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I just turned nineteen. I graduated from high school last year and I have several jobs. I work as a waitress at a restaurant in the evening four or five nights a week. It depends on how often they need me.

I also work for a cleaning service, cleaning homes during the day. One of the houses I clean once a week is my neighbor's house. Not right next door, a couple of houses down. He asked me about cleaning his house when he found out I was doing it and I do it for him without him having to go through the service. That way I can keep all the money.

He is an older guy. I guess in his early forties. He is kind of good looking, but he has always made me a little nervous. He doesn't talk much, and when he looks at me he has always given me the impression that he could see right through me. It isn't that he was creepy, he was friendly enough and he never said or did anything improper. He even looked at my eyes when we talked! You know how hard it is for a guy to do that.

Every Wednesday I go to Mr. Ford's house and spend about three or four hours cleaning. He works at home and stays in his office out of my way and frequently I don't see him at all while I am there, even though he is in his office, which is the one room that he doesn't pay me to clean.

Today, however, he got a phone call and had to leave shortly after I arrived. He isn't always there when I am cleaning and it wasn't any big deal for me to be in his house alone. Except that this time I thought I would be nice and vacuum his office for him while he was out. It turned out to be a life changing experience.

I pushed the office door open and started vacuuming. I was careful not to disturb anything, but I had to move a box in a corner and when I disturbed it, it came open. It was full of paperback books. I didn't pay any attention to it though, I just moved it and vacuumed and moved it back. When I bent down to close the box, some of the titles suddenly caught my eye.

"Oh my god," I thought. They were a collection of what appeared to be a couple of hundred bright red paperback books. They all had pictures of a young woman on the cover in extreme distress.
The titles were all about **** and torture. I didn't even know how I got to my knees, but I was kneeling there pulling them out of the box one at a time and looking at the erotic drawings on the covers and reading the titles of the books. Books with titles like "Daughter Degraded" and "Beaten Prisoner Wife" and "Chained, Tortured Schoolgirl" and hundreds more! I considered 'borrowing' one or two, but decided that would be a bad idea. I pushed the box back where I found it and closed the flaps back down. I finished up in the office and went back to cleaning the house.

I did everything I was supposed to do. But today I did it in a fog. I could not get those books out of my mind! Finally I had put my cleaning supplies away and picked up the check that Mr.Ford had left for me on the kitchen island and I was on my way out the door. But I couldn't do it. I ran back upstairs and picked out two interesting titles from the box and hid them in my bag and left quickly, locking up with my key.

I guess I should tell you something about myself. As I said, I just turned nineteen. I was living with my mother until a couple of months ago when I finally got my own small apartment. Well, it would have to get bigger to be small, it's tiny.

I have a very nice body and I am proud of it. I watch my diet, but I don't really have a lot of time for exercise. Hopefully someday my life will be less hectic. I am 5'6", 115 pounds, blonde hair, green eyes, and I have been told that I have a very nice ass. My breasts are a little small, B cup, but even though I know that most men prefer larger breasts, I am happy with them. I figure sagging won't be as much of a problem when I am older.
Besides, it is much easier to buy nice clothes that fit well if you have smaller breasts.

I like sex. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. I wouldn't say I was promiscuous. I don't sleep with everyone I date and I have never slept with anyone on the first date. But as I said, I like sex. I don't always, or even often, have orgasms from it.
Still, it is exciting to have a guy kiss you and touch you and undress you and to know how bad he wants you. As the old song says, "I enjoy being a girl".

I am very aware, however, that the second best orgasm I ever had was when Bill Harris was making love to me. He held my hands over my head in one of his strong hands and I felt totally helpless.
He stared into my eyes and I felt well and truly taken. He was large and strong and I felt overpowered. It was very exciting.

My best orgasm, however, was when I said "No" to Tom Phillips. We had gone out to dinner and spent a little time at a club. I had to get up early so we couldn't stay too long. He grudgingly took me home and somehow wormed his way into my new apartment. It was my only experience with 'date ****'. He took control as soon as my door closed. We had been dating for a month or so and we had sex a couple of times. Tonight, though, I was not in the mood. I was tired and a little pissed at him for being such an ass.

As soon as we got into my apartment he started pushing me toward my couch and pulling my clothes off. I was fighting him off, but not screaming or trying to hurt him. Finally he got tired of it and he used the cloth belt from my dress to tie my hands behind my back and he pulled my dress down to my elbows and pulled by bra up over my breasts and roughly mauled them while he held me close and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was struggling and begging him to stop, but he just ignored me.

Finally he pushed me to the floor and bent me down over the seat of the sofa. He pulled my dress up in back and ripped my panties off violently. Then he held me down while he unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his belt loops.

As soon as it was free he doubled it over and started beating my ass. As he was beating me he was yelling at me, "Don't you ever say no to me again, god damn it. You fucking tease, you bitches are all alike. You just use men to get what you want and send them home with blue balls and think that it's just great fun. You fucking bitch!"

I was crying hysterically, but he didn't care, he must have beaten my ass for several minutes before he pulled his pants off and ****d me from behind.

I knelt there helplessly, my hands tied behind my back, his hand holding my hair in his firm grip and pulling my head up so that he could see my face while he fucked me. His other hand kept moving under me and squeezing and pinching my breasts and my nipples. It was horrible, and I came harder than I had ever come in my life! I came over and over. I lost track of how many times I came. I had never been so aroused in my life. Some of those **** stories I read on the internet flashed through my mind as Tom violently ****d me and I screamed in pleasure.

Tom finally came in me. He stood up and wiped his cock clean in my hair. Then he dressed and left without ever saying another word. It took me almost fifteen minutes to get my hands free!

I sat on my dress on the floor for a long time sobbing and sad and furious and confused.

Finally I got up and took a shower and as I washed my sore body I pictured what had happened that night in my mind and as I washed my sore pussy I was on the verge of another orgasm. Well, I had no reason to disappoint me, so I rubbed myself until I came again. As soon as my orgasm passed I was mad at myself for doing it.

I never went out with Tom again. I may never be sure if that is because he didn't call again. I honestly don't know if I would have gone out with him again. It was, after all, the best orgasm I ever had at the hands of someone else. That was several months ago.

Now I was rushing home with two paperback books in my bag that I had taken from Mr. Ford's home. I would normally go home after cleaning his home and since I had several hours before I had to be at the restaurant I would search the web for more stories about women being ****d and abused and humiliated. I know, that's sick, but I can't help what turns me on. I would sit at my computer and read them and run a vibrator over my pussy and have several nice orgasms before getting ready for work.

Besides reading the stories I would sometimes look for men in chat rooms with similar tastes. I was often tempted to meet them.
I would get so turned on by the idea of allowing some guy to violate me and abuse me that it was almost irresistible. I really thought that it would be exciting to experience some of the things that I read about.

Today, however, I got home and sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the drawings on the covers of the two books I had taken and imagined myself in those situations. I quickly dropped my clothing into a pile on the floor and pulled a vibrator out of my nightstand. I don't think it took me an hour to read the first book and I had to stop frequently to have one fantastic orgasm after another.

When I finally got to the last page of the book I turned off my vibrator and looked at myself. My thighs and the bedspread under me were soaking wet. My pussy was actually sore from an hour of violent masturbation. I remade my bed and put the books in my nightstand and took a shower. The shower calmed me down and cooled me off and I started getting ready for work.

When I was dressed I went out to my little kitchenette and I had a salad and leafed through the book again. I was saving the second one for tomorrow. I was getting turned on again and I decided I had best do something to take my mind off of it before I went to work.

I turned on the TV and stared at it, but I didn't hear a word. I just kept imagining myself being taken. Being undressed and having sex with two or three large, mean, men. Being forced to service them and humiliate myself for their amusement. I couldn't get it out of my mind!

That night at work I did a terrible job. My friends kept asking me if something was wrong. I just couldn't stop thinking about the images in that book. It is a good thing it was a slow night.

I was exhausted when I got home and it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to fall into a deep sleep. But the first thing I did the next morning was get the second book out and grab my vibrator. This time I was smart enough to put a towel under my ass before I started though.

Just like with the first book, I read it cover to cover in about an hour. As I read I had one wonderful orgasm after another. I almost called in sick at my house cleaning job. I wanted to read both books again. I think that the only reason I didn't was that my pussy was getting sore and my wrist was getting tired and my stomach was even getting sore from all of the muscle contractions when I came. Besides, if I wanted to keep from moving back in with my mother I was going to have to keep the money coming in.

I showed up for work at ten AM and my partner and I went to work.
It isn't the most exciting job in the world, but it isn't that hard either and it pays pretty well.

The woman I work with, Joyce, noticed that I looked tired and distracted. I just told her that I had worked late last night.
Joyce is a nice woman. I like her, but she isn't someone I know well enough to share secrets with. As that thought went through my mind I realized that I didn't have anyone in my life that I could share the kind of secret I had with. I had friends. But I had only had one very close, best friend. Since she got married we just aren't as close as we once were. We both have busy schedules. We still get together sometimes, but it isn't like it was when we were in school.

Luckily, this was one of my days off from the restaurant. We had two houses to clean and then I went home. I went right back to bed with those books. I had discovered internet porn stories a couple of years ago and I read them every day. I had some favorite stories. There were some authors I looked for. But none of the stories I had read had seemed as intense as those two books I had taken. The fact that someone had edited out all of the misspellings and grammatical errors didn't hurt either.
Sometimes you want to find out where those guys on the internet live and send them a dictionary.

I spent the rest of the evening rereading those two books and, after putting new batteries in my vibrator, cumming until I couldn't stand it anymore. I finally took a shower and tossed my damp towel in the dirty clothes and ate a light supper. Then I sat around trying to figure out how I was going to take these two books back, and borrow two more before next Wednesday. I had a key to his house after all.

I knew that I didn't have the nerve to go into his house without permission. I am just unlucky enough to get caught. I hated it, but I resigned myself to having to wait until next Wednesday. I finally went to sleep and, man, I have to tell you, the dreams that night were something else!

I woke up early the next morning. I had been so exhausted from hours of masturbating yesterday that I had gone to sleep before 8:00 PM. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and suddenly I knew how to get more books! I would admit to Mr. Ford that I had taken two, and ask to borrow a couple more!

I know, there are all kinds of reasons why that is a very bad idea. I tend to believe, in retrospect, that I was acting on a subconscious desire to have him give me the life I was reading about in those books and stories. I know. That's stupid. I didn't know the man at all and he was more than twice my age.

I had four hours before I had to show up at my cleaning job. I got dressed and sat at my little kitchen table and thought about going over there and returning his books. As I thought about it I began to imagine some of the far fetched things that might happen if I did. Really imagine them, picture them in my mind. Before I knew it I was parking at the curb outside Mr. Ford's house.

I sat in my car for a few minutes, telling myself that I was insane. I guess I was right, because I got out of my car and went to his front door and rang the bell. He keeps his car in the garage so I couldn't tell if he was home. I didn't hear anything until he opened the door. When he saw me he stepped back to let me in.

"Are you here to return my books?" he asked.

I was shocked, I had been certain that he wouldn't notice. I blushed and nodded.

"Did you enjoy them?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I answered. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye and was staring at the floor.

"I was dismayed when I found out that you had taken them. I am very relieved to see that you are an honest young woman after all."

I handed him the two I had taken and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Ford. I thought I would do you a favor and vacuum your office while you were out. I saw the books and I ....I couldn't resist."

I couldn't figure out how he knew that I had them. It would be months before I found out that he had a motion detector on his computer and when I had come in to vacuum his office it had recorded what I did.

"Would you like to borrow a few more Nicol?" he asked.

I was so embarrassed that I almost said no. I didn't want someone, especially someone who knew me, knowing what a pervert I was. But that was, after all, why I was here. I nodded again.

He reached out and lifted my chin gently, turning my face up and looked into my eyes.

"Those things excite you don't they? You must be just a little desperate to be back here after only two days, admitting what you have done, and asking for more. You are desperate, aren't you?"

I hesitated, then I said, "Mr. Ford, I..."

"No, don't call me Mr. Ford! Call me master!"

Oh god. I couldn't do it! I started to pull away from him, but our eyes were still locked together. He didn't try to stop me. I could come or go, it was up to me. I wanted to go, I was already humiliated. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to call him Master.
Just imagining it was turning me on. I knew that my underwear would be damp and uncomfortable at work today.

He dropped his hand and waited for me to decide.

"Yes, Master, I am desperate. I have had these fantasies for years and I have read hundreds of stories on the internet that fed the fantasies. But those books, even the pictures on the covers, were so much more intense. I need more."

"Do you need more books Nicol, or are you ready for the next step?"

I was thinking, "Is this really why I came here?" I suddenly realized that it was. I didn't want to leave here today with just a couple of books. Or worse yet, empty handed.

I met his gaze again and said in a nervous whisper, "I am ready for the next step Master."

"You have really surprised me Nicol. I can usually tell about a woman. I didn't think you were the type."

"Are there a lot of women like me?" I asked. I had often felt like I must be the only one.

"Quite a few," he said. "There are quite a few more women that never admit it. They don't even admit it to themselves. They go through their lives making everyone around them miserable because of it."

He then took my breath away when he said, "Take off all of your clothes and hang them by the door and join me in the kitchen, we need to talk." Then he just turned his back and walked away.

I wasn't sure I could do it. I am proud of my body, but I'm not used to being naked. Certainly not around a man I hardly know, a man twice my age.

I didn't really think about it though. I hesitated only a moment before I slowly pulled my top up over my head and hung it up. My slacks were next and then my bra and panties. I felt silly with socks and tennis shoes on so I took them off too.

"Now, all I have to do is follow him to the kitchen," I thought. I knew that as soon as I did, I was his.

I could dress and leave now and it would be over. Or I could walk in there and give myself to my new Master and experience the things that had filled my dreams and my masturbatory fantasies for years. Do you know what made up my mind? Tom Phillips! I thought of the night that he ****d me and I followed my new Master to the kitchen.

It took all of my willpower not to cover myself in that classic maiden pose when I entered the room. Mr. Ford was looking at the books I had taken, but he looked up when I came in and smiled.

"Lovely!" he exclaimed. "You are truly beautiful, Nicol. It pleases me that you aren't trying to hide your charms behind your arms as nearly every other woman would do. It pleases me even more that it is obviously difficult for you."

He was drinking a cup of coffee. He didn't offer me anything, or a seat. He glanced down at the books again and held up one of them and said, "This was one of my favorites. Good choice."

I blushed even more, if that's possible.

He seemed to be ignoring my nudity as he spoke conversationally.
"As I understand it, you plan on working two jobs until you can afford to go to college. Is that correct?"

"Yes Master," I said, and I noticed that every time I said it I got a thrill.

"I might be able to help. It's up to you. It depends on how far you are willing to go."

I thought that sounded promising, but scary at the same time. I waited for him to continue.

"If you are willing to serve as my slave, my total slave, my sex slave, until you finish your education, I am willing to pay your expenses. I will provide you with tuition, books, clothing, that will be clothing of my choosing, an allowance, meals and a place to live. In return, you will belong to me completely and you will agree to only one thing."

"You must agree to never, ever say no to anything I tell you to do. We both know what this is about. We both know what turns us on. So you know some of the things that will be expected of you.
Would you like some time to think about it? If you like you may go up and pick out a few more books and take them home and think it over. Or, you can just decide now. I suspect that you already know what you want to do."

"I want to be your slave Master." They say the truth shall set you free. I felt a terrible burden lifted off of my shoulders when I gave myself to him. Not the fear. I still had fear. That was why I was so excited.

"Alright, good, I expect you will have to give notice before leaving your two jobs. You will have to do the same for your apartment. I want you to go upstairs and take a handful of books and go home. Go to your jobs and give your notice. Notify your landlord. Gather your belonging and show up at my door when you are ready to start your new life."

"Yes Master," I said. I was very disappointed. I had fully expected that I would be doing a lot more than taking off my clothes this morning. But I ran upstairs as ordered and took a half a dozen more books.

I went back to the foyer and started dressing to leave for work.
Master came into the room as I was dressing and stopped me. He grabbed my bra and panties and said, "When you get home throw all of these away, and any pantyhose you own as well. I don't permit them and you might as well get used to it."

"Yes Master," I said. Then I continued to dress. I expected him to watch, but instead he went upstairs and I didn't see him again until I was ready to serve him.

As soon as I got to work I told them I was going to quit. They were nice about it and understood. There is a big turnover in this line of work and they knew that I was going to leave for college as soon as I could anyway. I asked them how much notice they wanted and they asked me to work until the end of next week. That was taken care of!

Joyce and I cleaned our two houses and then I went home and got cleaned up and got comfortable with my vibrator to enjoy myself until it was time to get ready to go to my next job. It was just like it had been with the other books I had taken. Bliss! In fact, it was more exciting now because I knew that soon I was going to be a sex slave. I had a Master!

When I managed to stagger into work that evening I told my boss I needed to give him notice because I was going back to school. He was very nice about it. They even had a little party for me after we closed! I had only been part time anyway, so it wouldn't be that hard on him. He didn't require any notice. He left it up to me. I told him that I would work until the end of next week.

I didn't need to contact my landlord. I had a month to month contract, but I went ahead and called him in the morning and told him I would be moving out. I even started packing. It took me a while. I had to keep stopping and reading more of the books.

By the end of the week I had packed everything I owned and I was ready. I still had another week on the apartment, but I had contacted the utilities and arranged to have them disconnected and I was ready to start my new life. I didn't have that much.
The apartment had been furnished and most of my clothes were still at my mother's house. I didn't have a lot of closet space.
I could have lived with my mom while I was working. Lately though, there was a lot of friction between us. She wasn't ready to let me grow up for one thing. But mostly I really resented the fact that she refused to help me with college.

My dad had died in an airplane crash a few years ago and the settlement that mom got was enough to put her on easy street. She paid off what few bills she and dad had and the rest went into the bank. She continued to live in her paid for house and work in the bakery at the local grocery store. I knew that dad would have wanted to at least pay my tuition. Not mom though, and she wouldn't say why. So we fought a lot. I finally had to get out.

I managed to get through one more night alone in my tiny apartment and then it was Saturday morning. Almost before I knew it I was parking once more at the curb in front of Mr. Ford's house.

I went to the door and rang the bell. It was early and he was still in his robe. He opened the door and smiled. "I wasn't sure you would be back. Come on in."

I stepped in when he stepped back and he stood there waiting. I suddenly realized what he was waiting for and I blushed and said "Sorry Master. This is all new to me." Then I took off the little sundress I was wearing.

He started walking to the kitchen. He asked me over his shoulder if I had eaten breakfast yet.

I said "No Master," and I went in and sat down, at his insistence, while he served me coffee and made me a fantastic cheese omelet. After we ate he started filling me in on what would be expected of me.

"From now on, unless I tell you otherwise, you are never to wear clothing in the house. We will be going shopping soon to get you some clothing that I feel is more appropriate. These will not be the same items that you will wear to school, but it is several months before the next semester starts and there is time for that later. You will be required to do those household chores you do not already do, such as making the beds, doing most of the cooking and the laundry. There will be times when you will be required to call me Master. You will come to know when those times are. The rest of the time you may call me Jeff."

"There will be times, when the spirit moves me, that you will be hurt. But you will never be harmed. There will be many times when you are humiliated, publicly and privately. I will not, however, interfere with your education. You will be allowed, no, encouraged to do all that is necessary to get the best education that you can. I am afraid, however, that dating will be out of the question, at least for the foreseeable future. Now, I have some questions for you."

He asked me about my sexual history and I told him everything. I even told him how much I had enjoyed being ****d by Tom.

I was starting to get frustrated. I had fully expected that as soon as I surrendered to him this morning I would be ravished like some poor heroine in a Harlequin novel. Well, I have never actually read a Harlequin novel, I am just guessing about that. I was excited about being naked in front of this older, attractive, dominant man who seemed to share my desire to explore the seamier side of our sexuality. I realized he was toying with me, and I suppose I should have appreciated that. Unfortunately, I had been reading his little Greenleaf novels for days now and I wanted nothing more than to be fucked long and hard. I wanted to scream it out loud, but then, I suppose that it was obvious, and just the thing he was looking for in a slave.

I felt his eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast. Then he handed me one of his t-shirts and the panties he had taken from me the last time I was here. He ordered me to put them on and unload my car. I put the t-shirt on. It was a loose fitting muscle T with large armholes. Every move I made seemed to bare one or the other of my breasts. The shirt did not cover the crotch of my underwear. Was this my first test?

I asked him where I should put my things and he designated a spare bedroom next to the room he was using for his office. I opened the front door and started for my car, looking around as I went, to see who was outside.

I had lived two houses down from here for my entire life. I knew, at least to say hello to, everyone on this small, quiet street.
It was Saturday morning and people were coming out to do their yard work. I tried not to meet their stares of disbelief as I made a dozen trips back and forth with my things. I knew my mom was going to hear about this. I wondered what she would have to say about it.

When I was down to my last three boxes the Clifford brothers came out to watch, closely. They were, if I remember correctly, fifteen and sixteen now. They had always been a pain in the butt. I had caught them peeking in my window once, trying to watch me undress.

Now they were getting to see almost everything and there was nothing I could do about it. I was carrying a heavy box with both hands, and every step I took exposed one of my breasts. I could only take comfort in the fact that there was every chance that their bulging eyes were going to fall right out of their sockets.

I ignored them as I finished moving my things into the house, and they never spoke to me. They just stood there so close that they could touch me while I leaned into my car, baring my breasts and exposing my panty covered ass to both of them. After I turned and walked back to the house I heard them talking excitedly, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I had a pretty good idea though.

As I walked back and forth between my car and the house I saw Mr. Ford, Jeff, in the upstairs window watching. I couldn't see his face very well, but I was pretty sure that he was smiling broadly as I humiliated myself in front of the neighbor brats.

Once I had stacked my worldly possessions in the designated spare bedroom I stripped again and then I went into Jeff's office to tell him that I had finished. He was working at his computer when I went in. He ordered me to go get my vibrator and pick out a book from the box and lie down on the floor where he could see me and enjoy the book. He suggested I bring a towel too.

My legs were shaking with excitement and I was as excited as I had been the first time I was undressed by a boy. I had no trouble digging out my vibrator and the six books I had taken last time. I grabbed a couple of towels and went into Jeff's office and put the six books I had read aside with the first two I had 'borrowed', setting all of these events in motion.

I picked a new book out at random and stretched out beside the computer desk. Jeff made me change my positions. He wanted to be able to see my face. I could not believe I was actually going to masturbate in front of my neighbor. The neighbor I had always found to be so intimidating.

I was unable to look Jeff in the eye as I adjusted my position. I rested my head on one of the towels and my ass on the other and, vibrator in hand, I started reading. Knowing that he was watching made it so humiliating that I had the first of the many orgasms I would have that morning almost instantly. I thought he was ignoring me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye as I read and he would glance at me from time to time, but mostly he was working on his computer.

I didn't find out until later that he had his web cam pointed at me and he was broadcasting my actions to a couple friends of his and chatting with them while I masturbated. I also didn't find out until later that he wasn't working out of his office at home.
Well, at least not working to make money. He had a political blog that he worked on for a while every morning.

I found out later that he and his two friends had been the proud fathers of an internet start up company which they had built into a household name and one of the most visited sites on the net.
They became filthy rich when they were bought out by a major
corporation and now they just played and traveled. I was amazed.
I don't think anyone on the street was aware that Jeff was a
multimillionaire. His two friends had bought expensive homes in
exclusive areas, but Jeff had lived in his home all of his life
and he liked the house and he liked the quiet neighborhood and he
liked the neighbors. So he put a little money into fixing up his
house and took it easy and let his money work for him. He still
has the same car he drove before he became wealthy. I am poor and
I have a newer car than he has!

I was half way through the book I was masturbating to when I saw
Jeff stand up and take his slacks off. In the past four years
since I lost my virginity, well, I didn't actually lose it. I
know where it went and I gave it away eagerly. Anyway, since then
I had been intimate with a half a dozen guys, guys my own age.
They were all similarly equipped. All of their sexual equipment
was within the average range of sizes, all pretty normal looking.
One was uncircumcised, which was amusing for a while. I knew that
all men were actually not created equal when they took their
pants off, just like all women are not equal when they remove
their tops. I was, however, not prepared for the large male organ
throbbing with lust as Jeff stood over me staring down.

I tried not to look scared, but I was. I was more excited than
scared though. His oversized cock looked so masculine, so manly,
so menacing. I stared as he took off his shirt. He has a very
good body, slender and firm where he should be firm. I knew that
he had a small room off of his bedroom with exercise equipment,
now I knew that he actually used it. I couldn't stop my eyes from
traveling back down to his cock. I guess it was not actually that
much longer than the ones I had gotten used to. It was only about
eight inches long. But it was much thicker than any of the other
cocks I had seen, especially at the base.

He watched me stare in awe at his cock for a moment, and then he
said, "Are you any good at sucking cock?"

I tore my eyes away from his cock and looked him in the eye. "Not
really," I admitted. It was not one of my favorite things to do.
I would do it a little as foreplay, but I had only once sucked a
cock to climax and I had not enjoyed it, especially the end
result.

"You're going to be," he said. "Get up on your knees." I didn't
realize it at the time but he was standing so that his friends
could get the best view on the web cam. I had no idea that three
men, including Jeff, were watching me as I masturbated, or that
two men were watching me now as I got to my knees and prepared to
take a cock between my lips.

I knelt in front of him and he held his cock in his hand. He
moved it over my face gently, while watching my reaction. I
closed my eyes and shivered, but he made me open my eyes again.
At his direction I kissed the very tip of his cock, and then
licked it all over. He let go of his cock and let it rest on my
cheek and forehead as I licked his balls. While I licked him he
patted my head in a demeaning manner and told me that I would be
taking it down my throat by this time next week. I was pretty
sure that was impossible, but I wasn't going to correct him.

He finally put his cock in my mouth and told me how he wanted me
to suck it. I put my left hand on his balls and my right hand
around the base of his cock and gently jacked him off into my
mouth as he forced more and more of his cock into me. In no time
at all I was gagging as his organ struck the back of my throat on
each down stroke. I gagged and choked, but I didn't fight him.

"That's a good girl," he said, as though talking to a nervous
horse he was trying to put a saddle on. "That's a good girl, you
just have to get used to it."

I tried to match the pace of my beating hand with the pace of his
thrusts. I was slurping loudly and my lips were really being
stretched by his fat cock. I couldn't wait to feel it between my
legs!

"You really aren't very good at this are you?" Jeff said. He was
obviously amused at my clumsy efforts to please him. "I am going
to ejaculate into your mouth soon. I have not had an orgasm in a
while and I expect that there will be a rather large quantity. If
you spill any you will be punished. If you swallow it you will be
punished. I want you to hold it all in your mouth until I tell
you otherwise."

I sucked his cock as well as I could for another moment or two,
still trying to match my movements to his thrusting hips, until
he pulled all but the very tip of his cock from my mouth and held
my mouth still and I used my fist, which seemed so tiny on his
large cock, to bring him to a climax.

It had been a long time since my only other experience with
having a man cum in my mouth. At least this time I had some idea
what to expect. Still, I can't say I was really prepared for the
force or the volume of his ejaculate. I almost pulled my head
away, he wasn't holding me. I managed to control that urge to
escape and looked up into his face as he shot spurt after spurt
of his hot cum into my mouth.

As his orgasm subsided he opened his eyes and smiled down at me.
"Very good," he said, and I felt genuinely pleased that he
thought so. "You still have a lot to learn, but don't worry, you
are going to get a lot of practice. Now, you keep that cream in
your mouth for a while and keep stirring it up with your tongue.
I will let you know when you can swallow it."

The only other time I had tasted cum it had tasted and smelled
like bleach. Jeff's cum wasn't like that. It was not at all
unpleasant. I knelt in front of him and our eyes stayed locked
together as I savored his cum with my tongue. He finally let me
swallow and then he said, "I will fuck you in a little while.
Right now I have to finish up here. Go find something to do
around the house."

"Yes Master," I said. I wanted to call him that. It excited me. I
tried to push the image of his beautiful cock to the back of my
mind as I went out into the hallway and went into his bedroom. I
made his bed and collected a few items of dirty clothing. I
gathered up the laundry and sorted it and began washing. I had,
at Master's direction, not come in and cleaned last Wednesday. He
didn't want to see me until I showed up ready to move in.

So I vacuumed and dusted and mopped and cleaned the bathrooms and
all of the time I was incredibly conscious of being stark naked
and I thought of nothing so much as what it was going to be like
when at last he entered my pussy with that powerful organ and
finally possessed me.

By mid afternoon I had finished the house work and was looking
out through the patio doors into the back yard. It was beautiful.
There was a very large pool and a big deck and it was all
professionally landscaped. There was a large wooden fence around
the yard, but I noticed that the yard wasn't completely private.
There was one window in the house next door that looked down on
Jeff's back yard, and one window in the house straight across the
yard on the next street. All the other houses had their views
obstructed by the carefully placed plantings.

I heard Jeff come downstairs and he told me that I had done a
great job. He was wearing his swim trunks and he said, "Let's go
for a swim Nicol."

I had noted that the house next door could see into his yard and
was not anxious to be displayed yet again for those rotten little
bastards that lived next door, but it wasn't up to me. I followed
him outside and closed the patio door.

I watched him as he went to the diving board and gracefully dived
in and started swimming laps. I figured that the sooner I got in
the less of a spectacle I would make if there were any little
peeping toms watching. So I moved to the pool steps and made my
way down, until I was finally in up to my waist and then I ducked
down and took a moment to get used to the cool water. Once I had
adjusted I started swimming.

I was nowhere near as graceful as Jeff was, and I was self
conscious about it, but it was good exercise. I didn't want him
to think I couldn't keep up, so I tried to match him lap for lap.
I was embarrassed that I couldn't. I didn't last more than a few
laps and then I just stood on the side, half way down the pool
where the water was neck deep and watched him knife through the
water with ease. Several times as I stood there relaxing in the
water I was sure that I saw movement in the upstairs window next
door.

When Jeff finally finished swimming his laps I mentioned it to
him and he said, "Yes, they are always checking out my guests
when I have any. They aren't normally this lucky though, since
most of my guests wear bathing suits."

"Aren't you concerned," I asked. "They are kind of young. I mean,
if their parents find out they might be upset." My biggest
concern wasn't the k**'s parents. I was very uncomfortable with
the idea that those two little monsters would enjoy seeing me
naked. But I was at least smart enough not to say that.

He knew though, he could tell what I was really concerned about.
I knew from the smile on his face that he knew exactly what was
bothering me. He waded through the water to where I was standing
and with no apparent effort he lifted me out of the water and sat
me on the side of the pool. Then he ran his fingers over my wet
body, touching me for the first time. I must say that he was very
good at it! In no time at all I had my head thrown back and I was
moaning in pleasure as he caressed my breasts and pinched and
pulled on my nipples. I knew without looking that the boys were
watching. I decided that if Jeff didn't care, fuck it! Let them
watch and learn.

After teasing my body with his fingers for a while, Jeff pulled
me back into the water. Then he picked me up and carried me out
and laid me down on a lounge chair. My legs hung down over the
end and my butt was inches from the edge. I felt him spread my
legs and I shivered with pleasure as he kissed his way up my
thighs to my dripping pussy. He kissed all around it for a moment
and then he started eating me out.

There had been men that licked my pussy before Jeff. It has been
my experience, however, that men my age are not really interested
in pleasing their partner. If a guy my age is licking your pussy,
it is usually because he wants to make sure it is wet enough to
ease his entry into your body. Causing you pleasure is nowhere on
his mind. Not one of the six men I had sex with up until now had
ever eaten me to orgasm. There had never been more than a few,
very pleasant, but all too perfunctory licks before they jumped
on top of me and started pumping into me with all of the style
and grace of an oil well.

Not Jeff! He ate me through orgasm after mind shattering orgasm.
He ate me until I was screaming loudly and at last my eyes rolled
up in my head and I began to lose consciousness. Then he pulled
me to my feet and took the cushion from the lounge, placed it on
the ground, and laid me down on it and mounted me.

"Oh my god," I thought. "It's finally happening! He is taking me,
making me his!"

I felt the large head of his cock enter me and I spread my legs
open wide and wrapped my arms around his back. I had my eyes
closed and at first I didn't know what was going on when he
pushed up off of me and he grabbed my wrists and held them up
over my head with one strong hand and with his other hand he
pushed my hair out of my face and I opened my eyes and looked
into his. Our eyes stayed locked as he slowly pushed more and
more of his cock into me.

He watched my every reaction as I panted, gasped and moaned while
my pussy stretched more than it had ever been stretched before to
accommodate Jeff's magnificent manhood. I found myself calling
out, just like those silly women in those nasty stories as he
filled me completely.

"Yes, oh god yes!" I exclaimed loudly. "Fuck me Master! Jesus
that feels so fucking wonderful! Oh god, I love it! Fuck!!"

This was not one of the five minute marathons I was used to. He
possessed me completely and he controlled my body with his cock.
I came and I came until I was sure I would pass out. When I
finally felt him speed up and fill me with his hot cum I screamed
again and had what must surely have been the ultimate orgasm. And
then I did, indeed, pass out. Not for long. Jeff was still buried
in me, staring at my face and smiling when I came to my senses
moments later.

He smiled at me and stroked in and out of me slowly, gently for a
moment and then he pulled his softening cock all the way out. I
wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. It had
been the most marvelous sexual experience of my life, by far!
Finally I said the only thing I could think of to say, "Thank
you."

"You are more than welcome," he said, "and thank you as well.
That was one of the most exciting fucks I have ever had. Your
beauty and your innocence are almost overpowering. I look forward
to enjoying your beauty, stripping you of your innocence, and
shocking your sensibilities over the next few years."

"Years!" I thought, "Dear god yes! I have given myself to this
man, to this god, for years!"

Before I could get all teary eyed about it he grabbed a handful
of my hair and pulled my face to his cock and ordered me to clean
him up. I had read about girls being forced to do this often
enough. To be honest, the idea of it kind of appealed to the
submissive in me. The reality was much less appealing. The taste
wasn't the problem really, although the idea that I tasted my own
bodily fluids was just a tad on the gross side. The hard part was
the smell. I gagged a few times until I got used to it, then it
wasn't so bad.

When I had cleaned him to his satisfaction we went to the outside
shower and rinsed off. He put his trunks back on and I went in to
make us a light lunch. We ate under the umbrella and I noticed
that my ghost white skin was getting pink. So did Jeff. He told
me where to find the sun block and I trotted back into the house
to get it.

While I was in the house getting the sun block the doorbell rang.
I didn't know what to do. I looked out and saw that it was the
two boys from next door. I opened the door a crack, keeping my
body hidden, and asked them what they wanted.

The oldest one sneered at me and said, "You don't gotta hide, we
seen everything you got!" The boys looked at each other and
giggled like idiots. I asked them again what they wanted and the
oldest one said, "Mr. Ford lets us use the pool on Saturday. We
just came over for a swim."

I didn't know what to do. Finally I decided that it wasn't my
decision and I said, "Wait here please," and closed the door. I
hurried to the pool and asked Jeff what he wanted me to do. He
smiled at my discomfort and said, "Let them in, of course!"

I am not sure what I had in mind when I had surrendered myself to
Mr. Jeffry Ford. I am almost positive that one of the things on
my mind was not being on display for a couple of young boys who
were most probably virgins and getting a sex education with every
step I took.

As I walked back through the house to the front door I thought
that I could imagine what the condemned man must feel like as he
approaches the gallows. I know, a bit dramatic, but they were a
couple of juvenile delinquent peeping toms for Christ's sake!

I took a deep breath and opened the door. They still stood there,
grinning like idiots. I let them in and tried to waive them
through but they insisted on "ladies first", so I walked back
through the house with their eyes staring so intently at my ass
that I could feel it. It felt like bugs. It was totally
humiliating. Even more embarrassing than masturbating in front of
Jeff had been.

I led them out to the pool and they greeted Jeff warmly,
obviously appreciating the new pool toy. Me. Jeff smiled at the
boys and asked them if they had enjoyed the show earlier.

I felt my stomach knot up as I thought about it.

"Which one," the younger boy asked, "when she unloaded her car,
or when you unloaded in her?"

All three of them laughed at his crude joke. I was disappointed
in Jeff for playing along with them and encouraging them.

Jeff ordered me to put the cushion back on the lounge chair and
lay down. I put the cushion on the chair and sat down and
prepared to slather my very white skin with sun block. I got no
farther than taking the top off of the little plastic container
when Jeff said sternly, "I didn't tell you to do that. Set it
down and lie down on your back."

I obeyed instantly. Then I listened in disbelief as Jeff asked
the boys, Terry was the sixteen year old and Tim was the fifteen
year old, if they would mind putting the sun block on my body. I
don't suppose I need to repeat their comments. He cautioned them
to put it on thickly. He didn't want me to get burned.

I closed my eyes and waited, so humiliated that I was afraid I
was going to be sick, as the boys approached and knelt on either
side of my lounge chair. This wasn't even thinkable! I had
babysat for these two little monsters several times when they
were much younger. They had been unbearable then. Now they were
staring down, no, leering down at my naked body, enjoying the
sight of my firm breasts and my still red and tender pussy. They
were about to touch every part of me and there was nothing I
could do about it.

I felt the cool liquid being squirted out on my stomach and chest
and then I felt their hands moving over me, touching, exploring.
They were pretty rough at first, but Jeff was making this a real
learning experience in how to caress a woman, and they were fast
learners. It made me furious that it was starting to feel so
good. Before many minutes had passed I was fighting to control
myself. My hips wanted to rise and meet their rough grasping
touch, and my breasts seemed to be straining to do the same.

Every few minutes the boys would trade places so that they each
had an opportunity to explore my breasts and my pussy. Jeff saw
what I was going through and he explained to Terry what a
clitoris was, and where it was, and what effect it could have on
a woman. He helped Terry find it and then he showed him how best
to manipulate it to bring a woman pleasure. For the next several
minutes Terry and Tim took turns giving me orgasms until I
couldn't take any more and I begged them to stop.

Jeff finally told them that I had enough and they should stop
now. They were obviously disappointed, but he certainly made it
worth their while. He asked them if they had ever had a blowjob.


I squealed out an unintelligible protest, which only made Jeff
smile. Moments later I was kneeling on a cushion as Jeff and Tim
watched me lick Terry's hard, drooling cock. As soon as my tongue
touched him his knees sagged and he groaned loudly. In less than
a minute he was shuddering and grasping at my head. He wasn't so
much trying to guide me as to keep from falling to the ground. He
had a surprisingly large volume of cum for such a young guy.
Well, he was my first sixteen year old since I was sixteen, but
it seemed like a lot to me. What was really surprising though was
the taste. There was almost no taste at all. It wasn't bitter or
bleachy or anything! There was just a large mouthful of hot slime
sliding down my throat.

Then I took Tim's cock into my mouth. He was just as excited and
his cock just as slimy with precum. He had a slightly shorter
cock, shorter and thinner. He was even quicker than his brother.
It was almost a disappointment that these two came so soon. Jeff
had a solution for that too. The second time around, they both
lasted much longer.

Finally the boys were sated. Jeff admonished them that they could
still come around on Saturdays, but they had to keep what
happened here a secret from everyone. If they told a single
friend then it would be all over, no more pool toy!

I didn't like being called that.

Tim asked, "Can we fuck her next week, Jeff?"

I groaned at the very idea, but Jeff said, "We'll see. I've only
fucked her once. I don't want to wear her out."

As the boys left I put the cushion back on the lounge and started
to lie back down but Jeff stopped me. We went inside and he
followed me up the stairs and into the bathroom. We took a long
hot shower; washing off all of that lotion the boys had spent so
much time applying. Jeff soaped me up and rinsed me off several
times before he was satisfied. Then I did the same for him. We
went to bed then. He knew how turned on I was.

He ordered me to get on my back on the bed. When I was in
position he pulled out the cuffs that I hadn't noticed were
already attached to the bed posts. He fastened the cuffs to my
wrists and ankles and I was totally helpless. Then he put a
blindfold on me.

I didn't know what Jeff had planned. I lay on his bed totally
helpless, which was exciting enough, but the blindfold! I had
never had a blindfold on before. This was REALLY exciting! It was
scary, but exciting.

I heard Jeff moving around the room for a few minutes and then he
slipped a set of headphones over my ears. Everything was quiet
for a moment and then I heard soft classical music coming through
the earphones, not very loud, just loud enough that I couldn't
hear anything in the room.

Nothing happened for a while after that, and the suspense was
killing me! The suspense ended suddenly when I felt something
strike my breast and I thought I was going to die. I had never
felt anything that hurt so much in my life. I had only been
struck one other time in my life. That was when Tom ****d me. He
had spanked me with his belt and I had thought that nothing could
ever be worse than that. I was wrong.

I screamed at the sudden pain, and then struggled to catch my
breath. Nothing more happened for a few seconds and then I was
struck again on my other breast. The pain was made worse, I
think, because I couldn't see or hear when I was about to be
struck. The first indication was just the white hot pain in my
breast as he struck my tender flesh.

Jeff took his time, drawing it out. First he struck the top of
each breast, then the underside, and finally, once across each
nipple. Then I felt his hands exploring what I thought must
surely be gaping wounds in my breasts. After exploring my bruised
flesh lightly with his fingers I felt him kissing me, and then
licking my poor, bruised breasts. I was sobbing quietly now, I
calmed down when I realized that my breasts were not bleeding and
disfigured by horrid scars from the beating.

Once I came to that realization, I also became aware of how
excited I was. I could tell, because at that moment the bed moved
and I felt something enter my pussy. At first I felt only the
penetration. He was touching no part of my body other than my
pussy. I thought he must be using a dildo of some sort, until I
felt his pubic bone grinding into mine. God it felt good to have
that big fat cock filling me up! I wanted to fuck back, I wanted
to put my arms and my legs around him and fuck him with all my
might. Instead, I could only lie there helplessly and suffer
through this slow, teasing fuck.

He was watching me as he fucked me, I could tell. Every time I
started getting close to cumming he would stop. As my orgasm
retreated he would start again, varying his rhythm and his angle
and the depth of his stroke and the speed of his stroke until I
was screaming at him and begging him to fuck me and let me cum.

It seemed like hours but I actually have no idea how long it
lasted. He finally let me cum and it was fantastic. He is,
without a doubt, the most talented, and the most devious, lover
in the world!

After he finally let me cum he got off of me and put his cock in
my mouth. He was on the verge himself and he started pumping into
my mouth until he filled my mouth with another load of his hot
slimy cum. I held it there for a few minutes and then, in the
absence of instructions to the contrary, I swallowed it. It went
down much easier this time.

He moved away and in a few minutes I felt a straw pushed against
my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked up a few gulps of
delicious cold water. He left me again, but soon returned and
washed my entire body with a warm washcloth. I thought he was
just being considerate. Well, I guess he was, just not to me, I
was being made presentable for his two ex business partners.

I lay on the bed in restraints for what seemed like a very long
time. That sort of bondage loses some of its appeal after a
surprisingly short time. When your nose starts to itch, or you
really, really want to move your legs ever so slightly. After an
hour you really want to get loose, no matter how much fun you're
having. But I was a good girl and didn't say anything.

Things seemed fairly normal, or at least the new normal, until I
felt the bed shifting again and then I felt a hand on my still
tingling breast. That was fine until I felt another hand on my
other breast, and still another hand on my freshly fucked pussy.
I didn't know Jeff that well, but I knew for a fact that he did
not have three hands!

I realized that there were at least two men in the room with me
now. I didn't know who. It could be a neighbor; it could be one
of the k**s I used to go to school with. The pizza guy, I had no
idea. That uncertainty, the mystery of it made me so fucking hot!
I started moaning and grinding my pussy into the hand that held
it.

All I could hear was the music in my ears. I am not that familiar
with classical music, but the piece playing now was one of the
very few that I could identify, and it seemed so very
appropriate. I was listening to Ravel's Bolero!

I wanted to hear the men in the room. I wanted to hear what they
said about me. I wanted to see I if I recognized the voices. I
wondered how many men were there.

I was soon distracted as I felt one of them get on top of me and
penetrate my pussy with his nice hard cock. I noticed two things
right away. I noticed that it wasn't Jeff's cock, it wasn't fat
enough. And I noticed that I didn't care at that particular
moment. It just felt so damned good to have a cock in me. I
started yelling at them to fuck me and they did. They fucked me
over and over for the longest time, and it felt wonderful. I wore
them all out. I couldn't seem to get enough cock.

They left my mouth alone and just fucked my pussy over and over,
one after the other. I decided there were three of them when I
noticed that every third fuck was the larger, more satisfying
cock that I recognized even in the dark as belonging to my new
master.

Time flew by and finally they had enough. I was left untouched
for a few moments and then the headphones and the blindfold were
removed. I looked around and saw two strange men in the room.
They were both about Jeff's age, both were reasonably good
looking. I was surprised to find that I had just fucked my first
black man and didn't even know it.

Jeff unfastened the cuff on my right wrist and told me that I was
making a mess. He ordered me to scoop up the slimy mess pouring
out of my sloppy pussy and eat it.

I had to look at him, hoping that he was joking. That sounded
like a bad idea to me. I guess I was the only one that thought
so. The three men were staring at me, waiting. I saw Jeff pick up
something, and realized that it must be what he had whipped my
breasts with earlier. It looked like one of those riding crops
you see in the movies. I reached down and scooped up a few
fingers of the mess that covered my crotch and, reluctantly,
brought it to my mouth. I gagged at first, but I think that I was
gagging more from the idea of it than anything else. After all,
it was just cum, I had already swallowed a pretty good bit of
that since this morning.

I finally got my gagging under control and ate as much of the
dripping cum as I could sc**** up while they watched in
amusement.

They finally unfastened the remaining cuffs and at last I was
free to move. I was stiff and sore, but I finally managed to
struggle to my feet. Jeff sent me into the bathroom to take a
shower and invited his guests to join me. His shower is hand made
and huge, so there was plenty of room for the three of us. Hell!
I could wash my car in there! They washed me and I washed them
and I had hands all over me the entire time. Neither man said a
word to me while we showered, though they talked about me between
themselves.

We came out of the shower and dried off and when we went back
into the bedroom Jeff was just coming in from the guest bath
where he had taken a shower. We all went downstairs. The sun was
going down and it wasn't so uncomfortably hot now. They went
outside and sat down and I brought us all beers.

I handed out the beers and I was asked to join them.
Introductions were made at last. I found out not only who had
been fucking me all fucking day, but also who they were. I mean,
what they had done, how rich they were. I had always thought that
Jeff was just a lower middleclass computer programmer working out
of his home. I had no idea he was just a few dollars away from
being a billionaire! Shit on a stick! I had just been fucked by
three multimillionaires!!!

After we had rested they decided that we should go out to eat.
Jeff said, "Let's go to The Hideaway. We haven't been there in a
long time. I had never heard of The Hideaway and I told Jeff that
I hadn't and didn't know what to wear.

We all went up to where I had piled the boxes of my possessions
and went through my clothes looking for something slutty enough
for me to wear. Jeff found a pair of panties and held them up
accusingly.

"I threw all of the others away Master, honest. I won't wear
those, but they are so pretty I couldn't throw them away.
Besides, they are brand new and very expensive."

He grinned at me and said, "Well, if you are going to keep them
we are going to have to find some way to get some pleasure out of
them." Then he put them on the dresser and told me to leave them
there as a reminder.

Finally, they all agreed on my outfit, a lacy little slip that I
bought to wear under my little black nothing of a dress.

I didn't know where we were going, but I was afraid it was going
to be a problem. The cups of the slip were pure lace. My nipples
were easily visible through the material and the hemline was only
two inches below my crotch at the most.

I slipped it on, at their urging, and I had every reason to
believe they would find it unacceptable, because, of course, it
was unacceptable. It was not meant to be worn as an outer
garment! Surprise, surprise! The men loved it. They left me to
find a pair of my highest heels and they went out and got dressed
in the other bedroom.

I found my shoes and put on a little makeup and fixed my hair.
Once we were all together downstairs and ready to go, we went
outside and there was a stretch limo at the curb with the driver
already outside and holding the door for us!

Cool, I thought. I have always wondered what it would be like to
ride in one of these things. I was the second one in, giving the
chauffer a great look at my ass as I bent over to climb in.

The last one in was Jeff a