman. So I’ve decided to have the best of
both worlds. When I want a cock, I’ll go to him. But you slave
will give me a lifetime of love, devotion and servitude.”
I couldn’t have been more pleased with my owner’s decree.



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That was a couple of years back. Since then, my Mistress
seduced my brother, and now the three of us own a house. He
fucks both of us and I serve both of them. My other Master,
the stranger, comes by on the weekends to provide me with
mind-shattering body-quivering multiple orgasms, as
well as during the week whenever he wants a blowjob or to
fuck me up the ass. He also fucks my Mistress whenever he
wants a change of pace. My brother knocked up my Mistress
and my unknown Master got me pregnant, so when our children
are older, we’ll have to make other sexual arrangements.
Depending on who’s fucking who, one person will have to
take the kids to the park or movies while the others are getting
laid. Or perhaps we’ll use my unknown Master’s apartment. Like
the Batcave, seeing it from the inside won’t reveal my Master’s
secret identity. I’m still curious about who he is but I
never want to find out. That single moment of satisfaction
will never be worth sacrificing the inherent excitement
and eroticism I feel when I’m getting fucked by a complete
stranger. Or maybe he isn’t a stranger. Maybe he’s someone
I meet on a daily basis. That uncertainty only adds to the
excitement. Sometimes I fantasize that he’s Brad Pitt
(or at least looks like him). Sometimes he looks like Sean
Connery or Marlon Brando when they were young and really
hot. Why not? I don’t know what he looks like so he could look
like anybody I want him to. Maybe next time it’ll be Tom Selleck’s
dick that I’m sucking.

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I loved it !!!!

4/28/2008

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that was amazing! what a great triple play! i will dream
of being one of your 3 characters. tstranger is mot one of
my favorite actors. he has a good part, but not full time.

4/28/2008

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I liked your story so much it gave me a grand idea...I think
I will have to try your story line and see how that works out
for me.

4/28/2008

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Awesome story. As I read it, I realized I was starting to
fill up with cum. I didnt even have to touch my clit to flood
my pants.

4/28/2008

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great story, pro writing skills.

4/28/2008

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Ditto...delicious



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Cassanova had the right idea......

4/29/2008

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awesome story!

5/1/2008

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read it agian, truly love it.

5/2/2008

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YOU know it is about time that two women get together for some girl time in the bed room -- I do know that a woman knows what a woman wants in sex -- ha you both have the sam e body --

9/28/2017

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Wish i was there to clean as well.

11/21/2017