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The first thing I thought of was getting Kendall and Kylie involved somehow so Kim would have some incentive to obey me. But three things were wrong with that: I didn't want to have to involve three women when I could involve only one; dealing with women that young might be difficult and counter-productive and I wanted her to want me to use her - I wanted her actions to be guided by lust and desire and passion, not fear.

What they say is true -- Kourtney is the hottest one. But she hasn't made a fortune out of teasing me to death the way Kim has. Kim is the one who showed how crazy for cock she is on the sex tape -- black cock at that. I had no doubt that Kim was the one I could entice into being my sex slave.

I wanted to catch her at the perfect time. I wanted her to be made up and dressed as if she was on the make. You know -- lots of sticky-looking lipstick -- maybe a light pink. Lots of eye shadow and rouge. Wearing something tight around the tits. Maybe low-cut. A tight skirt or short one -- showing off her amazingly muscular legs. I'd want the heels to be so high that she had trouble walking in them. That would have to be very high -- about 9" at least -- because she's had lots of practice strutting in heels before. And, of course, I'd want to be able to view her wide ass. From behind, she always looks like she's had the entire football team in there at once and it never shrunk back. Maybe she had.

So how was I going to get her looking like that and into a seductive place where I could tempt her?

I figured I needed to make her think she was going to meet a man who might be very important for her career -- one she might be able to flirt with to gain an advantage. So I called her agent (not her mother) and told him I was the assistant to Mr. Robert Kelly who was an entrepreneur who was buying a textile factory in Hong Kong and wanted to start a new line of women's underwear, to be sold world-wide. And that Mr. Kelly was looking for a spokesperson for his new product. Stock options were available, as well as a nice salary. Kim was one of three celebrities he had scheduled for interviews. Her agent said he would get back to me on her interest and availability. When he called back, showing interest, I told him I was scheduling interviews at a local posh hotel and that she could meet Mr. Kelly in the lobby at 7:00 PM the next evening. Just primaries were invited, as Mr. Kelly liked his privacy and didn't want to speak through agents. I'll have to admit it might have sounded a little fishy to someone who was on the lookout for predators, but Kim's agent seemed to understand the need for the one-on-one interview. Go figure.

The next evening I put on my blue suit, white shirt and red tie and took a plush chair in the lobby at 6:45. My heart was racing and palms sweating as I anticipated my goddess walking through the door at any minute. I didn't have long to wait. She was early -- 6:52. I stood up, smiled and walked towards her.

She was a vision, wearing all white. The white sweater was unzipped down to her navel. She was wearing a light yellow bra underneath, which prevented me from seeing her nipples. She was wearing a long white wrap-around skirt and high, patent leather white boots with about six inch stiletto heels. Her lipstick was light pink and extended beyond her liplines. Her eyes were dark and flashed when she smiled at me.

I extended my hand to her and said, "Hello, Miss Kardashian. I'm Robert Kelly." She squeezed my hand erotically rather than shake it and, still smiling said, "Hello, Mr. Kelly. I'm very glad to meet you."

I told her I had the samples stored in a warehouse nearby and I'd like to show them to her, if that was alright with her. I told her I thought it was best if we exited the hotel as soon as possible, to avoid attention and questions. She said she understood and would go wherever necessary to conduct business. I pushed the swinging door from the hotel open. It led to an alley where I had parked my car. I opened the passenger door of the car open for Kim and she said "Thank you" as I closed her door behind her. I jumped in and drove off. My heart was racing so fast I thought I might pass out.

I drove the car to a buddy's warehouse that he had let me use for my equipment. I was able to pull the car into the warehouse through a hanger door. Once Kim got out of the car, I led her back to the area where my machine and a couple of office chairs were located. I asked her to sit in one of the chairs as I sat down in the other one.

She looked around the warehouse and saw a tarp that was covering the machine and said, "What is that thing and where are the samples?"

"Actually, there aren't any samples. I had to make up a pretense for getting you here so I could show you something."

"Oh, no! Keep your pants on, Buddy," said Kim. "I don't want to see it."

"No, no. It's nothing like that. I brought you here to show you this machine and what it can do for you," I quickly said.

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"I'm an inventor -- a scientist. I've invented something I want you to try. I think you'll like it. But I knew mere talking would never convince you to try it, so I had to bring you here this way. I'm sorry if I scared you in any way."

"Is it a d**g? Did you invent some kind of d**g?" Kim asked.

"No, Ma'am. It's not a d**g. It's a device. I'll show it to you."

I took the tarp off my machine.

Kim looked at it for a while, quizzically. Then her face exploded with fear. "Oh my God, it's a fuck machine! You're not going to use that thing on me!" she said defiantly.

I could have told her that she soon would be begging me to use the machine, but I didn't. Not yet.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I told you I'm not going to hurt you, Kim. I've been working on this machine for many years, trying to perfect it. But I haven't tested it on a real person yet. I'll have to admit I've seen your sex tape many times and I know you're the girl to try it out. You seemed to love doing some of the things the machine can do with you and I figured that if any girl would like the machine, it would be you."

"I don't fuck machines," Kim said. "I don't even have a vibrator. The thought of something artificial inside me makes me scared."

"Please don't be so fearful. It won't hurt you at all. It's designed to give pleasure -- extreme pleasure to women. You could be contributing to the pleasure of millions of girls and women by testing it out for them. I'll make refinements based on your recommendations. I'm a good guy. I'm just trying to perfect something that there's a big need for in the world."

Kim appeared to be thinking this over. She was looking me over and the machine over. Then she said, "Bringing me here under false pretenses wasn't a very smart thing to do. You could get into a lot of trouble for this."

"I know. I thought it was worth the risk. If you say you won't do it, I'll take you back to the hotel. I'll never bother you again. I hope you won't report me. I'm really a very innocent guy, not interested in you nearly as much as getting my machine perfected and sold. You seemed to be an open-minded girl - a fun-loving and sex-loving girl. Maybe I was wrong about you."

"If you mean what you say, you'll take me back to the hotel right away."

I thought that over. She couldn't overpower me. She couldn't get out of the locked building. She had a cell phone but I could stop her from using it. "OK. I'll take you back to the hotel. But you'll have to let me show you the machine and what it can do first. If you don't like it, I'll take you to the hotel and you'll never see me again."

She thought about this for a few seconds and said, "OK, but no funny stuff."

"Won't you let me help you up? I told you I'm not a bad guy," I offered.

With that she took my hand and I pulled her up from the chair. She fell forward, against me. I could smell her hair and her lipstick. I thought I was going to pass out. She quickly pulled back from me.

I led her to the machine. She kept her distance from it, but I could tell she was curious. She stared at the cock I had put in place for her maiden voyage. It wasn't all that big -- about eight inches long and about two inches around. But it had a molded head on it and looked rather real. It was made out of clear Lucite and was screwed to the end of a metal rod. The rod was flanked by two springs that were driven by pistons. It was a very simple model -- one that had been used by most other machines. But my machine was very different. Kim would soon find out how different.

"Well", I said. "It doesn't look so dangerous, does it?"

Rather than bolt away and try to escape, I could tell I had Kim's rapt attention.

"I guess not. Where do I put myself?" Kim asked.

"There are slings you can lock into that will hold you into many different positions. You can sit up and it can enter you from in front, or I can tie you to a frame that will suspend you in mid-air and it can enter you from many different positions."

"Can I control the positions and the action of the....the.....the cock?", Kim asked.

Now I had her hooked. I knew this bitch was so horny so much of the time she couldn't resist a pretty-looking cock.

"Well, yes. Of course you can control the machine and choose positions for yourself. But I'd suggest that you let me operate the controls until you get used to it. Also, for research purposes, I need to measure the time and intensity of some of the activities. You understand. As we go along, I'll give you more and more control."

Kim unzipped her white sweater and dropped it to the ground, revealing very large and voluptuous breasts being restrained by the light yellow bra. It was sheer, so her large nipples showed through the fabric. She looked like an a****l that needed something. I knew what it was.

"So are you ready to give it a try?"

"I'll try it for thirty seconds. If I don't like it, you have to get me off it," Kim ordered.

"Yes. Of course," I replied.

I had turned the heat in the warehouse up over eighty degrees. Kim was wet with perspiration. It looked amazing on her. She gleamed.

"You'll have to get naked if the machine is going to work properly," I shyly said. "I'm sorry".

With that Kim quickly peeled off her bra, her panties and her boots. She looked sideways at me to see if I was staring. I tried not to, but it was impossible. She showed a wry smile. Kim was used to being in control by making men stare at her. She was feeling empowered. That was a good thing, for now. Soon she would be giving me complete control of her mind and body.

"OK, I said. We'll start off with something simple and basic. Just sit on this little seat up here and place your feet onto the pedals near the base. You'll be able to move your feet and legs back and forth in order to touch the head of the....the cock. It will come to you, but not all the way. You have to push yourself towards it until it can push into you. Then it will do it's own thing."

There was a back support for her. So it was a bit like that exercise machine that you sit in and pull and push weights with your arms while your legs move back and forth.

Gingerly Kim stepped onto the platform that housed the device. She gently sat her ass onto the chair and looked to place her feet properly onto the pedals. I had placed 'rails' up near her shoulders so she would have something to hold onto with her hands while she and the machine became one.

"Any questions?", I asked my victim.

"Not yet. It won't go real fast or hard, will it?", Kim asked.

"No, Ma'am. It's built for pleasure -- not for pain. Remember that. And I want you to do whatever feels natural to you. There's no right or wrong here. Just feel as good as possible."

"OK, I guess I'm ready," Kim said. I could see her licking her lips, like she was getting ready for something very sexual. She was.

I sat in my control chair about two feet from Kim and the machine. She was slightly above me. I started up the machine. At first I made it rotate on the end of the rod, so Kim could see how it could move. She was mesmerized. Then I made the end of it -- the tip -- wiggle up and down. That really got her attention. So now the cock was wiggling and moving back and forth. Kim licked her lips again, anticipating something, but she wasn't sure what it was. Now I moved the cock closer to her vagina. It was about eighteen inches from her lips. "Now you have to push yourself toward it, Honey," I said to Kim.

The girl enthusiastically moved forward in her seat. It slid along runners. As the cock approached her, she moved back, half-afraid of it. But the moving towards and then back from the cock gave her that motion that I was hoping for. Forward and backward. Forward and backward. Like she might do with a real lover. She was getting into it. So I became a little more aggressive with the cock. I moved it closer to her -- about six inches away. I made it wiggle and move forward and then pulled it back. It almost touched her once. She thrust her hips forward in an attempt to touch it, but I was quick enough to pull it away from her so she couldn't quite touch it yet. She became more aggressive and more frustrated. I could hear her breathing increase in intensity and quickness. She wanted it.

"Isn't this thing ever going to touch me? she exclaimed in frustration.

"I'm measuring foreplay. To see how much is enough," I said, somewhat mocking her.

"I'm not sure how much more I can stand," the girl said. I could see that she was extremely wet. Her lips and pubic hair were shimmering. Her legs were thrusting forward as far as the machine would let her.

I thought to myself, "I should take mercy on her and give her a big dose of the cock. But, no, I want her to beg for it."

I moved the cock to where it finally touched her lips briefly. "Uh. Oh. Oh," Kim said. Then, "It's getting closer."

I said, "Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know yet," Kim said.

The wriggling penis is something she desperately wanted to touch her; there was no doubt about that. I thought it was time to give her a taste.

I manipulated the cock so that it touched her for about five seconds and the tip gyrated, as if attempting to burrow within her. The noises she made were beautiful. "Oh, Oh, My God. My fucking God," the little whore said.

"So I take it the machine is doing its job?" I asked.

"Fuck. Just get it to fuck me, will you please?" Kim was out of patience. I'm sure she had never had to wait so long for a cock.

"It's still early, Kim. I'm still testing. You might have to wait a while before I can put it inside you," I teased.

"No, No, Please!" Kim exhalted. "I need it now! Now! Not later. It's a machine. Why can't it fuck me now? Please."

"I'm not sure you want it bad enough yet. Convince me, Kim." With that I made the cock enter her occasionally with light thrusts until it was about two inches inside her. It was wriggling and had found her G spot on the upper inside of her vagina and was teasing her there. It would withdraw, then re-enter slightly harder and faster than the previous time. It was starting to actually fuck her.

"Geezus! Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop this fucking thing," Kim begged.

"Tell me why I shouldn't, Darling," I said to the girl.

"Because I need it inside me. I need to be fucked and this thing is GREAT," Kimmie said.

"Keep telling me about it and I'll make it do what you say you want it to do," I said.

"Oh, fuck. It's such a hard bone and it knows what turns me on. Better than any guy I've been with lately, I'll tell you that. Shit. Give it to me harder. Please. Please." She knew I was playing her and she didn't care. So she looked directly at me with those enormous eyes and those pouty lips and said, "Please, Honey."

I wasn't going to let her play me. But I needed to prove the value of the machine to her, so I plunged the cock deeper into her and up higher into her, then retracted it quickly, then plunged it deep again. She liked that. But then I pulled it out of her and just massaged her outer lips with the tip. She attempted to push herself deeper around it, but I kept pulling back a little at a time. She kept straining to meet up with it, but eventually couldn't. She was sweating.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" Kim asked me.

"I'm experimenting. That's what I do. I'm a scientist."

"Fuck. Fuck. You are nuts. Just give me the cock."

With that I turned off the machine. Everything stopped. I didn't say anything to her. She looked at me, knowing she had made a big mistake.

She was still panting. But she knew she needed to make things better between us. "I'm sorry. You're not an asshole. You're a genius. You really are. I mean it. But I'm so worked up I don't know what I'm saying. I'm sorry. I won't demand anything from you again. I'll let you call all the shots. But, please, show me some mercy. This is torture for me." Her mascara was running down her face as she was crying big tears.

The girl was desperate. I decided to show her some mercy. Kind of. I thought I'd hook her even more while I had the chance.

I turned the machine back on. I pulled the cock all the way back, into a sort of shell I had built to hide it from view. Then I activated a smaller rod to take its place. It would approach her vagina, much as the cock had done. It would enter her, just like the cock. It would rub her G spot. But a cock wasn't on the end. A 'tongue" was. I had created a rubberized lifelike "tongue" that could actually lick her up and down and in and out. Not only that, but it secreted a fluid, much like saliva, that helped lubricate the girl. I didn't tease her with it; she was already ready to explode. I placed the tongue inside her and activated the licking motion to catch the top of her vagina -- her clitoris. I made it secrete some fluid so it would smoothly flow up and down on her button.

"Geezus!" said Kim. "This is unbelievable!"

"The best part of it is that it would never stop unless you wanted it to," I remarked.

"Uh. Ugh. Uh-huh. Uhhhh-huhhhh. Oh My God. Oh My God. Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, fuck!" was all the girl could utter. She was almost speechless.

I soon made the tongue slow down and lick softer and lighter. So Kim pushed forward, attempting to get more of it -- make more contact with it. Just then I withdrew the rod holding the tongue and replaced it with the cock rod. But this time it didn't slowly approach her wet cunt and massage it before it entered her. It wiggled a bit, rotated a bit then quickly thrust deeply and forcefully into Kim. Then it pulled out of her and repeated the deep, quick thrust, over and over again. The girl went crazy. She pushed back whenever she could. She'd pull herself up to meet it and then slowly slide back as it did. She was fucking it, without any help from the cock. And the sounds she was making! Squishing, gurgling, aching, pushing, rubbing.

I just sat back and watched this for about ten minutes. I would guess Kim had about five orgasms during that time. But I'd ask her later to find out for sure. She was sweating so much the sweat was dripping off her long nipples onto the floor. And the girl juice was running down her legs. The girl was totally into being fucked. There wasn't room for anything else in her mind or in her life. I then turned the machine down to about quarter speed for about thirty seconds and then off.

I walked over and looked at Kim's face. I have never seen a more beautiful woman. Contentment was hers. Exhaustion was hers. Completion was hers. I looked into her beautiful eyes, but couldn't find them because they were buried so far into the back of her soul. She was gone - in another world. It was a much better world than this one.

She continued breathing hard and gasping for air. But, after a while, her breathing became lighter and more regular. And she was able to look me in the face. She smiled an adoring, loving, happy smile. It warmed my heart. She reached out her hand to hold mine. Then she started to cry again.
"Thank you," she managed to mutter. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry I can't speak," she laughed. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you and was afraid of you. What you've done is wonderful. And I'm so lucky to be the one you chose to test it. I've never been happier in my life."

I brushed her hair out of her face. I wanted to touch her much more. I think she wanted me to. But it wouldn't be right -- not now. I touched her big lips on her face with my middle finger. She kissed the end of my finger and sucked on it a little. It was very sexy. She was very sexy. Uh, duh! I bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek, then pulled away from her.

"You can put your clothes back on now. I'll take you back. We're done here."

A slightly frightened look came over Kim's face, but she said nothing as she stood up and redressed herself. She didn't put on her bra or panties -- just the sweater and the skirt and boots. I would later privately enjoy her bra and panties. I handed her the purse and she followed me to the car.

On the ride back to the hotel, Kim said very little at first. She sat quietly, as if she was thinking about what to say to me. Then "Are you going to do more testing?" she coyly asked.

"Yes, of course. I thought I'd try to use some of my friends' wives and girlfriends. This isn't something you drag someone off the street to do, you know." I flashed her a big smile. "Although that must seem what I did with you. I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you."

"Are you k**ding?" Kim cooed at me. " This is the best thing that's happened to me in a long, long time. I can't thank you enough. If you can't find enough girls to try it, would you consider using me again? I think we get along well and could get along a lot better over time," said the desperate girl. She really knew all the lines to get what she wanted from men, didn't she? She touched my arm and ran her fingers up to my bicep, smiling at me all the while. God, was she ever gorgeous!

"Well, I guess it's a possibility. There are a lot of things the machine can do that we didn't even try tonight, I teased."

"Really?" asked Kim? "Like what?" She was excited and very interested.

"Well, I wouldn't want to give away all the surprises, but do you remember when I said I could suspend you in mid-air so it could enter you from many different angles?" I said.

"Yes," she said excitedly.

"Well, some of those angles are very interesting. And seem to get the job done quicker than the 'normal' way."

She glanced down, as if blushing and said, "Well, uh, that sounds like fun, to me. I bet other girls wouldn't think it's so much fun, but I do." Kim was showing her age and her addiction. She was attempting to sell herself to me. I'm sure it's not the first time she tried to sell herself to a rich man.

"Here's my card. Call me in a couple weeks if you haven't heard from me. Give me your private cell phone number so I can reach you in case of emergency," I requested.

Kim couldn't wait to dig into her purse for a pen and paper and write her cell number down for me. "Here. Call me anytime, day or night." I knew she meant it.

"Now don't tell anyone about this, OK? I'd hate someone else to scoop this invention away from me and make a fortune, as I make nothing. Oh -- you can tell Kourtney, if she promises not to tell anyone. OK?"

"OK," Kim said. "Why Kourtney?"

"She seems like the most mature of your sisters. I trust her," I replied. I didn't tell her she could tell Kourtney because she was the hottest woman on the planet and I planned to get to her through Kim. I wasn't completely whipped yet.

We reached the hotel and Kim hopped out and handed a ticket to the parking valet. She pushed her face close to mine through my open window and said, "Goodnight. Please don't forget about me."

I knew she'd never forget me.

Chapter 02: Hooked

I purposely didn't phone Kim for a week. I wanted to see how long she could stay away from the machine. So I wasn't surprised when, on the eighth day after her initial fucking, Kim phoned me.

"Mr. Kelly?" a familiar voice said.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked, knowing all along it was my current fuckmeat.

"Uh, this is Kim Kardashian. I was wondering if you might need me for some more experimenting."

"Well, Honey, I wouldn't normally. But the girl I had scheduled to test the suspension positions today just called and has the flu. I don't suppose you'd be available at this short notice, would you?"

She tried to control herself: "Yes, I'm sure I can get there right away. Shall I meet you at the hotel?" She was breathless.

"That will be fine, Sweetheart," I told her. "Meet me in a half hour in the bar."

"Yes, Sir," she respectfully replied.

Things were going along nicely for me -- just as I had planned. Kim's flesh was weak and wanton. I had enough self-control that I could manipulate the situation to my best advantage.

The short time Kim had to get dressed and drive to the hotel didn't stop her from looking incredibly sexy. And I knew it was just for me. I was sitting on a barstool, having a Tom Collins when in she walked. Kim was wearing all pink. She had on a sheer blouse that dropped off the shoulder, but was a crop top. There was no bra and her massive mammaries were bouncing up and down with every step. Her low-slung skirt fell below her navel, exposing her pierced belly button. And she was wearing pink patent leather go-go boots with about a five inch heel. Her face was bright, smiling. Her eyes were dancing as she saw me. She was happy.

When Kim walked up to me she put her arms around my neck and hugged my head to her breasts. It felt wonderful.

"Hi!" she said. "I'm so excited to be with you again, Mr. Kelly."

"It's good to have such an enthusiastic subject," I said, trying to sound scientific.

I got up off my stool and said, "My car is out back I'll lead you to it. Is that OK?"

"Sure," said the girl. "You can do anything you want to me. You know that, don't you?"

"I'll have to think of something special," I joked. But really wasn't joking. She giggled and gave me a coy, sexy smile. I was having trouble taking my eyes off her -- especially her blouse and her amazing nipples. But I was able to help her into my car.. I wanted to tie her hands behind her back. But I thought I'd wait. It's amazing how much patience you can have when you have total access and total control of a woman like I had.

When we arrived at the warehouse, I took her by the hand and walked her into the hanger. I sat her down in a folding chair. She blinked a bit, then looked at me with those enormous black eyes.

"What are we going to do today, Mr. Kelly?" she asked.

"Well, I'm going to tie you to the frame that's around the machine. Your wrists and ankles will be cuffed with leather and the straps will be affixed to the metal frame. You'll be stretched out -- you'll be totally spread-eagled. Does that appeal to you?"

"Yes," said Kim. "I imagine the machine can get into me from many different directions. I'm anxious to experience that."

"Take your clothes off," I commanded. The bitch obeyed. But she didn't just throw her clothes off. She had to give me a show. She slowly peeled her blouse off up over her head. While her hands were above her head, she hesitated so I could get a great look at her massive tits sticking out from her little chest. Then she dropped her skirt to the ground, revealing the fact that she was going commando today -- no panties. The last thing she removed was her pink go-go boots, sitting on the chair and extending her legs out before she kicked off the boots. She looked up at me, smiling wide again, as if she was a c***d who was proud of herself in front of a parent.

I helped her up a couple of steps at the edge of the frame. It was like a trampoline frame that had the leather straps wrapped around it at different positions. There was a platform I had her sit her ass onto while I strapped her in. When she was secured, I removed the platform from underneath and she was, indeed, suspended in mid-air. The straps around her ankles were elastic, so she could move her legs up-and-down, back-and-forth.

I had turned the heat up in the warehouse so she was starting to sweat. I did nothing to comfort her. She wanted the cock and she was going to get lots of it.

I retreated to the comfort of an air-conditioned booth that was fronted with one-way glass; I could see her, but she couldn't see me. But she could hear me through a speaker system I had installed. And I could hear her.

"Are you ready, Honey?" I asked.

"Yes. I've been ready for days," she replied.

"OK," I said as I flipped the switch and started up the machine. The cocks began to rotate on the rod and move back-and-forth within about a six-inch span. As they neared her cunt, I flipped the metal frame over so Kim was facing the floor. Her beautiful ass was above her, defining her as a sexual object. There were two cocks approaching her body -- one was coming up from underneath her and would eventually enter her vagina. The other was hovering behind her, near her feet, and would fuck her asshole.

Just then I introduced a third cock into the mix. A pink rubbery one came out of the box housing the device and approached her amazing mouth. I pushed the lower ones toward her holes. They began burrowing into her, gently at first, then more rapidly and deeper. Without questioning me or what was happening to her, Kim naturally and quickly wrapped her mouth around the pink cock in front of her -- as if it had been pre-determined that she was supposed to suck it. She looked perfectly normal with the pink thing down her throat and her lips mouthing the circumference like a fish. But this was no normal pink cock. Soon Kim realized that what she did with the cock in her mouth determined what the cocks inside her, between her legs, would do. If she kissed the tip of it, the cocks inside her would be replaced by the little tongues I had invented and would kiss her asshole and her clitoris. If she licked it, the tongues would start licking her. If she sucked it, bobbing her head up-and-down on it, the cocks would thrust deeply into her holes. Kim took to it like a girl who had been there many times before. She caressed the shaft with her wet tongue, licking it up the bottom and over the tip. She mouthed it like she was trying to wet the end with her lips. All the while the tongues and the hard cocks up her ass and in her cunt were playing with her, teasing her. When she wanted thrusting, Kim would go down on the pink thing, deep throating it and trying to suck juice out of it. She began thrusting her hips at the dongs while she bobbed her head up and down. Her movements became more exaggerated, forcing herself to engulf more and more of the dildos. She seemed to especially push for the one up her ass to dig deeper into her asshole. And the noises she made were beautiful -- especially because they were muffled because the cock was deep down her throat. Watching her suck and getting fucked was a very beautiful thing. It was a good thing that I was taping the entire event to show to her and to others later. My little nympho was getting what she wanted. And soon I would be getting everything I wanted.

The crowning glory of the whole event was when Kim had come about three times and was straining for the fourth one. She was sucking her little heart out, trying to get the machine to fuck her harder and deeper than before. Unexpectedly, fluid began spurting out of her mouth's cock, covering her sweating face with "cum". She quickly moved her mouth over the tip so she could swallow every drop, as if it was her mother's milk. I had mixed a solution that contained glucose, milk and lemon juice. It simulated actual male cum, but I had made it sweeter and tastier for her. After all, I wanted her to be happy. I thought she was used to getting some cum down her throat in order to get fucked satisfactorily. I didn't want her to miss any of the real experience. She gobbled up every precious drop as she came again on the rodded cocks.

Covered with sweat and full of cum, Kim was panting very heavily. I would have been afraid that she might have a heart attack if I didn't know for sure she was used to such exercise and stress. I wanted to put my ear over her heart to hear it beating rapidly. And to smell her sweat and her cum. So I did. While Kim was still strapped in and spread-eagled, I flipped the frame over so she was looking at the ceiling and rested my head on her bosom, ostensibly to listen to her heartbeat. My heart began racing. My nose and my ears and my eyes were drinking up a just-fucked Kim. It was a dream come true for me.

When her breathing became more regular, I untied her and dropped her feet to the ground, holding her up so she wouldn't collapse. She started making noises, as if exhaling. She was getting her bearings and her balance back. I almost felt sorry for her. She leaned heavily on me, making my clothes wet with her sweat.

"Wow. That was amazing. A-m-a-z-i-n-g. I feel wonderful," the girl said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Darling," I said to her. "You deserve it. You've earned it." That brought a big smile to her beautiful face. I led her to the folding chair and she sat down and put her head between her legs, attempting to avoid nausea. It was just too much excitement for the poor thing. Even though she was laughing and smiling, I could tell she was in some discomfort. But I also knew she wouldn't have changed one moment of her experience.

I gave her some time to compose herself. I backed away and went into my booth. Soon I picked her clothes up and handed them to her. Slowly she stood up and re-dressed herself. Her hair was a mess. She did nothing to fix it. She just slowly walked to the car and got in, without speaking.

In the car on the way back to the hotel I took the opportunity to push forward with my agenda.

"So, have you told Kourtney about the machine yet?"

"Yes, but she can't appreciate how wonderful it is. I tried to tell her but it's hard to believe for anyone."

"Maybe we should show her how amazing it is. Maybe You'd like her to watch a session sometime?" I offered. "Or we could strap her in sometime -- just for a little while so she could get a first-hand taste."

"I don't know," Kim said. "Kourt is shy when it comes to doing sex stuff in front of people. I know she wouldn't like you watching her."

"I could hide in the booth. You could direct her and help her. She wouldn't have to know I'm here," I said, hopefully.

"I don't know. That's not being honest. She'd kill me if she ever found out."

"OK. I'll tell you what. Let's all go to lunch sometime. She can meet me and see how harmless I am. Maybe she'll get to like me and trust me. We can work her into it slowly. We'll be honest with her. Maybe she'll just enjoy watching you. We'll all have a good talk."

"I think I can arrange that. But I'd like to know I'll have more access to the machine. Do you think I'll be getting to use it again soon?" Kim was starting to be ingratiating to me again.

"It would be a great interruption to the study I'm doing and would disrupt me, personally. I have a strict schedule of testing to do and to disrupt that schedule would upset me."

"I'd make it up to you," the wench cooed. She looked into my eyes, then turned my head to her and gave me an amazing, soul-rattling wet French kiss. She kept going and going and attempting to turn me on more and more. Unfortunately, the traffic light changed and I had to pull away from her lovely mouth and tongue.

"So are you saying you're available to me, personally, Kimmie?" I asked.

"Are you k**ding?" Kim asked. "I'll do anything for you, anytime, anywhere, if you'll let me use the machine once or twice a week. And I think you have enough of an imagination that you realize what that means."

Internally I was laughing at her. But I tried to keep a straight face. "Well, I'll have to think about it and come up with something, I guess. It's a very appealing offer. 'Anything' does cover a lot of ground. I'll call you," I teased.

"Thank you, Honey," Kim said, as she squeezed my hand and stared into my eyes. We arrived at the hotel and I let her out in the parking lot. I watched her stumble and walk crookedly towards her car. My mind began to race. Things were just starting to get good.

Part 3: Romancing Kourtney

So now we were getting somewhere. Kourtney was coming into the mix. As ravenous for her as I've always been, I couldn't tip my hand. It would scare both Kim and Kourtney away and I'd be left with just a bra and panties and some tapes of a horny girl sucking and getting fucked. I wanted much more.

Two days later Kim phoned me to say that Kourtney had agreed to have lunch with us. Could I meet them at a certain upscale Beverly Hills bistro at 1:00 PM tomorrow? I accommodated.

When I showed up about ten minutes late at the restaurant, the K sisters were already there. Kourtney was wearing a bright yellow summer dress that showed off her perfect bosom. I couldn't help but wedge myself between the two sisters. I tried to look at Kim once in a while, but it was almost impossible. I extended my hand out to Kourtney.

"Hello, I'm Robert Kelly, Miss Kardashian. I've always enjoyed watching you whenever I could. You're an exceptional woman."

Kourtney melted me with her smile. "Thank you, Mr. Kelly. Kim has told me you're an ingenious inventor and that I should be anxious to see your latest creation."

"Well, I know Kim certainly likes it. Maybe you would, too. Who knows?"

The three of us all ordered salad. Kim had the Greek, I had the Nicoise and Kourtney had the Caesar. As we sat there chomping on lettuce, Kim moved the conversation along. "Mr. Kelly has agreed to let you see the machine in action, if you want, Kourt. I think you should. You're never going to see anything like this again. It's a dream come true."

"Maybe for you, Honey," Kourtney offered. "But some of us are a little more particular."

"Please just take a look at it. You don't have to use it or anything. But I want you to see how great it is for me and for other women. Mr. Kelly has worked so hard on perfecting it and making it work for me. It certainly does. I remember not too long ago when you were complaining about your lack of 'O's'. This is the answer. Believe me."

I stepped in. "Miss Kardashian, I don't want to foist anything upon you. Your sister is in love with my machine. She needs someone she can share her experience with and you're the only one in the family she thinks will understand. If she were my sister, I'd take that as a compliment and try to understand what it is that is so special to her.

Obviously you don't need to use the machine yourself, but Kim seems to need it in her life. I'm rather proud of it and would love to show you it's capabilities. Just to brag a little. Please forgive my vanity."

I could tell that speaking to Kourtney as an adult and an intelligent person had a good effect on her. She was flattered and responded accordingly.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be critical of something I've never seen and can't possibly understand. Sure, I'll take a look at it. It will be fun."

I smiled a big smile at her, looking deeply into her gorgeous eyes and said, "Thank you." I thought we connected a little. Maybe I was only hallucinating. I was dying to connect with her on any level. I was so smitten it had to be obvious. Kim could tell.

She put her arm around my neck and pulled me closer to her and away from Kourtney. She kissed my cheek and said to Kourtney, "He's my hero." I sort of liked being the territory a gorgeous girl marked. But I knew I'd get everything I wanted if I was just patient.

I didn't bother blindfolding either girl for the trip to the warehouse. I was pleased that both sat in the front seat with me and Kourtney was next to me. She smelled amazing. I could never get enough of her. Kim was obviously nervous and worried about something.

When we arrived at the warehouse, I uncovered the machine so Kourtney could inspect it. Kim embellished the description of the devices by saying things like, "This is where I put my feet. This is the tongue that licks me. This is the cock that goes up my ass. This is the one I suck and control the others with."

Kourtney seemed interested, but not in a way that would lead anyone to believe that she wanted to try it for herself. She was more interested in how Kim used it and what it did to her. Eventually Kourtney and I went into the booth and Kim mounted the sex machine to take a ride. She had prefaced this by saying to both of us, "I'm a little afraid to let go in front of my sister. It's embarrassing. I didn't mind in front of a total stranger. But this is very personal."

I said, "You want her to know how good it is for you, don't you? You want her to realize that this has become an important part of your life. If you don't show her how good it makes you feel, she won't understand. Just relax, Have fun. Let go. Show us both what you and the machine can accomplish together."

That seemed to calm her a little. She stripped and mounted the machine. Kourt and I went into the booth. It was close quarters. She sat very close to me and gazed out the window at her sister.

"I have a secret to tell you. It's one I hope you won't tell Kim," I confided.

"Sure, what is it?" Kourtney asked me.

"Well, I told her that she can control the two cocks and the tongues that lick her by doing different things with the cock in her mouth. Sucking it would make the cocks go in and out, licking it would make the tongues lick her, and so forth. The truth is that I'm controlling everything from in here. I watch what she does with the oral cock, then make the bottom cocks and tongues do corresponding things. I didn't see the harm in it. I thought it would make it more enjoyable for her if she thought she had some influence over what the machine did."

Kourtney giggled. "That's very clever of you," she smiled and said. "So we can actually make the machine do anything to her that we want, is that it?" she asked.

"Yes, that's it. Would you like to control the action for a while?" I quizzed.

"Yes, very much so. Thank you. Just tell me when and what to do," Kourtney said. She moved her chair closer to mine and looked at me in a way that I've been dreaming of for years. I was getting closer.

In the meantime Kim had gotten herself positioned to take in one of the cocks between her legs. She was holding onto the rails with her hands and pushing herself toward the main cock. I showed Kourtney how to thrust the cock forward to touch Kim whenever Kim started sucking hard on the oral cock. It was like watching a k** learn how to play a video game. She loved it. But she wanted to thrust quick and deep into Kim. I told her to go slowly -- to make the cock burrow into Kim's cunt, not pound away at it. Kourtney looked at me quizzically and attempted to slow down the action. But I could tell she was interested in delivering the meat to Kim as quickly and with as much gusto as possible.

Kimmie writhed with her legs until the cock was inside her. They she pushed and pulled as if she was one with the cock. I could only imagine how many times she had done this before. Of course, she was sucking the oral cock hard, trying to get the pussy cock to push and pull in and out of her. Kourtney had learned how to operate the joy stick (appropriately named) and was smiling and laughing as she fucked her sister. "Shit, this is wonderful!" said my Goddess. "The bitch is so into it. I always knew she would be a slave to cock someday. I didn't know I'd be the one fucking her." She laughed again.

I detected a little too much delight in Kourt's voice and face. She really was loving fucking her sis. And not in a romantic way. She was mean about it. The thrusts were not loving -- they were brutal. Kourtney had an agenda. It made me realize she was stronger than even I had thought. It made me love her more.

As Kim approached orgasm I explained to Kourtney about the cum the cock would shoot into Kim's mouth. "Oh, my. I can't wait to see that," remarked the sister.

In addition, I had loaded the vaginal cock with cum so that Kim would feel that "gush" that girls love so much. Kim didn't expect it, but it was coming to her, like it or not. Kim's pace quickened and I could see Kourtney was mesmerized. Her hands were firmly on the controls and she was pushing and pulling in and out of Kimmie to beat the band.

Soon we heard loud a****l sounds coming from Kim and some "Oh, God!" and "Fuck me, just fuck the shit out of me, please!". At last Kim exploded and the cum spilled into her mouth and into her vagina. She was surprised to feel the sticky stuff down South, but happy to lick it up off the cock she had been sucking. I zoomed the camera in that was on her face so Kourtney could get a great look at her expression and the white semen on her tongue and upper lip. Kim was drenched with sweat and happiness.

"Geezus!" exclaimed Kourtney. "I can't believe how it affects her. She's absolutely fucked out of her mind, isn't she?"

I proudly smiled and said, "Yes. The effect of the machine on Kim has been more pronounced than on other subjects I've tested. She has really bonded with it and accepted it as her lover. She really can't get enough of it. She's desperate for it."

As soon as I spoke those last words I regretted it. The look on Kourtney's face scared me. The thought of Kim being desperate for the machine lit a bulb in Kourt's head -- I could see that by the expression on her face. She smiled a very wicked smile, as if she had found a key to a magic box. And, in a way, she had.

For no apparent reason, Kourtney moved her face closer to mine, smiled and pressed her lips onto mine. Soon she thrust her tongue between my teeth and searched for my tongue to mingle with hers. I accepted her advances and immediately became erect. When I kissed her back she didn't begin to pull away. She moved closer into me and got into the French kissing deeper and wetter. It was a dream come true -- a wet one.

When she had to pull away to take a breath she slowly said to me, "You are so very attractive to me. I hope we can get closer and closer."

I told her I knew she had a steady boyfriend and that she seemed to be monogamous. "Don't believe everything you hear on TV," she said. "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. But I'm not going to stay away from you, unless you want me to. You're too good to be true." And she laughed just enough.

Kim had dismounted the machine and towled off a bit before putting her clothes back on and walking toward the booth. Kourtney and I rose to meet her.

"So," Kim asked, "Did you see what that fucking thing can do?"

Kourtney replied, "It is amazing. You were right. But I think the girl in the stirrups had something to do with it's success. You're a natural at this and it's as if the machine was made for you and just you."

"I don't think so," Kim replied. "What do you think, Mr. Kelly?"

I knew I had to choose my words carefully. "You are an exceptional woman, Kim. You can get your mind past the fact that it's not human -- it's a machine. Yet you make love to it as if it's your long-lost boyfriend. For a few special women like you I think it's terrific. But I'm not sure the rank-and-file woman will appreciate it like you do."

"Appreciate it?" Kim asked. "I am fucking totally in love with the mother-fucker. It's my reason for living."

Kourtney smiled a big smile. She said nothing, but I could tell she was pleased. I had yet to realize just how pleased she was.

Part 4: Enslavement

Although it wasn't the big prize, it was time for me to start cashing in on all my hard work.

I phoned Kim and told her to meet me at my apartment at 2:00 PM. I didn't mind that she would know where I live. It was time we got closer -- much closer.

When Kim walked into my place I couldn't believe what I saw. It was if she could read my mind. She was wearing a schoolgirl outfit -- short-sleeved white shirt, open but tied in a bow at the bottom, green plaid pleated skirt -- very short; high white anklets and scuffed saddle shoes. Her hair was in pigtails. She had on her trademark "Angel" colored lipstick and lots of eye makeup. I couldn't have told her to wear anything that I would have liked more. She was gorgeous.

"C'mon in," I stammered. She said nothing, but smiled and followed me to the couch. When I sat down on it, she sat next to me, up against my leg. I put my arm around her and kissed her passionately, deeply. I squeezed her so hard it must have hurt her, but she just kept kissing me, wetly, deeply, using more tongue than I thought she could possibly have. It was the best make-out you could imagine. And it was far from over.

Eventually she pulled back a little, her lipstick smudged all over her face -- and mine, too. "I've been wanting to do that for so long. You have no idea," she said.

I laughed. "Uh, I think I have some idea," I replied. "Pull my pants off me and get down on your knees in front of me," I commanded.

The girl obeyed. She was familiar with this scenario, this role for her. She didn't shy away from her place in the grand scheme of things.

Once my pants were off, my huge boner was exposed. I hadn't put on any underwear in anticipation of such a moment. Kim looked at it intently from her kneeling position. It was a serious look -- an amused yet studious stare. Then she looked up into my eyes. I like to think it was the look of love. But I didn't really give a shit what it was. I knew she was going to suck my cock and I was going to fuck her gorgeous mouth. And that's all I cared about at the moment.

Kim was no slouch at cocksucking. She didn't dive on it or grab it suddenly and go down on the shaft. She knew what to do to get the maximum arousal from me. She placed her sticky lips on my shaft and gave me sweet, little girl kisses up and down. Slowly she began to introduce a little tongue into the program, just to lubricate the area for her lips. She mouthed it like a fish would, but with more purpose and love. Then she began with the long licks. It gave her a chance to look up at me for an approving nod. I didn't feel like giving her one so I looked up at the ceiling. She continued to lick and occasionally kiss my shaft. She rubbed her lipstick all over the shaft. Eventually she touched the tip with the tip of her tongue and moved my dick around in little circles with her tongue. It was her way of showing she controlled it. "Haha," I thought to myself. "This bitch is controlling nothing. I'm controlling everything and this is just going to get better and better," It was a pleasant thought for me.

Kim could contain herself no longer. She went for it. She put her mouth over the tip and began sucking and licking for her life. I knew she was getting wetter and wetter. "Stand up and show me how wet you are, Baby," I said. "Pull your skirt off and push your bush into my face. I want to smell it and taste it."

The girl stood up, unbuttoned her skirt as it fell to the floor. She put one foot up on the couch, next to my thigh and began rubbing her lips up and down on my face. I was in heaven. She smelled so musky and sweaty -- just like a little whore should smell. I stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with the sweet taste of womanhood. I licked just enough to get some of her juices on my tongue so I could swallow them. She wanted much more of my tongue, but I pushed her back down to her knees. She was getting no satisfaction from me until I was completely drained. She was so gorgeous when she was unfulfilled. Her hair was totally messed up yet absolutely perfect. Her eyes were a bit watery -- near tears. Her cunt was damp and needing attention. She was ripe for me and hungry for me. I intended to keep her that way.

Kim resumed bobbing up and down on my cock, doing everything she could to make me cum in her mouth. "A little slower, Baby," I said. "I'll give you what you want in a minute. Be patient."

She never missed a beat with her sucking and licking. The girl was insatiable. She kept mouthing my cock, sucking and licking. She wanted the payoff. I felt a bubbling up deep inside me. It excited me to know she soon would be swallowing my cum. I couldn't decide if I wanted to shoot down her throat or pull out slightly and cover her gorgeous face. It was totally my call. That was for sure. I decided to feed the whore and then wipe my cock off on her face. That way I'd get the best of both worlds. Before I could consciously make any decision about anything, I was cumming down her throat. I made sure she kept her beautiful mouth shut as I continued to gush onto her tongue. I didn't want to deny her any of my precious drops of cum. She seemed to be gagging. The cum must have filled up her throat and she was having trouble breathing. We'd have to work on that, I guessed. But I showed her some mercy and pulled out for a couple of seconds so she could catch her breath. She gasped for air and was panting. She coughed once. I grabbed the back of her head and tilted it up so she could see my face. "Did you swallow it all, Honey?" I nicely said to Kim.

"Yes, I did," Kim said.

"Good girl. We're going to do this over and over and over and over again until you get it perfect. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand completely. Thank you," Kim said with respect.

Then I started wiping my cum-covered cock off on her smooth cheeks and upper lip. She tried to lunge at it with her tongue but I stopped her. "No, you've eaten enough for now. I just want to cover your pretty face with a little. It will be so beautiful."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," is all she could muster. She was in a different zone. That's where I wanted her.

"Don't wipe it off until I tell you that you can," were my last remarks to her before I got up off the couch.

I went into my bedroom and put on a shirt and some underwear. When I returned to the living room, the girl was dressed and sitting on the couch. She appeared to be in somewhat of a daze. But she was smiling. The cum had started to harden on her face and was taking on a paste-like appearance. It was cute. I handed Kim a small mirror and told her to freshen her lipstick. She obeyed, without touching any of the cum that was congealing on her face. It must have been a trip for her to see the cum stuck to her face and know that she wouldn't be removing it soon. I liked what it did to her. The shame made her submissive and pliable.

I finished getting dressed and drove her to a nearby Dairy Queen. She stood in line with me to order our food. We sat down and waited for our number to be called. Some of the other people in the store stared at us. Some didn't notice us. I started explaining the facts of life to Kim.

"You're addicted to my machine, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, it appears that I am. I can't imagine life without it. I have to have it at least every three days. If I don't get it I freak out -- start to cry, can't sleep, become unworldly horny. I don't know what it will drive me to do if I can't have it," admitted Kim.

"So you would do anything to get it on a regular basis -- to be able to count on getting it?" I asked the girl.

"Yes. I definitely would. I'm not above doing whatever you want. As long as I can have the machine two or three times a week for as long as I need it," Kim said.

"You'll get to use the machine as often or as infrequently as I like. You'll do everything I tell you to do and you won't complain. Is that clear?" I sternly asked.

The answer came slowly to Kim. "Y-y-y-es, Sir. It's clear. Thank you." Kim knew she was in trouble and she was scared.

"First of all, you are now my slave. Completely, totally, without limits. You will do everything I tell you to do enthusiastically and wherever and with whomever I say. Understand?"

"Yes," is all she could muster. She was shaking.

"You will call me Master or Baby at all times. No variation. No matter who else is listening. Those two names are all you're allowed to use. All right?"

"Yes, Master. I can do that," she admitted.

"You will give up all other men. You will only touch men I have authorized. If you want to be with a woman I might give my permission. But you have to tell me about her first and ask my permission. You may only be with a woman if you will be submissive to her. Is that understood?"

"Master, I understand," the girl uttered.

"You will never wear a bra in my presence. You will rarely wear panties. You will always wear lipstick, eye shadow, eyeliner and makeup. You will always attempt to be a girlie-girl for me. You will always wear heels that are at least five inches high. You will stop shaving your pubic area. You will try to grow your hair down there as long as possible. And, for now, you will stop shaving your underarms. I'll give you permission to shave later, when it has grown long enough to suit me. Is that clear, bitch?"

"Yes, Baby. It's clear to me. Yes," she stammered.

"I'm going to hurt you. Not just physically, but emotionally also. You're going to be my toy and I'm going to play rough. You're going to be thankful for any attention I give you. You will eventually beg me to hurt you. I know what I'm doing. I've trained slaves before and have turned them into something useful -- not just garbage like you have been. You're going to become addicted not only to my fuck machine, but also to me and everything about me. Especially my cum. Every day you're going to suck me off at least once. Every day I'm going to fuck as many of your holes as I want and as often and hard as I want. And you're going to thank me for it. Do you get the picture now, whore?"

I looked straight into her amazing eyes. I wanted to see the humiliation and fear and submission, along with her tears. I saw it all as she said, "I'll do whatever you say, Master. I'm completely yours." And I felt her love for me. I know that sounds crazy. But it's as if there had always been this slave girl inside of Kim and it was finally becoming who she was on the outside as well as the inside. And she felt free and herself for the first time ever. She was grateful to me and admired my strength and my ability to change her into what she always had been and had wanted to be. She looked up to me. She'd do a lot more of that very soon. I'd make sure of it.

Ch. 05

I was home relaxing in front of my TV when a knock came at the door. I knew it wasn't Kim. She wouldn't dare show up uninvited. When I opened the door I almost fell over. There was standing Kourtney looking fabulous. She was wearing a yellow knit minidress with a low-cut neckline. I couldn't see a bra on her. She was made up with deep eyes and a whitish-pinkish lipstick that glistened of moisture. Enormous hoop earrings nearly touched her shoulders. Her hair was perfectly raven and soft.

She smiled at me and showed off those enormous white teeth of hers. "Hi", she said. "Are you busy? I took the chance you might have time for me."

"I'd make time for you any time," I confessed, as she walked through the doorway and made her way to my couch.

"Can I get you a little wine?" I asked the goddess.

"Sure", she replied. "If you have some, too."

With shaky knees I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of pinot grigio into my best wine glasses. When I brought them to her I noticed her legs were crossed and her short hem had ridden up so far that I could see most of her panty's triangle, and the dark hair underneath it.

I stammered, "You look amazing." Then I realized I must appear like a schoolboy after his first kiss. I didn't want Kourtney to think of me in that way. But I really didn't have any control over the situation – she had it all.

As I sat down next to her on the couch she took my wine glass in her hand and set it down on the table. Hers had already been put there. Then she put her arm around my neck and pulled me toward her. She opened her mouth and laid the most fabulous French kiss on me that I had ever had. She kept her tongue inside my mouth for what seemed like an hour, searching for my tongue , finding it and licking the tip of it. She went deep down my throat and I loved every second of it. I couldn't help but push her down on her back on the couch and roll on top of her as I continued kissing her. I eventually pulled one shoulder of her dress down, freeing one enormous breast and put my mouth around her nipple, sucking and licking and kissing it passionately. Kourtney started to moan and pushed her tit deeper into my mouth. I loved sucking her. I loved feeling her hot body up against my face. I loved smelling her and looking at her amazing face. I was whipped.

"Have you got a bedroom around here somewhere?" she k**ded.

I didn't speak. I just stood up, grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom, pushing her backwards onto my bed. I removed her shoes and kissed her feet. I began kissing up and up on her legs.

Her legs! How amazing they were! Muscular, dark, smooth, spreading farther and farther apart, welcoming me to my eventual destination – the destination I had dreamed of reaching many, many times. She used her leg muscles to wrap herself around me and pulled my head closer to her crotch.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed her white panties from the top and pulled them down to her ankles, then off. The glistening pubic hair and the smell of her cunt intoxicated me. I couldn't wait to dive in. I tasted her – wanted to taste all of her. I pushed my tongue inside her and licked around the vast cavern. Soon I was sucking her clit and licking her lips up and down. She seemed to like it. She dug her heels into my back and kicked me once, then twice. I pushed my tongue further into her and licked faster and harder. Kourtney was moaning as if she was about to cum. I was hoping she would, because I had dreamed of swallowing her discharge more than once.

The noises she made were music to my ears. She got louder and louder with "Uh, uh, ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Soon she was pushing her lips onto mine and digging her heels in like a mad woman. She soon quivered, sweating and straining. I tasted her precious cum and swallowed every drop. I was in heaven for the first time in my life. Still panting, Kourtney used her feet to kick me away from her. She lay on my bed with her massive breasts rising and falling and her heavy breathing turning me on more and more. I had the largest boner I have ever experienced. Hoping to make some progress for myself, I said, "Wow. I hope you enjoyed that as much as you seemed to."

Kourtney gave me a look I didn't understand, but soon would. She was still panting but managed to say, "Get out of here and leave me alone for a while." I thought this statement was incredulous as I had my huge erection sticking straight out at her face and was swinging it around as if it needed attention. It did! But I obeyed the angel and went out to my couch. She looked so amazing. All beautiful women look more beautiful right after they've had an orgasm, don't they?

I sat on my couch for about ten minutes, wondering whether I should stroke myself off or wa