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---------------Darla in my bed
Bob and Sally were not back yet by the time Darla and I arrived at home. We went straight to my bedroom where she stripped, retrieved from her purse a leather dog collar with a leash attached to its big brass ring, then knelt between my knees. Uncertain where she was taking us I sat on the edge of the bed and waited in quiet anticipation.
With tears in her eyes she handed me the collar and leash, begging, “I make you a gift of my body. Be stern with me. Buckle this hateful thing around my neck and use it to make me obey. Demand your pleasure. Fuck my mouth! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Beat me if I fail to pleasure you properly! If you are not cruel I may forget what I am and why I am in your bed, and that must not happen. A whore is more fragile than common myth. She must never fall in love with the penis she services lest her heart be broken.”
Darla’s eyes were filled with tears as she began to remove my shoes and socks, then my pants and underwear, and finally my shirt. Me, I was torn between two desires.
On one hand my heart ached with tender and loving emotion. I truly cared for this lovely tortured woman, and I wanted to take her in my arms to cuddle and reassure her. I wanted to ‘make love’ to her in the truest sense and meaning of those words. On the other hand, a beautiful woman was naked kneeling between my thighs begging to be my slave. A woman begging to be sexually used! That was an opportunity sending a stream of dirty pictures racing thru my imagination.
In the first of those images Darla is bent over the arm of a chair. Her wrists are tied behind her back, and her face and breasts are pressed forward onto the seat. She is moaning with a delicious mixture of humiliation and orgasmic pleasure as I dog fuck her, filling first her pussy and then her ass with male meat. Delightful, but my imagination shifts. Next, her arms are still tied behind her back, but now she is mounted on my cock riding my erection for all she is worth. My hands are on her tits, my fingers pinch her nipples, and in her pain she frantically pumps her warm slick cunt up and down my length, swallowing and then releasing me.
These little cameo scenes are so tempting and delightful! How could any man refuse them? To own a woman, to hold absolute power over her and her sex, is heady and very nearly irresistible stuff. Her collar and leash were in my hand. I have only to attach them to her neck and she will be my property, helpless and unable to resist any outrageous demand on her lovely body.
“What the hell,” I finally said to myself as I buckled that black strap around her lovely throat. “I’m no saint. She wants to be my sex slave does she? Well so be it!”
With that thought I yanked her to her feet by her leash, and barked orders. “Stand up bitch! Arms up! Hands behind your head! Fingers locked! Spread your feet! Stick out your tits! For God’s sake woman, drop your eyes! Show some submission, some shame!”
In that twinkling, this lovely redheaded a****l became my slave, her charms on display before me, her every private erotic zone exposed and vulnerable to my hands and mouth. Between a thumb and forefinger I squeezed down hard on a nipple. Her mouth dropped open and she moaned at the pain in her tit. With the other hand I buried a social finger inside her slit and closed the butt of my thumb down hard on her clitoris.
Even as I squeezed her sex tightly in the vice of my palm, I raised my arm lifting her upward onto her toes. She teetered there struggling awkwardly to regain her balance. She was mine, and I held her there without pity as the seconds ticked by, demonstrating (and enjoying more than I care to admit) my newly found master’s right to do with her as I pleased.
“Well woman,” I asked. “You want it rough do you? What do you think a cruel and demanding master should do to a slave bitch like you?”
“Fuck me! Please fuck me master! God, but I do so need you to fuck me!” came the gasping reply.
“All in good time my dear. All in good time,” I answered not the least inclined to grant mercy to my tortured love slave. “But first, where should I fuck you? Should I begin by fucking your mouth?”
“Oh yes master! Fuck my mouth! Let me suck the head of your prick, then ram it down my throat. Make me swallow you all the way to your balls. Use my mouth as a pussy! Pump my throat with your prick! Masturbate over my tongue! Yessss, pleeassse, God how I want to taste you! Please! PLEASE, fuck my mouth!
“Tempting I must say,” I told her. Truth was, the thought of fucking her mouth was a lot more than just tempting, but I couldn’t let this redheaded vixen control the situation. “No,” I said. “You’re a bit too eager. How about your ass? Should I fuck you up your ass?
“Yes, Please Master! Oh please fuck my ass! I will hold my cheeks apart so that you can spear my butt hole. I beg you to fuck my ass,” came her quick reply.
I had never experienced any thing like this before. I was dismayed to find how quickly owning a horny female slave strips a man of mercy and kindness. Never the less, I could not resist my dominion over this lovely female. Quite as cruel as any Middle Eastern Sultan enjoying a concubine from his harem, I ignored my sudden burst of conscience and continued to torment my lovely captive standing before me naked on the end of her leash.
“Of course there is always your pussy, but its entirely too soon to take you there. After you have been whipped, and you have again begged to be fucked, perhaps then I will feed your pussy with my cock.” I was so enjoying teasing my at this hapless harem girl.
I let my arm lifting her go limp. Her weight dropped off her toes and back onto the bottoms of her feet. “Here bitch,” I commanded as I pulled my finger from her pussy and shoved it into her mouth. It was wet with her juices. “Suck on this bitch! Clean it as if it were my cock.”
Watching her suck obediently on my finger, I knew what I wanted first from this woman. I wanted one of Bob’s ‘Shahrazad blow jobs’. “On your knees slut and suck me off!”
Dutifully my beautiful Darla dropped her head into my crotch, licking my thighs before running her tongue over every nook and cranny around my cock and balls. Finally, those warm moist lips closed over the end of my penis, then began to rake its full length from head to root. This was my first personal experience with the ‘Shahrazad’ technique I had seen Bob teach Sally. Darla did it well.
Outdid herself in fact. Although I have enjoyed a female mouth many times since, I don’t think what Darla did for me that evening has ever been matched. Her lips and tongue were pure velvet, and when the time finally came for my climax, I felt as if my balls were being painfully sucked up into my belly. Even drained as I was from repeated sex over the past few days, I couldn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked. Darla swallowed all I had to give, and then let my prick gently shrink in her mouth.
When I was fully spent I told her to get on the bed and spread herself. I meant to return her favors. Darla protested that she was a slave girl, and it was her duty to suck her man’s cock, and suck it well. Her pleasure, she insisted, was none of my concern.
There was no way, however, that she was going to put me off as if she was a whore servicing some John in a cat house. I reminded her that a slave girl’s first duty was to do as she was told. She would spread her legs for my mouth, damn it! Indeed, even better, I demanded that she use her fingers to open her pussy lips for my tongue.
“Darla MacIntire.” I told her as I crawled between her thighs, “tonight you are mine to use. I will fuck you sternly, and whip you cruelly, as you have asked, but before I do I mean to make you crawl the walls with passion. You may be the only friend I have left in a world that has turned upside down on me. I was foolish to have refused when Bob first gave you to me. My only excuse is that I did not understand that you Boss Bob’s offer of your body would be your
willing gift.”
“Knowing that makes using you for may selfish sexual pleasure quite another thing. Before we go further with our little game of harem girl, however, I want you to know that I’m glad you’re here. In part I’m glad because you have just given me the world’s best blow job. That much goes without saying. I’m also glad, however, because at a hard time in my life, you have used your loving mouth to relieve my pain. It is only right that I should use mine to relieve yours as well.”
I gave her pussy my tongue for a long time. I may not be as good as Bob at it, but what I lacked in ability, I tried to make up for with sincerity. I began by sucking the lip around her pussy ring. I then made Darla spread herself with her fingers, and ran my tongue deep into the open folds. I found a sensitive spot on the wall of her vagina, and gave it extra attention.
What began as moans turned to whimpers, whimpers that changed to cries of delight when my lips squeezed her clit, only to become screams of passion when I swirled my tongue across that tender sex nub. Then began a string of orgasms the equal of any I had seen my wife Sally enjoy while impaled on Bob’s tongue. Finally Darla gave me the surrender I had been demanding, and using my ears as handles, she forced my head out of her crotch.
“Please,” she begged, “Stop! Another minute of this and my heart will quit beating. No more, please! This slave girl will do her master’s bidding, but he must fuck her now. She begs him to fuck her now.”
“Granted,” I answered as I slid upwards bringing my hips into the saddle between her thighs, “but remember, a slave woman has no right to her own pleasure. Do not let me catch you enjoying yourself while you service my cock inside your belly.” I tried my best to make my command the stern warning of a true master, but I’m sure the grin on my lips gave me away.
Nonetheless, I would show her no mercy. In a single shove I stabbed my erection deep into her female core. I was rewarded with a soulful moan of shock and ecstasy. Now completely mine, my hips pounded her, and she matched my every thrust, jacking her velvet pussy on and off my manhood. For what seemed an eternity, Darla and I enjoyed each other in the best way a woman and man can. As we made love, I caressed her breasts and nipples with mouth and hands; I kissed her deeply with lips and tongue; and whenever I could reach an ear, I gave it my full attention.
When Darla had begged for and enjoyed her last orgasm, and I had filled her with my male seed, she hugged me to her, and said, “The only thing I don’t understand is how he could have taken Sally away from you. That was marvelous. Any woman in the world would be grateful to have such a lover.”
“A few days ago I could not have done so well,” I replied. “It’s not just a matter of copying Bob’s cocksman technique either. You have helped me understand a great deal that I never knew before. You are right, this sex business is a lot easier when I listen for the female signals. Guess what? I heard you, loud and clear.”
Darla looked at me, smiled and said, “I have been female property for too long. I don’t remember how to deal with the love thing, but if I were not already a man’s love slave, I would surely be yours. Go to Bob’s room and bring me his whip. Bring the binding wraps from my bag there. For this evening please let this poor woman pretend she belongs to you. Tie her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide. Fuck her again. Fuck her hard, and she will beg for your cock as a good concubine should. When you are finished, lash her tits with the whip that she can imagine that you will own her forever. If you can really hear my thoughts, you will know that this is what I want, what I must have.”
And so it went. I retrieved the wraps and Bob’s whip, and bound the lovely Darla, and fucked her, fucked her hard as she asked. She begged for more as she had promised she would, and I responded with all the cock I could give her. At the end, I jacked myself off between the mounds of her breasts, and when I came, I raised up and shot my cum across her nipples. Then, while she was still bound and helpless I whipped those breasts, her thighs, and the tender spot between her legs. She orgasmed even as I whipped her, and by the time I finished, the juices from her pussy, and my cum from off her breasts, were mixed together in a love potion on the thongs of the whip.
---------Darla explains
When we were both spent, Darla looked at me and asked, “When the time comes that Bob puts me for sale at auction, will you buy me please? I have saved some money. You may have it all to pay for me.”
“Why pay the bastard anything?” I replied. “Why wait for him to sell you? Why don’t you and I just say ‘screw you Bob,’ and take off where he can’t find us?”
“Oh, that would never work,’ Darla replied, “and you’re naive to think it would. Remember, in Boss Bob’s cruel world, he owns me. He is rich and powerful. He would find us no matter where we went. He would bring me back in chains, and I would be punished worse than you can possibly imagine. And, even if we could hide, how could we live without a job and no way to get one? And, what about Sally? You may think you could leave her behind in a trade for me, but I know you can’t. I won’t live with a man who dreams of a woman he can’t have.”
“Support, however, is not always a financial issue, nor does security always mean a nest. Women also need emotional support, some more than others. A man who can give his woman peace from the devils of her own mind has a powerful hold over her, even if he is otherwise a son of a bitch. For example, many of Bob’s conquests have been women of wealth. They didn’t need Bob’s money. All of these, however, were more or less nut cases who couldn’t cope with their lives. As Bob’s slaves, they didn’t have to cope with anything as long as they spread their legs when and where he told them to.”
-------------Boss Bob & Sally return
It was here that we heard Bob and Sally coming in the front door. I could tell from her giggle that Sally had been drinking heavily, and Bob seemed unusually loud also. Throughout our conversation Darla and I had been cuddling together and Darla had been slowly stroking my cock. I heard the door to Bob's bedroom close, and I took this interruption as an opportunity to demand Darla's attention to my once again hard and randy male spear. My command was simple and to the point.
"Mount me!"
Darla sat up facing the foot of the bed, and swung a long shapely leg across my hips. Reaching back into my crotch with careful fingers, she planted my cock head between her pussy lips, then lowered her slick sex chute over my raging erection. For a long minute she just sat there squeezing me with the walls of her cunt.
Then began the main event. In a slow, deliberate agonizing cadence, repeated over and over, she would lift herself until only the head of my cock remained connected to her pussy. There she would pause, hanging for long seconds suspended on that bit of blood filled flesh. Suddenly her thighs would give way, and the downward drop of her body would piston my full length into her cunt much as a skilled carpenter drives a nail all the way to the head with a single hammer strike. Each rise along my shaft was an ache, and each drop back into her core a flash of pure ecstasy. My god, but she was delicious!
Riding me this way Darla enjoyed two, perhaps three, orgasms, before I spent my load inside her. She was still on top, my penis still buried to the root inside her vagina, my semen oozing out into my pubic hair, when a knock came at the door.
I knew that would be Boss Bob. He was about to catch his mistress and his fair-haired senior vice president in the most intimate embrace possible between a man and a woman. I didn't give a damn, but then on my back partially hidden behind Darla, I wasn‘t the one in the line of fire. For poor Darla, however, the situation was more embarrassing. She was facing the door. As her employer and master entered the room she was eye to eye with him. Her cunt, the cunt he owned, was filled with a stranger’s cock and dripping his ejaculation. True it was all no more than Bob had directed. Nevertheless, what could she say? Nothing we can do about it now I thought. Let the son of a bitch do what he will. Darla would just have to deal with him the best she could.
“Come in,” I called out defiantly.
“Hi, k**s,” a naked Boss Bob blurted as he barged through the door dragging an equally naked Sally behind him by her leash. His impressive hard-on was smeared with lipstick. Excuse my pun, but it seemed that since their arrival home Bob already had Sally’s charming mouth HARD at work.
I could tell that the erotic scene that greeted him stunned him a bit. He paused only for the briefest instant, but the way his jaw dropped gave him away. “Well just look at the two of you!” he blurted in amazement. “When I saw my whip wasn’t where I left it, I thought Sally and I had better drop in and see if dear Darla needed rescuing. From this tender scene, tho, it appears my concern was groundless. Darla my love, you are positively glowing. Have you taken shameless advantage of this impressionable young man?”
Darla said nothing but I could feel her move a bit uncomfortably on my cock. “Damn,” I thought, biting my lip. “The bastard is always so smug about everything.”
“No Bob,” I replied with the smoothest smart ass answer I could come up with, “Darla and I have just been enjoying the evening as you suggested we should.”
I started to ask how his day and evening had gone, but thought better of it. I wanted to keep the chit chat to the minimum, and I could see that Sally was more than just a little pissed about this whole thing with Darla.
“Well, I promised Sally that I wouldn’t whip her this evening,” Bob continued, “but she spent an awful lot of my money on this afternoon’s shopping spree. I thought as we came home if you were finished with Darla, I might take out my frustration at Sally’s extravagance on Darla’s ass. I can see, however, that you have already used her that way, and it seems that you are not quite through with her.”
“No Bob,” I was quick to answer, “I understood that Darla was mine for the night, and I had intended to use her until dawn.”
“I thought as much,” Bob replied, a quick frown crossing his brow. “Of course she is all yours for as long as you want. By the way, neither of you need worry about reporting for work in the morning. I have notified the office that the three of us will be out of town on a project for Mr. Carmine, and we shouldn’t be expected to be back for a while. I will need some time to break Sally in properly, and we all need to become better acquainted. Well k**s, we’ll see you in the morning. Sally has some serious attention to give my prick yet this evening. I’ll leave the whip here in case you want to tickle Darla with it again. G’night k**s,” and with that he and Sally left.
Darla was a real trooper. Through it all she remained impaled on my penis, a defiance of her master I am sure that was not easy for her. “Boss Bob didn’t much like what he saw on our faces,” she said after he was gone as she swung her legs clear of my hips.
“No he didn’t,” I replied, “and Sally liked it even less. Fuck ‘em both. I don’t much give a damn what they like and don’t like.” Then a more pleasant thought struck me. “I wouldn’t want to have lied to the big Boss tho. Get on your knees woman, and suck me hard. I want some more of your sweet pussy.”
Darla did exactly as she was ordered, and when we had finished taking our pleasure, we cuddled together to prepare to drop off to sleep cradled together.
Darla and I heard Boss Bob yell for Sally to get on her hands and knees. He was pissed because he couldn’t have both women for the night. Darla says Sally is in for a rough night, he can be very harsh when he doesn’t get his way and it’s even worse when he’s drunk like tonight. SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS OPEN FOR ME BITCH, we hear Sally cry out in pain and Boss Bob grunting forcing his meat into her ass. We hear grunts and moans and screams for thirty minutes. Then it gets quiet and all we hear Sally sobbing. Then Boss Bob says hang your head over the end of the bed and suck my cock clean slut for a few minutes we hear Sally sucking then gagging then gargling sounds and Bob says swallow the whole thing slut. Then it gets quiet Darla says it sounds like he’s done or passed out.
I pull Darla into my arms and we fall asleep.
------------ the last morning
Darla and I are awakened the next morning by Boss Bob banging on the door, he yells in and says things have changed, get up take a shower, get dressed and meet me downstairs. I’m making coffee. We shower together. I pull Darla into my arms; she says not now he sounded funny. Darla and Sally are about the same size except Darla’s boobs are much bigger. I find Darla a navy pinstripe suit of Sally’s, the pencil skirt fits well but the jacket is a bit tight. We managed to find a white blouse we could get closed over her boobs. Fishing around through Sally’s underware drawer Darla finds a pair of black thigh highs and garter belt, I fish out a black lace G-string, Darla blushes and says I’m going commando!
We dressed and were going down the hall towards the kitchen, as we passed Bob’s room Darla gasp and grabbed my arm with both hands and pulls me back. We look thru the cracked open-door Sally is laying on her back with her head hanging over the bottom of the bed, one arm dangling towards the floor. Her eyes are open in a blank stare and are dull and dry, her mouth is open with a trickle of blood coming out the corner of her mouth. We both know she is not breathing. I go back to my room get my compact 9MM out of the nightstand and slip it in my suit jacket pocket.
When we walk into the kitchen Darla is clamped onto my arm with both hands, Boss Bob says who would have thought after all these years you finally discover each other. I have two coffee’s here for you, the Town Car is outside waiting for you, I’ll be in later.
On the ride into the office Darla is clamped onto my arm and shaking. I start to say something Darla puts her finger to my lips and shakes her head no. When we get in the office our assistances have instructions from Boss Bob to immediately take over our jobs.
Three hours later Boss Bob comes storming in the office and says Harry, Darla in my office now please. Bob says Darla hold Harry in your arms, he looks at me and says shortly after you left this morning, I heard Sally yell out, I ran back to my room Sally was holding her head then she just collapsed. I called the Doctor but by the time he got there she was gone. The Doctor feels it was a brain aneurysm.
The company will take care of all arrangements, is there any family we need to notify, I say no family, no arrangements, Sally and I agreed just a notice in the paper and a quick cremation. Boss Bob says do you want to see her to say goodbye. I say I would rather remember her alive and vibrant. Boss Bob says he will take care of everything.
Boss Bob says come sit at the table you two. You have worked for me sence you got out of college. I know how demanding your jobs have been, so the company is giving you both early retirements. Both your apartments are being deeded to you; all fees will be covered by the company. Your monthly salary will be equal to your present salary with cost of living and of course annual bonuses and full medical.
Boss Bob says you have been my right and left hand right now as we speak your bags are being packed for the two of you, this afternoon at three PM you will be boarding a cruise ship for a nine mouth around the world cruise. Along with that you are both being given an unlimited credit card to use any way you see fit. Ok you two thank you Darla speaks up and says Boss Bob please when you’re done with my daugther give me the opportunity to purchase her. Boss Bob says of course you will be given first chance when that time comes. As I was saying, be at the ship at three have a great retirement.
----------- new beginnings
As we walk out of the building for the last time. I say carriage ride Darla whispers in my ear no buss station. When we get there, she leads me to the lockers, and we put our phones and my 9mm in a locker. Darla says we can talk now, look across the street a phone store, we need new phones, we each buy a new phone but keep our old numbers.
Darla says grab that carriage, as we ride Darla asks are you ok, I say no but I will be and I ask her and how are you, she says I’m confused, I guess this is Bob’s way of saying I’m sorry for killing your wife. I ask should we be concerned for our safety; Darla says no as long as we don’t say or do anything that would concern the company. We need to remember both our apartments are bugged, so were our old phones. I ask so what now, Darla says looks like we are going around the world.
---------- cruse
We board the ship at three, I give them my name and we are escorted to a private elevator and taken to the top floor where the it opened directly into the best suite on the ship. I go to tip the porter and he says no the team that has been assigned to you has already been handsomely rewarded, please enjoy your cruse, and if you need anything just ask. I’ll inform the Captain you’re on board and he has requested you dine at his table this evening, a new suit and gown is in the master bedroom suite.
After dinner we retire to our suite, I ask Darla which room she wanted, she walked up to me put her arms around my neck buries her tongue in my mouth and says where ever you are I don’t want to sleep alone. She takes one arm down and slides the strap off of her right sholder, then replaces her arm around my neck and lowers the left arm and slides the left strap off, the dress slides off and pools up around her feet. I pick her up carry her to the master suite, and lay her on the bed, then slowly take my clothes off and join her in bed and tell her she has the most wonderful boobs in the world. She smiles and says they are all natural and they are all yours for as long as you want.
Four months later we were standing the balcony of our suite, a supper moon in the background, as the Ship’s Captain pronounces us man and wife. Three months after that Darla visits the ships doctor, she is suddenly having bouts of sea sickness. That evening as I came in from the gym there is a candlelight dinner set up in the suite, Darla says go shower and dress for dinner. When I come back out the lights are dimmed the candles are lit, we sit down to enjoy our dinner, I notice there is a small box with a bow on it. After we finish dinner Darla says I went to see the doctor today for the bouts of sea sickness I have been having, I ask what did he say, she passes over the box, I open it, it contained a pacifier.
Bob and Sally were not back yet by the time Darla and I arrived at home. We went straight to my bedroom where she stripped, retrieved from her purse a leather dog collar with a leash attached to its big brass ring, then knelt between my knees. Uncertain where she was taking us I sat on the edge of the bed and waited in quiet anticipation.
With tears in her eyes she handed me the collar and leash, begging, “I make you a gift of my body. Be stern with me. Buckle this hateful thing around my neck and use it to make me obey. Demand your pleasure. Fuck my mouth! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Beat me if I fail to pleasure you properly! If you are not cruel I may forget what I am and why I am in your bed, and that must not happen. A whore is more fragile than common myth. She must never fall in love with the penis she services lest her heart be broken.”
Darla’s eyes were filled with tears as she began to remove my shoes and socks, then my pants and underwear, and finally my shirt. Me, I was torn between two desires.
On one hand my heart ached with tender and loving emotion. I truly cared for this lovely tortured woman, and I wanted to take her in my arms to cuddle and reassure her. I wanted to ‘make love’ to her in the truest sense and meaning of those words. On the other hand, a beautiful woman was naked kneeling between my thighs begging to be my slave. A woman begging to be sexually used! That was an opportunity sending a stream of dirty pictures racing thru my imagination.
In the first of those images Darla is bent over the arm of a chair. Her wrists are tied behind her back, and her face and breasts are pressed forward onto the seat. She is moaning with a delicious mixture of humiliation and orgasmic pleasure as I dog fuck her, filling first her pussy and then her ass with male meat. Delightful, but my imagination shifts. Next, her arms are still tied behind her back, but now she is mounted on my cock riding my erection for all she is worth. My hands are on her tits, my fingers pinch her nipples, and in her pain she frantically pumps her warm slick cunt up and down my length, swallowing and then releasing me.
These little cameo scenes are so tempting and delightful! How could any man refuse them? To own a woman, to hold absolute power over her and her sex, is heady and very nearly irresistible stuff. Her collar and leash were in my hand. I have only to attach them to her neck and she will be my property, helpless and unable to resist any outrageous demand on her lovely body.
“What the hell,” I finally said to myself as I buckled that black strap around her lovely throat. “I’m no saint. She wants to be my sex slave does she? Well so be it!”
With that thought I yanked her to her feet by her leash, and barked orders. “Stand up bitch! Arms up! Hands behind your head! Fingers locked! Spread your feet! Stick out your tits! For God’s sake woman, drop your eyes! Show some submission, some shame!”
In that twinkling, this lovely redheaded a****l became my slave, her charms on display before me, her every private erotic zone exposed and vulnerable to my hands and mouth. Between a thumb and forefinger I squeezed down hard on a nipple. Her mouth dropped open and she moaned at the pain in her tit. With the other hand I buried a social finger inside her slit and closed the butt of my thumb down hard on her clitoris.
Even as I squeezed her sex tightly in the vice of my palm, I raised my arm lifting her upward onto her toes. She teetered there struggling awkwardly to regain her balance. She was mine, and I held her there without pity as the seconds ticked by, demonstrating (and enjoying more than I care to admit) my newly found master’s right to do with her as I pleased.
“Well woman,” I asked. “You want it rough do you? What do you think a cruel and demanding master should do to a slave bitch like you?”
“Fuck me! Please fuck me master! God, but I do so need you to fuck me!” came the gasping reply.
“All in good time my dear. All in good time,” I answered not the least inclined to grant mercy to my tortured love slave. “But first, where should I fuck you? Should I begin by fucking your mouth?”
“Oh yes master! Fuck my mouth! Let me suck the head of your prick, then ram it down my throat. Make me swallow you all the way to your balls. Use my mouth as a pussy! Pump my throat with your prick! Masturbate over my tongue! Yessss, pleeassse, God how I want to taste you! Please! PLEASE, fuck my mouth!
“Tempting I must say,” I told her. Truth was, the thought of fucking her mouth was a lot more than just tempting, but I couldn’t let this redheaded vixen control the situation. “No,” I said. “You’re a bit too eager. How about your ass? Should I fuck you up your ass?
“Yes, Please Master! Oh please fuck my ass! I will hold my cheeks apart so that you can spear my butt hole. I beg you to fuck my ass,” came her quick reply.
I had never experienced any thing like this before. I was dismayed to find how quickly owning a horny female slave strips a man of mercy and kindness. Never the less, I could not resist my dominion over this lovely female. Quite as cruel as any Middle Eastern Sultan enjoying a concubine from his harem, I ignored my sudden burst of conscience and continued to torment my lovely captive standing before me naked on the end of her leash.
“Of course there is always your pussy, but its entirely too soon to take you there. After you have been whipped, and you have again begged to be fucked, perhaps then I will feed your pussy with my cock.” I was so enjoying teasing my at this hapless harem girl.
I let my arm lifting her go limp. Her weight dropped off her toes and back onto the bottoms of her feet. “Here bitch,” I commanded as I pulled my finger from her pussy and shoved it into her mouth. It was wet with her juices. “Suck on this bitch! Clean it as if it were my cock.”
Watching her suck obediently on my finger, I knew what I wanted first from this woman. I wanted one of Bob’s ‘Shahrazad blow jobs’. “On your knees slut and suck me off!”
Dutifully my beautiful Darla dropped her head into my crotch, licking my thighs before running her tongue over every nook and cranny around my cock and balls. Finally, those warm moist lips closed over the end of my penis, then began to rake its full length from head to root. This was my first personal experience with the ‘Shahrazad’ technique I had seen Bob teach Sally. Darla did it well.
Outdid herself in fact. Although I have enjoyed a female mouth many times since, I don’t think what Darla did for me that evening has ever been matched. Her lips and tongue were pure velvet, and when the time finally came for my climax, I felt as if my balls were being painfully sucked up into my belly. Even drained as I was from repeated sex over the past few days, I couldn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked. Darla swallowed all I had to give, and then let my prick gently shrink in her mouth.
When I was fully spent I told her to get on the bed and spread herself. I meant to return her favors. Darla protested that she was a slave girl, and it was her duty to suck her man’s cock, and suck it well. Her pleasure, she insisted, was none of my concern.
There was no way, however, that she was going to put me off as if she was a whore servicing some John in a cat house. I reminded her that a slave girl’s first duty was to do as she was told. She would spread her legs for my mouth, damn it! Indeed, even better, I demanded that she use her fingers to open her pussy lips for my tongue.
“Darla MacIntire.” I told her as I crawled between her thighs, “tonight you are mine to use. I will fuck you sternly, and whip you cruelly, as you have asked, but before I do I mean to make you crawl the walls with passion. You may be the only friend I have left in a world that has turned upside down on me. I was foolish to have refused when Bob first gave you to me. My only excuse is that I did not understand that you Boss Bob’s offer of your body would be your
willing gift.”
“Knowing that makes using you for may selfish sexual pleasure quite another thing. Before we go further with our little game of harem girl, however, I want you to know that I’m glad you’re here. In part I’m glad because you have just given me the world’s best blow job. That much goes without saying. I’m also glad, however, because at a hard time in my life, you have used your loving mouth to relieve my pain. It is only right that I should use mine to relieve yours as well.”
I gave her pussy my tongue for a long time. I may not be as good as Bob at it, but what I lacked in ability, I tried to make up for with sincerity. I began by sucking the lip around her pussy ring. I then made Darla spread herself with her fingers, and ran my tongue deep into the open folds. I found a sensitive spot on the wall of her vagina, and gave it extra attention.
What began as moans turned to whimpers, whimpers that changed to cries of delight when my lips squeezed her clit, only to become screams of passion when I swirled my tongue across that tender sex nub. Then began a string of orgasms the equal of any I had seen my wife Sally enjoy while impaled on Bob’s tongue. Finally Darla gave me the surrender I had been demanding, and using my ears as handles, she forced my head out of her crotch.
“Please,” she begged, “Stop! Another minute of this and my heart will quit beating. No more, please! This slave girl will do her master’s bidding, but he must fuck her now. She begs him to fuck her now.”
“Granted,” I answered as I slid upwards bringing my hips into the saddle between her thighs, “but remember, a slave woman has no right to her own pleasure. Do not let me catch you enjoying yourself while you service my cock inside your belly.” I tried my best to make my command the stern warning of a true master, but I’m sure the grin on my lips gave me away.
Nonetheless, I would show her no mercy. In a single shove I stabbed my erection deep into her female core. I was rewarded with a soulful moan of shock and ecstasy. Now completely mine, my hips pounded her, and she matched my every thrust, jacking her velvet pussy on and off my manhood. For what seemed an eternity, Darla and I enjoyed each other in the best way a woman and man can. As we made love, I caressed her breasts and nipples with mouth and hands; I kissed her deeply with lips and tongue; and whenever I could reach an ear, I gave it my full attention.
When Darla had begged for and enjoyed her last orgasm, and I had filled her with my male seed, she hugged me to her, and said, “The only thing I don’t understand is how he could have taken Sally away from you. That was marvelous. Any woman in the world would be grateful to have such a lover.”
“A few days ago I could not have done so well,” I replied. “It’s not just a matter of copying Bob’s cocksman technique either. You have helped me understand a great deal that I never knew before. You are right, this sex business is a lot easier when I listen for the female signals. Guess what? I heard you, loud and clear.”
Darla looked at me, smiled and said, “I have been female property for too long. I don’t remember how to deal with the love thing, but if I were not already a man’s love slave, I would surely be yours. Go to Bob’s room and bring me his whip. Bring the binding wraps from my bag there. For this evening please let this poor woman pretend she belongs to you. Tie her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide. Fuck her again. Fuck her hard, and she will beg for your cock as a good concubine should. When you are finished, lash her tits with the whip that she can imagine that you will own her forever. If you can really hear my thoughts, you will know that this is what I want, what I must have.”
And so it went. I retrieved the wraps and Bob’s whip, and bound the lovely Darla, and fucked her, fucked her hard as she asked. She begged for more as she had promised she would, and I responded with all the cock I could give her. At the end, I jacked myself off between the mounds of her breasts, and when I came, I raised up and shot my cum across her nipples. Then, while she was still bound and helpless I whipped those breasts, her thighs, and the tender spot between her legs. She orgasmed even as I whipped her, and by the time I finished, the juices from her pussy, and my cum from off her breasts, were mixed together in a love potion on the thongs of the whip.
---------Darla explains
When we were both spent, Darla looked at me and asked, “When the time comes that Bob puts me for sale at auction, will you buy me please? I have saved some money. You may have it all to pay for me.”
“Why pay the bastard anything?” I replied. “Why wait for him to sell you? Why don’t you and I just say ‘screw you Bob,’ and take off where he can’t find us?”
“Oh, that would never work,’ Darla replied, “and you’re naive to think it would. Remember, in Boss Bob’s cruel world, he owns me. He is rich and powerful. He would find us no matter where we went. He would bring me back in chains, and I would be punished worse than you can possibly imagine. And, even if we could hide, how could we live without a job and no way to get one? And, what about Sally? You may think you could leave her behind in a trade for me, but I know you can’t. I won’t live with a man who dreams of a woman he can’t have.”
“Support, however, is not always a financial issue, nor does security always mean a nest. Women also need emotional support, some more than others. A man who can give his woman peace from the devils of her own mind has a powerful hold over her, even if he is otherwise a son of a bitch. For example, many of Bob’s conquests have been women of wealth. They didn’t need Bob’s money. All of these, however, were more or less nut cases who couldn’t cope with their lives. As Bob’s slaves, they didn’t have to cope with anything as long as they spread their legs when and where he told them to.”
-------------Boss Bob & Sally return
It was here that we heard Bob and Sally coming in the front door. I could tell from her giggle that Sally had been drinking heavily, and Bob seemed unusually loud also. Throughout our conversation Darla and I had been cuddling together and Darla had been slowly stroking my cock. I heard the door to Bob's bedroom close, and I took this interruption as an opportunity to demand Darla's attention to my once again hard and randy male spear. My command was simple and to the point.
"Mount me!"
Darla sat up facing the foot of the bed, and swung a long shapely leg across my hips. Reaching back into my crotch with careful fingers, she planted my cock head between her pussy lips, then lowered her slick sex chute over my raging erection. For a long minute she just sat there squeezing me with the walls of her cunt.
Then began the main event. In a slow, deliberate agonizing cadence, repeated over and over, she would lift herself until only the head of my cock remained connected to her pussy. There she would pause, hanging for long seconds suspended on that bit of blood filled flesh. Suddenly her thighs would give way, and the downward drop of her body would piston my full length into her cunt much as a skilled carpenter drives a nail all the way to the head with a single hammer strike. Each rise along my shaft was an ache, and each drop back into her core a flash of pure ecstasy. My god, but she was delicious!
Riding me this way Darla enjoyed two, perhaps three, orgasms, before I spent my load inside her. She was still on top, my penis still buried to the root inside her vagina, my semen oozing out into my pubic hair, when a knock came at the door.
I knew that would be Boss Bob. He was about to catch his mistress and his fair-haired senior vice president in the most intimate embrace possible between a man and a woman. I didn't give a damn, but then on my back partially hidden behind Darla, I wasn‘t the one in the line of fire. For poor Darla, however, the situation was more embarrassing. She was facing the door. As her employer and master entered the room she was eye to eye with him. Her cunt, the cunt he owned, was filled with a stranger’s cock and dripping his ejaculation. True it was all no more than Bob had directed. Nevertheless, what could she say? Nothing we can do about it now I thought. Let the son of a bitch do what he will. Darla would just have to deal with him the best she could.
“Come in,” I called out defiantly.
“Hi, k**s,” a naked Boss Bob blurted as he barged through the door dragging an equally naked Sally behind him by her leash. His impressive hard-on was smeared with lipstick. Excuse my pun, but it seemed that since their arrival home Bob already had Sally’s charming mouth HARD at work.
I could tell that the erotic scene that greeted him stunned him a bit. He paused only for the briefest instant, but the way his jaw dropped gave him away. “Well just look at the two of you!” he blurted in amazement. “When I saw my whip wasn’t where I left it, I thought Sally and I had better drop in and see if dear Darla needed rescuing. From this tender scene, tho, it appears my concern was groundless. Darla my love, you are positively glowing. Have you taken shameless advantage of this impressionable young man?”
Darla said nothing but I could feel her move a bit uncomfortably on my cock. “Damn,” I thought, biting my lip. “The bastard is always so smug about everything.”
“No Bob,” I replied with the smoothest smart ass answer I could come up with, “Darla and I have just been enjoying the evening as you suggested we should.”
I started to ask how his day and evening had gone, but thought better of it. I wanted to keep the chit chat to the minimum, and I could see that Sally was more than just a little pissed about this whole thing with Darla.
“Well, I promised Sally that I wouldn’t whip her this evening,” Bob continued, “but she spent an awful lot of my money on this afternoon’s shopping spree. I thought as we came home if you were finished with Darla, I might take out my frustration at Sally’s extravagance on Darla’s ass. I can see, however, that you have already used her that way, and it seems that you are not quite through with her.”
“No Bob,” I was quick to answer, “I understood that Darla was mine for the night, and I had intended to use her until dawn.”
“I thought as much,” Bob replied, a quick frown crossing his brow. “Of course she is all yours for as long as you want. By the way, neither of you need worry about reporting for work in the morning. I have notified the office that the three of us will be out of town on a project for Mr. Carmine, and we shouldn’t be expected to be back for a while. I will need some time to break Sally in properly, and we all need to become better acquainted. Well k**s, we’ll see you in the morning. Sally has some serious attention to give my prick yet this evening. I’ll leave the whip here in case you want to tickle Darla with it again. G’night k**s,” and with that he and Sally left.
Darla was a real trooper. Through it all she remained impaled on my penis, a defiance of her master I am sure that was not easy for her. “Boss Bob didn’t much like what he saw on our faces,” she said after he was gone as she swung her legs clear of my hips.
“No he didn’t,” I replied, “and Sally liked it even less. Fuck ‘em both. I don’t much give a damn what they like and don’t like.” Then a more pleasant thought struck me. “I wouldn’t want to have lied to the big Boss tho. Get on your knees woman, and suck me hard. I want some more of your sweet pussy.”
Darla did exactly as she was ordered, and when we had finished taking our pleasure, we cuddled together to prepare to drop off to sleep cradled together.
Darla and I heard Boss Bob yell for Sally to get on her hands and knees. He was pissed because he couldn’t have both women for the night. Darla says Sally is in for a rough night, he can be very harsh when he doesn’t get his way and it’s even worse when he’s drunk like tonight. SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS OPEN FOR ME BITCH, we hear Sally cry out in pain and Boss Bob grunting forcing his meat into her ass. We hear grunts and moans and screams for thirty minutes. Then it gets quiet and all we hear Sally sobbing. Then Boss Bob says hang your head over the end of the bed and suck my cock clean slut for a few minutes we hear Sally sucking then gagging then gargling sounds and Bob says swallow the whole thing slut. Then it gets quiet Darla says it sounds like he’s done or passed out.
I pull Darla into my arms and we fall asleep.
------------ the last morning
Darla and I are awakened the next morning by Boss Bob banging on the door, he yells in and says things have changed, get up take a shower, get dressed and meet me downstairs. I’m making coffee. We shower together. I pull Darla into my arms; she says not now he sounded funny. Darla and Sally are about the same size except Darla’s boobs are much bigger. I find Darla a navy pinstripe suit of Sally’s, the pencil skirt fits well but the jacket is a bit tight. We managed to find a white blouse we could get closed over her boobs. Fishing around through Sally’s underware drawer Darla finds a pair of black thigh highs and garter belt, I fish out a black lace G-string, Darla blushes and says I’m going commando!
We dressed and were going down the hall towards the kitchen, as we passed Bob’s room Darla gasp and grabbed my arm with both hands and pulls me back. We look thru the cracked open-door Sally is laying on her back with her head hanging over the bottom of the bed, one arm dangling towards the floor. Her eyes are open in a blank stare and are dull and dry, her mouth is open with a trickle of blood coming out the corner of her mouth. We both know she is not breathing. I go back to my room get my compact 9MM out of the nightstand and slip it in my suit jacket pocket.
When we walk into the kitchen Darla is clamped onto my arm with both hands, Boss Bob says who would have thought after all these years you finally discover each other. I have two coffee’s here for you, the Town Car is outside waiting for you, I’ll be in later.
On the ride into the office Darla is clamped onto my arm and shaking. I start to say something Darla puts her finger to my lips and shakes her head no. When we get in the office our assistances have instructions from Boss Bob to immediately take over our jobs.
Three hours later Boss Bob comes storming in the office and says Harry, Darla in my office now please. Bob says Darla hold Harry in your arms, he looks at me and says shortly after you left this morning, I heard Sally yell out, I ran back to my room Sally was holding her head then she just collapsed. I called the Doctor but by the time he got there she was gone. The Doctor feels it was a brain aneurysm.
The company will take care of all arrangements, is there any family we need to notify, I say no family, no arrangements, Sally and I agreed just a notice in the paper and a quick cremation. Boss Bob says do you want to see her to say goodbye. I say I would rather remember her alive and vibrant. Boss Bob says he will take care of everything.
Boss Bob says come sit at the table you two. You have worked for me sence you got out of college. I know how demanding your jobs have been, so the company is giving you both early retirements. Both your apartments are being deeded to you; all fees will be covered by the company. Your monthly salary will be equal to your present salary with cost of living and of course annual bonuses and full medical.
Boss Bob says you have been my right and left hand right now as we speak your bags are being packed for the two of you, this afternoon at three PM you will be boarding a cruise ship for a nine mouth around the world cruise. Along with that you are both being given an unlimited credit card to use any way you see fit. Ok you two thank you Darla speaks up and says Boss Bob please when you’re done with my daugther give me the opportunity to purchase her. Boss Bob says of course you will be given first chance when that time comes. As I was saying, be at the ship at three have a great retirement.
----------- new beginnings
As we walk out of the building for the last time. I say carriage ride Darla whispers in my ear no buss station. When we get there, she leads me to the lockers, and we put our phones and my 9mm in a locker. Darla says we can talk now, look across the street a phone store, we need new phones, we each buy a new phone but keep our old numbers.
Darla says grab that carriage, as we ride Darla asks are you ok, I say no but I will be and I ask her and how are you, she says I’m confused, I guess this is Bob’s way of saying I’m sorry for killing your wife. I ask should we be concerned for our safety; Darla says no as long as we don’t say or do anything that would concern the company. We need to remember both our apartments are bugged, so were our old phones. I ask so what now, Darla says looks like we are going around the world.
---------- cruse
We board the ship at three, I give them my name and we are escorted to a private elevator and taken to the top floor where the it opened directly into the best suite on the ship. I go to tip the porter and he says no the team that has been assigned to you has already been handsomely rewarded, please enjoy your cruse, and if you need anything just ask. I’ll inform the Captain you’re on board and he has requested you dine at his table this evening, a new suit and gown is in the master bedroom suite.
After dinner we retire to our suite, I ask Darla which room she wanted, she walked up to me put her arms around my neck buries her tongue in my mouth and says where ever you are I don’t want to sleep alone. She takes one arm down and slides the strap off of her right sholder, then replaces her arm around my neck and lowers the left arm and slides the left strap off, the dress slides off and pools up around her feet. I pick her up carry her to the master suite, and lay her on the bed, then slowly take my clothes off and join her in bed and tell her she has the most wonderful boobs in the world. She smiles and says they are all natural and they are all yours for as long as you want.
Four months later we were standing the balcony of our suite, a supper moon in the background, as the Ship’s Captain pronounces us man and wife. Three months after that Darla visits the ships doctor, she is suddenly having bouts of sea sickness. That evening as I came in from the gym there is a candlelight dinner set up in the suite, Darla says go shower and dress for dinner. When I come back out the lights are dimmed the candles are lit, we sit down to enjoy our dinner, I notice there is a small box with a bow on it. After we finish dinner Darla says I went to see the doctor today for the bouts of sea sickness I have been having, I ask what did he say, she passes over the box, I open it, it contained a pacifier.
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