A Modern Kajira, Part 4: The Love Furs SeXStoRY

Master set kata down rather roughly, but she didn’t mind. Instead, she did obeisance before Him and waited with bated breath for his next order. The order came quickly. “Get wine from the fridge in the corner and pour it into the chilled crystal goblets beside the bottle, then spread the love furs and light the lamp of love. The love furs are the white, fluffy blankets on the second shelf of the closet, and the lamp of love is the Oriental lamp beside My bed. Lie naked upon them and wait for my next orders. You may stand now.” “Thank you, Master,” she whispered lovingly, then stood and walked gracefully to the refrigerator, being sure to make her ass wiggle subtly as she did so. The wine was a sweet dessert red. Next to it were two crystal goblets, one large and intricate and one small and plain. She poured the wine, filling Master’s goblet full and hers only half full. She then brought them to Master, who reclined on the king-sized bed, again making sure to walk gracefully and undulate her breasts in a pleasing manner. She knelt before Him with one leg folded beneath her and the other extended behind her with the toes pointed. The bent leg was the one with the kef brand, both in order to avoid pain and in order to display to master the glorious, irrefutable fact that she was His slave. She raised the goblets above her head, her eyes lowered modestly but her breasts thrust out proudly to display her nipples that were still erect from the cold of the refrigerator and no small measure of sexual desire. She could feel the warm, throbbing openness inside her pussy again, and her clitoris was exquisitely sensitive. For a moment, she was concerned that her wetness would stain His carpet where her open pussy was pressed against the floor, but there was nothing she could do about that. Nathan was stunned at the fluency with which which she performed her moves and her knowledge of Gorean ways. This girl had certainly done her research! He took the large goblet, trying to keep his expression masterful and neutral, but he was excited not only sexually but emotionally. Nevertheless, his primary feeling was the intense, urgent throbbing of his cock. He drained the cup quickly and motioned for kata to drink as well. She drank it as quickly as she could without being indelicate and waited for his command to rise. He motioned upward with his hand, and she rose and walked seductively to the closet, where she took out the love furs. She looked questioningly under her eyelids at Master, asking without words where He wanted her to spread the furs. “There.” Nathan pointed to a spot at the foot of the bed, near the refrigerator. She spread them obediently on the floor, bending low so that he could see her breasts jiggle. She then lit the red-shaded Oriental lantern, spreading a warm glow across the room. She then lay back on the furs, with her wrists crossed over her head and her knees up, legs open. She looked up at Master shyly. The beauty and vulnerability of her was too much for Nathan. He undid his belt, kicked off his pants impatiently, and stood for a moment in his stretched underwear, admiring the soft, wet, sweet prize before him with his dark, proud eyes under their straight black eyebrows. The muscles of his tall, lean, fit body were as hard and defined as metal, if metal were a dusky olive color, slightly lighter on the area that would be covered by swim trunks. His fat-free abdominal muscles were in the shape of a classic six-pack, and his hips and thighs were long and lean but still square and brutal in shape. His shoulders were broad, with muscles that stood out as clearly as they would if he had no skin at all. His arms, like his body, were long and lean, not artificially enhanced like those of a bodybuilder, but nevertheless would be terrifyingly strong if he chose to inflict blows. In fact, there was nothing at all artificial about him. Unlike male models and bodybuilders, this man did not remove his chest, armpit, and leg hair in that effeminate way that makes models and bodybuilders look as though they are either made of plastic or did not fully complete puberty. No, her Master was proud of His masculinity. But now Master was weary of looking at his kajira. He wanted to possess her smooth, soft, slender body. With one brisk movement, he stepped out of his underwear and released his large, stern, upward-curving cock. kata could not help but gasp in amazement at the sight of the marvelous weapon; 8 inches long and proud and an angry red, pulsing with bluish veins, and His well-proportioned balls riding high against the shaft in excitement. She spread her legs wider and tried to look as seductive and helpless as possible. Nathan, of course, was past the point of looking at her. He knelt above her on the furs and grabbed one thigh in each hand, pulling them roughly apart, then plunged f***efully inside her, as deep as he could, ramming his rod against her cervix with vigorous thrusts. kata cried out in pleasure as the upper side of his cock rubbed directly against her G-spot, stimulating it again and again with each thrust while his girth stretched her, making the rim of her pussy-hole ache deliciously. Nevertheless, she managed to keep her wrists crossed above her head like a proper slave, rather than presumptuously wrapping her arms around him. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced with her past lovers. They were too gentle, too weak. They did not ravish her, use her, make her feel like a toy in their strong arms. This man was more than a lover, he was a Master; her Master. She could feel the upwelling of feeling begin inside her again, rising and rising as her pussy tensed, pulling him deeper inside her. She was so wet that her juices coated his cock and made a sucking sound as he moved in and out of her. Then the feeling spilled over as her pussy and womb contracted again and again until she saw spots. “Oh, Master! Master, yes, YES! OHHH!!” A long moan of pleasure f***ed itself from her chest as she came harder than she had ever come in her life. When it had passed, she sagged back against the furs, her knees shaking and her eyes closed with pleasure. Her wrists, still crossed above her head, were no longer contracted into fists of passion, but limp and helpless. But is wasn’t over, not by a long shot. Master was not willing to give up his prize so easily. He seized her breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard, then lowered his head and began to suck them roughly, using his lip-covered teeth to stretch and bruise them; all the while hammering her even harder than he had before. kata, still wet from her last orgasm, became even wetter, and she began to gasp quietly again. She had never thought her breasts very sensitive, as they barely responded to the light touches and kisses that her previous lovers had given them, but now she understood why. It was rough usage that they craved, bruising sucks and pinches that made her breasts tingle as though she were lactating and her milk was coming down. “Mmmm, oh yes, oh MASTER, yes!” she groaned. Master did not seem to acknowledge her cries by facial expression, but responded physically to her passion by lifting her legs and throwing them over each of his shoulders. He then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her body down until her ass rested directly against his ballsack and his cock was entirely sheathed within her pussy. He thrust violently so that her body shook to and fro, abrading her back against the furs. Fortunately, the love furs were of angora, so she felt no pain. At this more upward angle, his cock was always against her G-spot, whether he was on the upstroke or the downstroke, and the head of his cock rubbed up and down the slit of her cervix. Furthermore, the closeness of his body to hers caused his manly bush of black pubic hair to stimulate her clitoris. This double stimulation was so exciting that she felt the throbbing heat begin again. Her toes curled and her back arched as it built up, until the wave crested again, even more powerfully than before. This time, her vision went black for a moment, but when it cleared she found that she was STILL coming, something that she didn’t even think was possible. The contractions of her pussy walls were so strong that they were almost painful. Suddenly, she felt a steady stream of moisture come out of her in rhythm with her orgasm, and for a moment she thought that she was urinating, but then she realized that she was doing something that she was incapable of doing. She was squirting! Frantically, she bucked her hips up and down in seizures of passion. She was so wet that Master moved in and out of her as smoothly as a piston in a factory moving through its casing, but like a piston moving with a controlled, devastating power. “MASTER! Master, please...Oh! OH, MASTER! Oh, yes, YES, YYEESSSS!!!” With a final, affirmative scream, she collapsed against the furs, so weak and drained that she didn’t think she could have moved a muscle if she had wanted to. Master pulled out of her, but the penile punishment wasn’t over. “Nadu, kajira!” The command snapped her out of her reverie, and she looked up. She was so weak, but she was too dedicated of a slave to even dream of disobeying her beloved Master’s orders. She sat up painfully and knelt back on her heels with her back straight, head high, knees wide open, hands on her thighs and eyes lowered. Master seized her hair and pulled her head backward. Terrified, kata began to apologize. What had she done? Had she not pleased him? “This girl begs forgiveness!” she cried, eyes full of tears. Master cut her off with a wave of his hand. “I don’t want your apologies, I want you to suck my rod.” kata could not suppress a sigh of relief. Suck His rod? That was a privilege, not a punishment! Perhaps she had pleased him after all. She nodded and relaxed under his hand as he guided her face to His cock, still clasping her hair. She tenderly kissed the head, then began to run her tongue around the opening of his urethra. Master gasped, but it seemed to be a gasp of pleasure, so kata wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly worked her way along the shaft until it brushed the back of her throat. She had never possessed a gag reflex, a fact that she had found out when she was four and had eaten a poisonous plant. Her frantic mother had stuck a tongue depressor down her throat, but the sick c***d had not responded, and her father had been f***ed to take her to the emergency room. This was fortunate in this situation, as it allowed her to please her Master in a way that other slave girls had not. Still with His cock in the back of her throat, she ran the surface of her tongue over the underside of His cock in a U-shaped motion that provoked an a****listic groan and a tightening of Master’s fingers in her hair. With one hand she stroked his balls, and with the other she combed her fingers gently through his pubic brush. Nathan could not keep his fierce control any longer. This girl was a sorceress with her mouth! The other girls had sucked apathetically, and had avoided deepthroating unless they were specifically ordered to do so; and even then they had gagged. The tongue motion was also unique, not the short, blind licks of his other slaves. With a growl, he withdrew himself from her mouth and hauled her to a standing position by her hair. “On your hands and knees, legs apart, and turn around!” he ordered in a shaking voice. kata immediately assumed the position, and Nathan wasted no time. He seized her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples as he did so, and thrust himself violently into her wet, gaping pussy that was swollen with use and desire. He hammered her so fiercely that her arms almost gave way, but she propped herself on her elbows instead. Besides, she could no longer feel the strain on her arms; not when the shaft of his cock was abrading her G-spot and the tip was battering into the small pouch at the top of the vagina, on each side of the cervix. She could feel the throbbing, burning buildup to orgasm begin again. “OOHHHH!! PLEASE, MASTER! PLEASE...OH, YES! YYYEEESSS! MASTERRR!!!” She came again, once again experiencing the still-novel squirt at climax. Spasms rocked her body as she pressed herself backward to take all of him inside her as she came. She could not see, she could not breathe, she could only feel. At the sound of his slave’s voice pleading and crying out his title, MASTER, as she came for the third time, Nathan came harder than he had ever come in his life. He too was blind, and he too cried out. “YES, TAKE IT! TAKE YOUR MASTER’S ROD, YOU JUICY FILTHY GODDAMN SLUT!” Seed spurted from the end of his rod in jet after jet, so much of it that it poured out from around his cock and dripped like rain onto the furs, which were already sticky with kata’s juices. It felt as though his entire body was being drained into this wonderful, obedient, sex-witch of a slave. Finally it was over, and Master pulled out, his cock limp and shrunken with satisfaction. kata collapsed onto her belly, breathing in shuddering gasps, her legs wet with cum down to the knees and her makeup smudged into a harlequin mess with sweat, cock-sucking and tears of pleasure. Nathan stared at his exhausted kajira in a post coital glow, then tenderly picked her up and laid her on her back. He gave her cheek a few gentle slaps to wake her. “M-Master?” Nathan did not smile with his mouth, but his eyes said it all. Reclining on his back, he snapped his fingers and pointed to a place beside him in the furs. “Nestle, kajira.” Without a sound, kata crawled humbly to the crook of Master’s elbow, where she sank down and fell instantly into and exhausted sl**p. Nathan tried to keep his eyes open, but he too soon succumbed to sl**p, his arm around the warm, soft slave beside him.

HIS TERRIBLY HARD PENIS SeXStoRY

By Joy J. I'm a sixty-year old widow who did something she probably should be ashamed of. The truth is, I'm not ashamed at all. In fact, I feel quite good about it. Not only did I enjoy doing it, it made me feel like a woman again. I've read that having sex with a younger man will do that. My name is Joy and his name was Eric. He worked for the lawn mowing service that maintains the grounds at the senior complex where I live. I'd been watching him all summer, admiring his muscular body as he walked by my window. After just a few weeks of leering, I realized the unusual effect this young boy was having on me. The older lady wanted him sexually. Yes, that's right! I needed this handsome young man to screw my still beautiful, still horny body. Eric couldn't have been much more than twenty, but was very good-looking. And in my old fashioned mind, there was no reason a young handsome man like Eric would want an old woman like me. While it's true I didn't look my age, and my figure was extremely nice for a woman of any age, I couldn't imagine a handsome young man wanting a desperate old woman whose horniness was driving her up the proverbial wall. Then, I thought of a way. When my husband died, he left me rather well off. I have more money than I'll ever need. His main concern was that I be able to get along and be happy in my later years. Mike was good that way. I had everything I needed and was totally happy. But was I really happy? As I stared out the window at this incredibly good-looking young man, I realized I wasn't happy at all. Even with all the money, and all the material things I possessed, I just wasn't totally happy. I hadn't had sex since way before my husband died. How could I possibly be happy without sex? I loved sex. I needed sex. I needed a man's penis inside my still beautiful body, the big beautiful penis of this terribly handsome young man who was mowing my lawn. As he worked under the hot, boiling sun, I could see the perspiration rolling down his face and the rest of his wonderfully golden body. Seeing him sweat like that was terribly exciting. So much so, I imagined the two of us making mad passionate love, sweating profusely as we fucked intensely. Oh, Goodness! I can't believe I said that. I used the F word. Gosh, I would never say that with my husband. He disliked it immensely in a woman. He never swore himself. He was spanky clean. He was . . .. Christ! He was fucking dead. The man was dead and his wife was very much alive and still very horny. So, the answer was a simple one. I would pay this young man to have sex with me. I would give him whatever he asked for and he would give me what I needed: his wonderfully young, terribly hard penis. With a definite plan in mind, I invited him in for a cold drink. At the time, I was wearing a transparent robe over a bright red pair of baby dolls I had bought at Victoria's Secret just for this purpose. The nightgown did nothing to hide my plentiful, fully erect breasts. And along with the sexy see through negligee, I was wearing white thigh stockings and a pair of six inch red spike heels. Both items really accentuated my solidly built, if I do say so myself, beautifully shaped legs. To say the horny widow looked hot would be a gross understatement. The fact is, I looked like a trashy whore, but frankly, that's exactly the look I wanted. “I thought you might be thirsty,” I said to the young man who was even better looking than I thought, and was showing off something of his own as he drank the glass of water very slowly: his wonderfully young, terribly hard penis. "I . . . I was!" he stammered while staring at me like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Only wrinkled up old fogies live at the complex where he earned his money to pay for college, not well built, made-up-for-sex women like Mrs. Joy J. This was good. I had gotten his attention. It was time to hold it. I let my robe fall open as I poured him another glass of water. “Would you like some more?” I asked while showing him my bulging breasts tucked nicely inside the very sexy nightie, as well as my other fine attributes. His eyes bulged and his hand shook. He was unable to answer. All he could do was stare at what the not so old lady was showing off so willingly to him. It was time to give him even more. I casually let my robe slide off my shoulders, then watched his eyes as it fell to the floor, leaving me in all my sexy naked splendor. This time, he spoke. “Jesus Christ, lady! What . . . what are you do . . . doing? You're not supposed to . . . I'm not supposed to . . . Holy fucking shit, lady! You're half undressed!" he said, then turned to leave like he couldn't wait to get away from this crazy old women who thought she could lure him into bed with her sexily clad body. Well, she was wrong. Her little teasing act didn't work. All it did was scare the crap out of the poor young boy who probably had never seen a woman in a sexy negligee. Having failed big time, it was time for plan B. “Wait! Don't go!” I said in desperation as I fumbled through my purse, looking for the hundred-dollar bill I had tucked away for this very purpose. “I need you to stay! Please stay!” I said as I placed the bill on the small table by the front door. I figured this made my intentions quite clear. Eric looked down at the bill and back at me. “I can't believe this! You wanna pay me to do you? Jeez, lady? You don't have to pay anyone to do this hot looking body. Shit, lady! You may be my grandmother's age, but she sure as shit don't look nothin’ like you. Christ, lady! You're hot, real hot!" If I'm so hot looking, why won't you screw me? I asked myself as I moved right up to him. “What is it then? You don't need money? This grandma's much too old for you?” I asked as I slid the straps of my nightie off my shoulders. A few seconds later, the flimsy red garment was lying by my feet and I was totally naked except for my stockings and shoes. “Or is it maybe you don't need this!" “Holy fucking shit! You can't be no fucking grandma!” he said in words I wasn't accustomed to hearing. Nevertheless, I took his foul words as a compliment. I did so because I wanted to take something else of his, the terribly hard penis he rubbed against my belly after he grabbed my waist and pulled me against his oh-so-manly body. “You don't have to pay me for this, lady! I'll do a hot body like this for nothing!" In a split second, his mouth pressed to mine and our lips parted. As my tongue found his tongue, both his hands gripped my ass tightly and he rubbed his hard mound wildly against me. I loved what was happening and couldn't wait to have his big hard penis inside me. Then it happened. Oh Lord, did it happen. Not caring if I looked like some hussy, I lay on my bed and spread open my solidly built legs for him. Then, just like some cheap whore, I cried out with words I didn't know I knew, words my dearly departed husband truly despised. But, as I said before, my dearly departed husband was dead and gone and his horny wife was alive and kicking. Oh, yes! She was fucking too, fucking like she never has in all her Goddamn life. “Fuck me baby!” I yelled to my very alive Eric. "Stick it in my cunt and fuck me hard!” I cried out and Eric did exactly that for the horny old lady. “Sure, Joy baby!” Eric said as he knelt on the mattress between my opened legs, his hand holding his massive cock, the cock I wanted more than anything. “I'll do you gladly, baby!” he told me, then leaned forward, letting his stiff rod surge between my moist cunt lips. What I felt was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I became insane with a newfound lust. With a sudden surge of youthful energy, I wrapped my legs around the k** and started doing the incredible. We fucked and we fucked, not stopping until his giant cock exploded inside me and my rejuvenated body shook in orgasm after orgasm. I don't have to tell you how absolutely wonderful that was. Needless to say, I fell asl**p immediately after. It was wonderful, but it was truly exhausting too. When I awoke hours later, Eric was gone and so was the money. His note said he took it because he needed it. It also said I was terrific and he'd love to do me again whether I paid him or not. Not too bad for an old broad, huh? I'm terribly happy now. I no longer feel alone and unwanted. I have someone who wants me on a regular basis. It doesn't matter that he's only twenty and I'm forty years older than he. It also doesn't matter that I give him one hundred dollars each time he comes. The only thing that matters is that Eric gives me the cock I need, and he gives it to me in places my dead husband would never dream of doing. Mike never cared for anal or oral sex. Eric likes them both and in fact, so does Joy. She now sucks cock and she takes it in her beautiful ass too. Oh, yeah! There’s one more thing. She talks dirty too. Thanks for reading my story, Joy J.

Dirty Old Man SeXStoRY

I was 19 almost 20.A girlfriend got me a job interview at the Diner she worked at as a waitress.It was a small Diner owned by this Italian man probably in his late 40's.Ancient to me at the time.She warned me he was a perv.She said he took every opportunity to touch or rub against the girls that worked for him all the time.When I met him I was surprised he was a good looking man.Dark complected,black curly hair and a good solid body.As soon as I was introduced to him I knew I was hired. He was stripping me with his eyes.I wore a tight short mini dress.When I sat in his office I had my legs crossed almost showing my ass.He asked me so many stupid questions just to keep me there checking out my body.All the girls wore tight fitting white uniform dresses and mine was extra short as usual. My friend was right he was a real perv and I played with him constantly.When he rubbed against me I didn't move and let him enjoy it.I would bend over and make sure he was watching so he got a real nice look.I never had panties or a bra on so he was in his glory.We would k** with each other that when he disappeared for a long time to his office he was jerking off and he probably was.One day I walked past his office going to the ladies room the door was half open and I saw him with his dick out jerking off.I stopped and looked for a minute.He had a big man dick.I have to admit I was turned on.I wondered all day what it would feel like to have that big cock in me.When he came out I kept looking at him and I know he didn't know why. For weeks I worked and every time I worked I would tease the hell out of him.I could go on and on about what I did to tease him but what happened is more interesting.I caught him jerking off and this time I walked in the office.By the time he realized I was there I had closed the door and said"why don't you let me take care of that."He got all manly on me and said" come you sweet whore and suck me" in his Italian accent.He dropped his pants and sat in his chair.He said"come suck my dick." I got down on my my knees,took his cock in my hand and started sucking his cock.He was really big but he didn't last long.He shot a huge load of cum in my mouth.I decided I didn't want to swallow it so I let it ooze out around his cock and all over his hair and balls.I thought I'd be a smart ass so when I took my mouth off his cock I rubbed his cum all over his legs and stomach to make a mess for him to clean up.He was pissed and I walked out.It took him a long time to come out and when he did he didn't say a word the rest of the day.I wanted that cock in me though .The next time I worked I stayed around to help him close the Diner.I told him if he wanted me he could have me.He was really nervous.We went in to his office and we started kissing.He had his hands everywhere then he spun me around and pushed me down face first on his desk.He pulled my uniform up over my ass .Next thing I feel the head of his big cock probing my cunt,I was wet and his cock slipped in my cunt easily.He pushed it all the way in and pumped my cunt hard.At first it hurt because he was bigger than I was use to but I got use to it and settled down.He pumped hard and fast holding on to my hips driving his cock deep.My orgasm was building and as he blasted his cum inside me I screamed "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH OH MY GOD." He yelled out something in Italian as he was cumming.He filled me so much I could feel his cum running down my legs.He told me after that he would like me to be his mistress.I asked him what that meant and he told me it meant whenever he wanted me I must give myself to him.I told him no way but I would have sex with him whenever we could.I worked there for 4 months and fucked him quite a bit but that wasn't enough for him.He wanted a mistress,so he fired me.

An Evening with Celia SeXStoRY

Celia was an occasional girlfriend who I cared for a lot, we went out in my car to an English pub, had a couple of drinks and then left in the car to Ham Common near Richmond Park in Surrey, England. We parked up in the bushes, on the front seats she lifted her skirt, took off her pants, undid my trousers and took the belt from them ! She passed me the belt, leant over me and took my cock in her mouth, then I started to smack her bottom with the belt, The harder I smacked the further down Celia went down on my cock! We enjoyed this loads of times and that evening ended up on the back seat with her on top my cock inside her with hand spanks until she came with a moaning cry, I loved dealing with her and do miss her!

Nirvana SeXStoRY

George led me by the hand down a narrow staircase that led to door with a peephole in it. We were both masked and in costumes. Tonight was my initiation into the “ Sacred Dark Heart “ club. I was nervous and both excited by the ritual rites I had to go through. We went into a candle lit room. Women wore red and men wore black capes. The master wore a golden cape. My eyes cast about trying to make out the dim surroundings of the room. I held George’s hand very tightly as we watched a woman who was tied up on an X shaped wooden stand have hooks put through her nipples as the room chanted nirvana over and over. My eyes got real big when I watched her pulled up on a pulley and her nipples bled as her breast wore pulled up and the bl**dy hooks shined in the candle light. She said not a word though nor shed not a tear. My tummy got queasy watching her naked body now suspended by the hooks in her nipples and some kind of wooden yoke that her arms were tied to. The most disgusting and shocking thing was to watch a man with a hood over his head be led to a device that they put his penis into and I whispered to George what were they going to do to him and he told me he was to have his penis cut off. I looked away but curiosity made me look on as a small guillotine like device with a shining blade dangled over him. More chanting of the word nirvana was chanted over and over and the blade came down and I looked away horrified by the site of his bl**dy penis lying on the floor. He was surrounded by the chanters and dragged away through a dark passage. My hand was still covering my mouth as I felt feint and I whispered to george I didn’t want to be here anymore. He told me once here we couldn’t leave until after the ceremonies and my initiation was complete. I watched as a young girl was led to an altar type table and her cape and costume were removed. She was laid back and candles were placed all around her. The man in the golden robe stepped forward and called out the name Siretha and another woman came to him she was carrying a dagger on a velvet pillow. She got on the altar over top the girl and I was stunned to see her put her head down and offer her backside to the dagger. The master slowly inserted it into her vagina and when it came out it had bl**d on the blade. Two men approached the young girl and held her legs apart as the master inserted the blade into her vagina as well. The blade came out with bl**d running down it and he chanted bl**d of the virgin mixed with bl**d of a dark succubus. I moved closer to george and held tight to his hand. I whispered oh god what is my initiation going to be george. He said just remain quiet and observe. I watched as the older woman begin to slither along the young girls body. Her wet pink tongue flicking out at her nipples and made wet slurping circles around her hard and pointy nipples and down her tummy until her tongue was darting out and flicking at the young girls pussy. I could see she was aroused by the older woman’s tongue because her young lips were shiny and wet. I stood still as I could and watched her tongue lick and dart into her vaginal canal and when it touched her clit the young girl raised her hips up arching her back and moaned out lead me to nirvana. I drew in my breath as I realized my own vagina was beginning to get wet and twitchy. I tried to avert my eyes but I couldn’t look away. The older woman held the young girls pussy open to her lips and her wet pink tongue slid slowly up between her pussy lips. Once again finding her clit as her lips and tongue wetly slid over her virgin clitoris Two men put their hands under the small of her back supporting her arched back. The master clapped his hands and loudly spoke the word nirvana. Two women stood beside the young girl and pulled her nipples up and held them there and with their other hand they both put two huge needles just under her nipples and pushed them through piercing her breast. The young girl cried out and shook as the pain and mixture of an orgasm coursed through her body. The older woman stepped down. The master pushed his cape up and pulled the girl to him. He placed his swollen hard penis at the entrance of her vagina and raised his arms and ritualistically slowly pushed his hard cock into her virginal tight pussy. He shouted out nirvana and then slammed his hard throbbing cock into her tight vaginal sheath. The young girl screamed out in pain as his hard hot cock broke through her hymen and buried itself in her young hot wet pussy. His cock came out shiny and wet with her bl**d and natural slippery wet pussy juices. The master held her tight as he pounded her young hot cunt with bruising painful thrust after thrust that opened her hot dripping wet pussy hole to his thick hard throbbing cock. Her eyes were closed tightly as tear drops trickled down her cheeks. I was stunned when I watched the older woman’s arms tied behind her back and she was led away screaming no , no please no. master please I have served you well it can’t be my time. A black hood was put over her head. I held George’s hand so tight he whispered easy Anna and pulled his hand away. I said what’s going to happen to her, George told me to please be quiet and just observe. The older woman was openly sobbing and crying and pleading with the master to let her free. The crowd chanted nirvana will set you free. I watched in absolute horror as a larger guillotine device was brought into the room. I looked at George but his face was like a stone, cold and unmoving. I whispered for gods sake George do something ! The master turned and yelled silence. We need silence so nirvana may embrace Siretha into her arms. I covered my mouth as I watched Siretha f***ed to her knees as she cried and sobbed. Her head was placed into a carved out slot on the guillotine and then a wooden carved out slot was lowed onto her neck. She kicked and sobbed as her head and neck were trapped by the locking device. The crowd chanted lowly nirvana as 3 men stood behind Siretha each representing Earth Wind and Fire. The first got behind her and slowly slid his long hard throbbing cock into her sobbing and crying body. Over and over the chant of nirvana was heard as he fucked her frightened cunt as she cried and sobbed. She pleaded loudly through the black hood to the master to spare her and let her loose so she could serve the Sacred Dark hearts clan. I was stunned to discover that my own cunt was dripping wet. Earth began to slam his long hard throbbing cock into Siretha’s whimpering cunt as he shouted nirvana and he emptied his hot burning sperm into her quivering trembling cunt. Wind now took his place and brutally rammed his thick hard cock into her sperm filled cunt. Wind was grunting and thrusting into her sloppy cum filled pussy as she cried and whimpered as wind pounded her with his thick fat bl**d engorged cock. Siretha cried out to the master to free her, over and over she pleaded but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Wind began to fuck Siretha with short powerful deep strokes as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her hot wet cunt. He threw his head back and roared nirvana as his cum shot out of his throbbing cock and splashed her already cum filled pussy with his scalding hot thick gooey sperm. The master approached Siretha and said it won’t be long now and you’ll be in the gentle loving arms of nirvana. I saw her body tremble and visibly shake as she whimpered and sobbed. Fire now got behind her and rubbed his cock up and down between Siretha’s cum dripping cunt lips. I watched as he placed his cock head to her puckered anus, my own cunt and anus twitched and I shook my head not believing that my body was aroused by the scene taking place right before my eyes. I reached over and felt George and found he had a raging hard throbbing cock. Shame burned my cheeks as I slightly spread my legs and my finger sought out my dripping wet slick pussy. I quickly looked around me to see if anyone had noticed but they were all holding hands and chanting nirvana. Fire was pounding his cock into Siretha’s tight hot asshole as she cried in loud sobbing moans as his thick fat cock pierced her puckered frightened shit hole. It was as if she now knew the master would not stop the ritual of her going to nirvana. I watched as her body slumped and she cried out a long sobbing no as Fire gripped her hips and began snorting and grunting, his chest heaving as he drew in deep gasps of air into his lungs. His thick cock began to throb and swell inside of Siretha’s gaping wide open dark damp musky asshole. He was pounding his thick fat cock in and out of her trembling frightened body. His cock shiny and wet in the candle light as he fucked her deeply in her bunghole. I watched as a masked hooded man approached the guillotine and took a rope into his hands. Siretha must have sensed his presence as she screamed out no. no, oh god please no. My lord my master not now please not now. I only want to serve you and you alone. The master roared silence and shouted Siretha prepare to meet nirvana. At the very moment that fire’s hard fat thick cum filled cock began to spit his hot scalding thick sperm into her hot damp trembling bowels Fire roared out nirvana the hooded man pulled the string and my hand flew to my mouth as I watched in fascinated horror as the sharp shiny blade fell and Siretha’s head fell onto the floor to roaring chants of nirvana, nirvana. I woke up and let out a loud scream that woke up George who lay peacefully beside me. I was shaking and sweaty. He held me in his arms as I sobbed and told him of my terrible nightmare. He softly kissed me and nipped at my neck. My tongue came out to dance with his as his hot thick cock easily slid into my already soaking wet pussy. He slowly fucked me and kissed my forehead and nose and cheeks as his cock sank deep and deeper into my warm wet tight little cunt hole. George whispered loving words into my ear as his hips rose and fell in slow gentle waves as my pussy clutched and tried to squeeze his hot burning cum out of his cock. He smiled down at me and said oh no I’m going to make love to you until you forget all about that horrible nightmare. I smiled up at him and once again squeezed down on his hot throbbing cock. And wrapped my legs around his waist and offered my burning hot wet cunt for him to take….Until next time Mrs. X

Sunday Obedience - Anal training SeXStoRY

my Master cannot always be with me, but, if He is pleased with me, He leaves me instructions of how to masturbate for Him. He then requests i email Him details of my behaviour. If i have succeeded in obeying, i will be rewarded on His return. Dear Master, I had a change in the pattern of my day, which allowed me to come home early and masturbate for You in the way You required. I chose the two toys, as we discussed earlier. One, the very conventional, almost old-fashioned dildo. It has a semi pointed end and is quite slim. My thumb and finger over lap slightly when i hold it. It is smooth but made of rigid plastic. The other, more realistic in both size and texture. My thumb and finger do not quite meet, and although very firm is it made of softer rubber. i laid these toys on our bed while i prepared myself. I thought of how i would prepare the body i tend, for Your arrival. i ran a warm scented bath and bathed very carefully. i washed my hair and ensured my body was hair free. i dried and moisturized my skin so that it would smell pleasing and be soft and supply to Your touch. i dried my hair, leaving it down as i know You like it. i could see the toys on the bed as i sat at my dressing table and dried my hair. By this time my body was getting excited, many thoughts and scenarios running through my head, all centring on what would please You most. I stroked my breasts, cupping and twisting the nipples a little as i pictured You, seated in a chair watching me. i thought of Your voice as You made it clear what a horny little slut Your servant was. Listening to You telling me how well You knew me, that the anticipation of obeying You was exciting me. Hearing my own voice answer You, telling You that, “Yes Master Your cunt was getting wet, Yes Master Your slut’s nipples were hard and sensitive on this body i cultivate for Your pleasure” I crawled up the bed, just as i would crawl across the floor to You, Master. i opened my legs so that my calves were almost parallel to my thighs, slightly wider. i could feel the wetness gathering between my pussy lips, the slow anticipation delicious. My face and shoulders were very low, slightly down on my right side so i could extend an arm under my body and i began to stroke the length of my cunt lips, teasing, slowly……just as You instructed yesterday. i could feel my juices on my middle finger as i slide it deeper inside and i began to circle my clit. Breathing deeply, eyes closed i thought about doing this as You watched from behind me Master. Knowing that part of me would find it quite humiliating, but also knowing that i would be excited at the prospect of showing You what a little slut i am when in Your company Master. It would have been easy for me to cum then, i had been thinking about this since we were together last night and had been feeling very horny and excited all day. However that was not what You wanted, and therefore not what i wanted either Master. I took the slimmer toy and pressed it to my pussy lips, wanted to use my juices to lubricate it. This toy fits comfortably inside of me and i slide it into my wet hole, loving the feel of it. My body posture making it fit tighter and therefore pushing against the sensitive nerve endings that swell on the inside of my cunt. i curved my back, raising my ass, thinking of you watching me Master, silently assessing Your slut. I then leaned further under myself and removed the dildo from my wet hole and pushed it against my ass hole Master. i do not find anal easy as You know and it took a while for me to relax enough to push the toy firmly inside me. Despite the juices on the shaft it still felt dry and harsh inside me. My inner muscles closing tight around it, making it hard to move at first, trying instinctively to expel it from my body. i could hear myself making small moaning noises as i used it inside me……..thrusting in as far as i could take, and then pulling almost all the way out. Eventually my muscles relaxed and accepted more and more. i pressed deeper each time until the length was in as deep as i could take, barely an inch seemed to be left outside Master. By now my cheeks were flushed, my face buried into the bed covers, a fine film of sweat gathering on my breasts and forehead. i thought of the view You would have of Your slaves upturned buttocks Master, spread and separated by the deeply inserted dildo. i could hear Your voice, warning me to take it as deep as i could, to push it further and not disappoint You. Ensuring the toy stayed firmly in place i took the other and stroked it between my pussy lips. i was still wet, but my juices were not running as freely as before. We have only tried double penetration a few times before and i find it uncomfortable but thrilling none the less. i began to slide the toy into my cunt, feeling it pressurise the toy lodged in my ass hole. The angle of my body seeming to give each toy less room inside me. Just a thin membrane separating them from each other. Holding the butt toy in place i began to masturbate with the other, at first hardly able to push more than an inch inside me, having to work hard, brushing my clit with my thumb as i pushed against the dildo to get me a little more wet. At times i would angle it slightly wrong and would be rewarded with a shape pain as they buffeted against each other. Master i so wanted You to be there to watch, to see me masturbating as You instructed. As the vaginal toy pushed in, it thrust against the anal plug. Bent almost double i had to push it back in to keep both buried inside me. The double thrusting action was not easy Master and did not bring much pleasure to begin with. My pleasure came from thinking of You watching me, feelings of humiliation mixing with the desperate need to please You. Gaining my pleasure from the hope that You would be enjoying what You saw. My orgasm was slow to happen Master, it is always that way with anal play when i cannot stimulate my clitoris as much as i like to. My nipples were very hard and i could feel them rubbing against the sheets as i rocked myself onto the two shafts buried deeply inside me. I eventually began to feel myself building towards my orgasm, the toys moving freely now as my body accepted them more willingly. The stimulation exciting me, as did my thoughts of my Master watching, assessing my behaviour, and hopefully pleased by what He saw I began to beg, speaking out loud and pleading for Your permission to come. Telling You how much Your whore needed to cum for You. i thought of being able to catch a glimpse of Your face as i did, watching perhaps a wry smile crossing Your lips as You enjoy making me wait. Telling me that the toys needed to be deeper, or thrust harder before i would be allowed to cum. i imagined You counting down from ten, expecting a deep penetrating thrust on each of Your counts, and if You got to zero i would be allowed to orgasm for You. My body was so excited Master. You could hear the wet sounds of the toys as they moved in and out of my body. Pushing the butt toy so deep i could barely hold it, each thrust making me cry out as it probed as deep as i could. Counting down in my head i could barely hold myself together. The need to cum was desperate within me now. Thinking of Your voice, stern and commanding, counting down slowly, seeing if i would be weak and cum before You reached zero. The edge of my hand pumping against my clit as i thrust the toy inside me, stimulating it, pushing me towards my orgasm. As i began to cum i thought of You, behind me now, pushing each toy deep into me and holding it firmly there as i came for You. The driving pain mixed with intense pleasure of my orgasm was amazing. i was literally crying out as each spasm shot through me, Master it was so powerful i could hardly breathe. My internal muscles contracting over and over, clenching each cock buried inside me, i never wanted it to end. Thinking of You the entire time just made it more explosive. Thoughts of You in Your tuxedo, standing behind me, watching intently, it made my body respond so strongly Master Eventually as the intensity subsided i lay still on the bed, both toys buried onscenely inside me as i panted for breathe. i pictured You, thinking what i would do now if it had been Your cock inside me. i slowly removed the toy in my ass, feeling the muscles cling to it, and then my tight hole gap as i freed it. i then did the same to the shaft inside my pussy. The wet popping noise as i removed it seemed so loud. Sitting up on my knees i then sucked both toys, tasting myself on each one, eyes closed thinking how grateful i would be if i could be doing this to my Master after He had fucked His slut. I hope that You were pleased by my efforts for you Master. Your loving whore, jude

Cindy's Old Tale SeXStoRY

Cindy sat on the bed, lazily chewing her gum as she waited. She was neither overly excited, nor completely indifferent and reasoned it was a small price to pay to get what she wanted. She would explain the new sneakers and jeans to her parents somehow, but that was still off in the future. There was a chill in the bedroom, and she shuddered slightly as the cool air caressed her bare skin. Her nipples hardened into tiny pale peaks and she thought that he would appreciate that. Cindy ran her finger through her red mane and tossed her head to fling her hair to the side. He let out a small grunt as he lowered his pants and underwear to his knees. Cindy’s gal pals would never understand why she would submit to such an old man… and her parents even less so, but she enjoyed sex in what ever form she could get it – and she enjoyed the monetary benefits even more. She knew the old man for a very long time, since she was knee high to a grasshopper. He was always nice to her, and never treated her in a c***d-like condescending manner. He also never tried to take advantage of her, and perhaps that was the reason she agreed to be here this afternoon. He didn’t want much from her, even though she would have gone the distance if he wanted. He was more than generous and paid up front with no questions asked. He even joked that he wanted just one last kick at the can before he was too old to appreciate it. Finally, he was undressed and joined her on the bed. His skin was the colour of ash and sagged in a very unflattering way. In places, he looked boney, in other areas he bulged and in still others; his skin was taut and thin. His hair was silver white, and his trembling vein carved hand reached towards her. Cindy laid back after flumping several pillows behind her. She spread her long lean legs wide exposing her freshly shaved mound to his hand. His fingers traced the contours of her rosy outer labia, gently caressing the folds until they opened to his touch. She could not help but get slightly moist, and her toes curled subconsciously as he slid a finger inside her. He moved closer, until he was near enough to lick her slit. His tongue began to lap her inner lips, her gaped opening and the soft fleshy hood covering her tiny clit. Cindy closed her eyes as she felt his tongue slide deep inside her. He licked her urethra, then the small rough part directly behind it. His fingers pried her open, forcing the opening to her canal to almost hurt. A moan escaped her lips, and Cindy threw her head back as the first wave of pleasure rocked her petit frame. His lips sucked her clitoral hood deep into his mouth as his tongue searched for the small erect nub hidden inside. His teeth grazed her gem, and Cindy let out a loud yelp. He centered his focus, and Cindy knew she could not help but orgasm with this old man’s mouth attached to her. He held her tight, forcing her hips to remain firmly attached to his mouth. She came once again and he finally looked up towards her. “See, I told you I could make you cum… and thank you so much for allowing me the opportunity!” He whispered. -30-