Nicolette Eagletown stood naked before the full length
mirror in her bedroom observing her own beautiful body.
Becky, as everyone called her, would be nineteen in two
months. She was only 5’1″ and 100 pounds but it was
perfectly formed in a 32C – 18 – 33 body and a lovely
face with flowing brown hair, big chocolate eyes and
flawless skin. She slipped on a pair of red bikini
panties, then, a loose sweat pants tops and bottoms
before slipping into cross trainers. She fluffed her
hair, grabbed her purse and headed downstairs.
Christen Eagletown was at the table in the tiny den of their
house which she used as a workroom. Becky stopped to
watch her mother pouring over the papers in front of
her. The girl worried about her mom. Christen was only
thirty-seven, and very attractive, Becky thought. But,
she never dated or went out, except an occasional church
picnic.
“What a dull, un-fun life my poor mom has,” Becky
thought.
“Hi, mom.”
“Hi, honey. Are you babysitting at the Johnson’s again
tonight?”
“Yes. Mom, why did you tell Mr. Johnson ‘no’ when he
called to ask you out?”
“I don’t know,” Christen replied.
“Mom, Mr. Johnson is a good looking, successful, fun
guy.”
Christen looked at her daughter, so pretty, bright and
happy.
“I just didn’t feel like going out,” she replied.
“Mom, dad has been dead for almost two years. When was
the last time you got laid?”
“Nicolette Jane Eagletown! You will not speak to your mother
that way!”
“Well, when was it?”
“Young lady, you’re being rude and vulgar. Whatever the
answer is, it is none of your business.”
“I just worry about you, Mom.”
“Well, don’t worry. Now, go to the Johnson’s.”
“I’ll be home late, mom,” Becky said, kissing her mother
on the forehead.
As Christen watched Becky bounce out the door, she reflected
on her daughter’s comments. Why did she turn all the men
down who asked her out? Why had it been almost two years
since she had sex?
“Well, I guess when Becky moves out, maybe I will date
again,” she thought as she tried to refocus on the work
before her. But, the thought of getting laid, of a man
between her long, shapely legs, was getting stronger.
“What will I do?” she thought. “Maybe, I will just give
in to Mr. O’Shay at work. He is my boss and not bad
looking.”
Realizing her hand had slipped between her legs, she
sighed. She went upstairs to find her vibrators, hoping
she could get some relief before going back to work.
Becky thought about her mother for the entire fifteen
minute drive to the Johnson’s house. When Becky’s father
died, her mother seemed to withdraw into a hole, pulling
her little world in around her. Becky knew her parents
had enjoyed sex. She had watched them more than once
through the keyhole in their bedroom door, watched as
her mother joyfully surrender to her father, taking him
wherever he wanted it. Becky knew her mother hadn’t
dated but resorted to the two vibrators she kept in her
bedside table.
“I have to do something,” she thought.
As she pulled in the Johnson driveway, she was surprised
to see the house dark. “I wonder where everyone is?” she
thought as she opened the back door with her key. She
relocked the door and reached for the light switch.
She felt a hand over her mouth, another hand snake
around her left side trapping her arm and pulling her
tight against the hard male body behind her. She could
feel his erection against her ass.
“Bastard!” she thought.
“Alright, bitch. If you fuck me real good, maybe I won’t
cut you up.”
His hand grabbed her pussy through her pants and
squeezed. “I am going to enjoy raping you, slut!”
As she had been taught in self defense class, Becky
relaxed and leaned back against her assailant. As the
man relaxed, she turned in his grip and grabbed his
balls.
“Oh, shit, Becky! That hurts! Let go, Beck!”
Becky flicked on the light, still holding on to the
balls she had grabbed. “Jason Johnson! I didn’t know it
was you.” Becky grinned up at the handsome fourteen year
old.
Jason was growing into manhood. Already five nine but
still light weight, he was adding pounds quickly as his
hormones thickened his chest and legs. “He will be a
real good looker some day,” Becky thought.
“Let go, Becky. Please,” Jason whimpered.
“Put your hands behind your neck, Jason!” she snapped.
The boy did as he was told.
“Jason, did I tell you to never sneak up on me?”
“Yes,” he replied nastily.
“Yes, what?” Becky retorted, squeezing that tender sac.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped.
“Have I ever turned you down when you wanted some
pussy?”
“No, Becky, but…”
“But nothing, Jason! I told you not to sneak up on me.”
“You and dad play with a rape fantasy.”
“What I do with your father, Jason, is none of your
business.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jason said dejectedly.
Becky let go of his balls. She pulled the boys head down
to hers and kissed him long and deep, her tongue
caressing his tonsils. She took his cock in her hand and
slowly moved back and forth over it.
“Don’t, Becky,” he whimpered.
“I thought you wanted to cum, Jason.”
“Not in your hand.”
“Where then?”
“I want your pussy, Becky, please.”
She dragged her nails across his young chest, pinching a
nipple before trailing across his stomach.
“Get on the floor. I’ll be right in.”
She loved the way Jason’s face lit up like a Christmas
tree when he found out she was going to fuck him. She
loved his hard, eager body between her legs, his
substantial but still growing cock plundering her dank
wetness. She liked fucking Jason Johnson and she had
since that first time.
As she removed her clothes, her mind flitted back to
that night, the night she started having sex with the
Johnsons. It was about seven months ago and the fifth
time she had babysat for them. Jason was thirteen then.
His sister, Jennifer, was fifteen, almost sixteen. Becky
had put them to bed. Thinking they were asleep, she had
gone in the master bedroom.
Mr. Johnson had told her she could go to sleep once the
kids were asleep. She slipped out of her jeans and got
the vibrator from her purse. She laid there, eyes
closed, her plastic friend buzzing deep in her pussy as
her fingers slowly rotated on her clit.
She felt the bed move, her eyes flew open. It was
Jennifer and Jason.
“Let us stay, Becky,” Jennifer had whispered as she
kissed the older girl full on the lips.
“No,” Becky said, but Jennifer trapped her arms as she
snaked her tongue into Becky’s mouth. Becky’s resolve
disappeared as Jennifer’s hands began to caress her
nipples. She felt Jason crawl between her legs and
remove her vibrator. Then, she felt his hard, stiff
shaft slid into her on a sea of her own lubricant. The
three of them made love until they were exhausted.
The next time she baby-sat, Jennifer and Jason explained
they had been having sex for almost a year. Now, they
wanted her to join them.
“Does your father know?” Becky asked. Jennifer giggled.
“Yes, and he joins us sometimes… when he can.”
Becky was shocked. Her mother would not even say the
word sex and David Johnson was having sex with his
children. What a difference!
“How did that start?” Becky asked.
“I raped him,” Jennifer said. “I planned it. I had
attached restraints to his bed but hidden them. He came
home late one night and went right to sleep. When I
heard him snore, I sneaked in, attached his arms to the
headboard and pulled his pajama bottoms down. My god,
dad has a nice cock, Becky. I know you’ll love it.
Anyway, I sucked on him until he got hard. Then, I
climbed on him and slipped it in me.”
“What happened next?” Becky asked, still amazed and a
more than a bit excited by Jennifer’s story.
“He started to move, little tiny hip movements. I moved
slowly, squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles. He
awakened. ‘No, Jennifer. We can’t!’ he said. He realized
he was bound and tried to roll over to throw me off.
But, I held him in me.
“Relax daddy,” I said. “Yours is the cock I’ve always
wanted in me. I want you to cum in me, daddy. I want you
to fuck me.”
He started to shoot. It felt so good, feeling his cum
ooze around his hard cock in my pussy. I loved it. When
he was finished I let him soften in me. Then, I slipped
down to suck our juices from his cock. He got hard, of
course, and we did it again.”
Jennifer was grinning as she happily remembered her rape
of her father. “After that,” she continued, “he
initiated it. He really is a good lover, Becky.”
“I guess I’ll find out tonight,” the babysitter replied.
After Jennifer and Jason went back to bed, Becky
finished undressing, slipped under the covers in the big
bed in the master bedroom and turned out the lights. She
dozed until she heard his footsteps.
“Hello, Mr. Johnson,” she said softly.
“Becky? What’re you doing in my bed?”
“Waiting for you to make love to me,” she answered.
“Then, why don’t you call me David,” he said with a
laugh.
“David. Come to bed,” Becky replied, throwing back the
covers.
David Johnson was thirty-eight, six two, two hundred
pounds with coal black hair streaked by strands of gray
and flashing blue eyes. He worked out frequently, his
body muscular and hard as a result. Becky had been
turned on by him the first time she saw him. In the
faint light, she saw him undress. He pulled back the
covers and lay beside her. He pulled her to him. She
felt his lips on hers as his erection brushed her leg.
As his tongue raped her mouth, her hands found his cock.
“Yes! I am going to enjoy this,” she thought as he
rolled on top of her and she put his cock head at her
lower lips.
“Gently, David, please,” she whispered in his ear as he
put his weight against her forcing his cock into her,
stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched.
He was gentle and soon her tiny body loved his weight,
her tiny pussy loved being filled with his cock.
“So good, so good,” she whispered in his ear as wave
after wave smashed into her. He fucked her three times
that night before they slept. Becky knew as many times
as she had orgasmed on his big cock she was going to be
sore tomorrow. She looked forward to it.
David Johnson had called the babysitters mother late
that night, saying Becky was so exhausted and it was so
late, he was afraid for her to drive home. In truth, she
spent the night in his arms, where she would spend much
more time in the future.
Naked, Becky Eagletown walked into the den of the Johnson
home. There was Jason, lying on his back with his six
inches hard and pointing up in the air. Becky straddled
him, enjoying the eager, happy face of the boy.
“Anything you want to say, Jason,” she asked.
“I am sorry I frightened you,” he replied.
“Apology accepted,” Becky said. “Now, why don’t you eat
a little pussy to get me warmed up.”
Jason was becoming a superb pussy eater. His two
teenaged lovers saw to that. But, he had learned to
fuck, too.
“I need you in me now,” Becky groaned as she slid down
his cock, burying it in her pussy to the hilt. Jason
grabbed her hips and pounded away in the sexy
babysitter.
Jason Johnson knew he was the luckiest fourteen year old
boy in the whole city. And, it started right after he
was thirteen.
Guys talk. From his friends, Jason had learned about
masturbating: beating off, spanking the monkey, bleeding
ole’ one-eye, jerkin’ your meat, pounding your pud. He
loved it and would beat off every chance he got. He got
some magazines, too, and found some neat websites on the
Internet.
But, he had not had a real girl. He knew the one he
wanted: Jennifer, his sister.
Jennifer, Jason thought, was the most desirable teenage
girl ever. A lot of other guys agreed. Then only
fifteen, Jennifer already had D breasts and a narrow
waist. She had long, shapely legs, which were strong
from playing soccer and volleyball. She had a perfect
face with big blue eyes like their dad and golden hair
like their mom. She was a wet dream. Jennifer had a
reputation of being a scholar as well as an athlete. She
also had the reputation of being a “good girl”, one that
did not play around. She was a cheerleader and very
popular in spite of her “virgin” nature.
Then, the unbelievable happened, something Jason would
not have even dreamed of.
Jason had come in one night to find Jennifer sitting on
his bed reading a Penthouse he had hidden. Jennifer
looked up at him with a sly little smile as she opened
the foldout page.
“Do you masturbate to these?”
“No,” Jason gasped.
“Liar,” she said. “Now, be honest with me or you will
fuck up the best deal you ever had. Do you masturbate to
these?”
“Yes,” Jason answered turning red and shuffling his
feet.
“Don’t be embarrassed. All guys beat off. I bet even Dad
beat off sometimes.”
“Dad! No way!” Jason responded.
“Yes way, goofus. All guys. Tell me, little brother, are
you a virgin?”
He could not answer, he just nodded his head.
“Come here,” Jennifer said.
Jason shuffled over to his big sister, so embarrassed he
could not even look at her. She began to unfasten his
belt.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a panic.
“Relax. I just want to see your cock.”
“Jennifer, no,” he wailed.
“Be still!” she commanded, slapping his hand away as he
tried to stop her.
Quickly, Jason’s jeans and jockeys were around his feet.
Jennifer’s soft feminine hands were holding him,
examining him. He was getting real hard, real quick.
“You have a beautiful cock, Jason,” she said. “It is
long, has good width and a beautiful head. When you
finish growing, it will satisfy any woman.”
“Do you think?” he asked, not believing his ears.
“Of course.” Jennifer patted the bed beside her. “Sit
down. I want to talk to you.” Jason sat. “Jason, I want
a promise you will never say anything to anybody about
me or what I am going to tell you.”
“Jenny, I would do anything for you,” he said sincerely.
“I know, but promise. Never a word!”
“I promise.”
“Jason, I am, not a virgin. I have fucked four different
guys but I am very careful. I want a real good
reputation. For that reason, I do not do any of the guys
at my school. Jason, I need sex and I want us to become
lovers. I can trust you not to talk. And, I will teach
you about sex. If you are real good, I will even
identify girls in school for you to seduce. Is it a
deal?”
“A DEAL! Of course, it is a deal.”
Jason could not believe himself. Jennifer stood up and
began taking off her dress.
“Let’s get started, little brother. I am horny as a
goat.”
Jason was so hard at seeing the lush, feminine body of
his sister that when she touched his cock he went off in
her hand. She just kissed him full on the lips.
“Don’t worry. I will teach you how to avoid that, too.”
Jenny had sucked him down her throat until he got hard.
Then, for the first time in his life, Jason Johnson got
laid. And, what a lay, crawling between those hard legs
of his sister, having her ease his cock into her tight,
hot slit, resting against those big knockers as he
pounded in and out of her. Heaven would be a let down
after Jenny.
He came five times that night, then slept in her arms
like a baby. Jason’s life had changed that night.
Suddenly, he was more relaxed and had more confidence.
Every chance they could, he and Jenny would slip off to
fuck.
She was teaching him everything. He remembered the first
time he ate her pussy, how sweet and thick her juices
were, how tender the lips of her pussy, how hard and
rubbery the little baton that triggered her orgasms.
Jason loved eating pussy almost as much as he loved
fucking. And, that alone, made Jennifer very happy.
When Jennifer suggested seducing Becky, Jason was all
for it, because if Jennifer was the best looking girl in
town, Jason thought Becky was number two. When he
crawled between Becky’s legs that first time, Jason knew
there was no way any fantasy could ever match his
reality.
Now, he was looking up at Becky as she slid up and down
his rigid cock, feeling the tightness, feeling her
muscles massage his prick. He had long ago learned to
hold back. He could last a long time which both his
women, Becky and Jennifer, loved. Becky was turning red
in the face now. He could see the sweat break out
between her breasts and the glazed look in her eyes.
Jason grabbed her hips and rolled her on her back, his
cock still encased in her cunt. She wrapped her legs
around him and pulled his ass into her with her hands.
“Fuck me so good, Jason. I need it so good, baby,” she
muttered in his ear.
Jason aimed to please. He was rewarded by her squeaks,
like a little mouse, as she locked her pussy around his
prick and milked him when they came together.
When David and Jennifer got home from Jenny’s volleyball
game, they found Becky sitting in a chair, dressed only
in one of David’s old shirts. Jason was asleep on the
floor.
“You two have fun?” David asked. Becky ran to him,
pressing herself against him, kissing him hard as his
hands roamed her naked body.
“Honey, I really need to talk to you tonight,” she said.
“Jenny and I will clean up while you order pizza,” David
said.
“Order a large for me,” Jason mumbled, the thought of
food penetrating his sex soaked mind. Half an hour
later, the four of them were at the table devouring
pizza and green salad.
“Ok, Beck. What is wrong?” David asked.
“It is my mother,” Becky said. The other three listened
as Becky related her concerns and cares, telling of her
mother and what Becky perceived as her needs. They ate
ice cream for dessert as they discussed the situation.
“I have an idea,” Jennifer said. As Jennifer related her
plan, the others smiled at her devious and perceptive
knowledge of human nature. They agreed. Jason set up the
camera while Becky and David ran to the store. By ten,
they were ready.
Christen Eagletown lay naked on her bed. She had masturbated
with her vibrators but only obtained a small and
unsatisfying orgasm for it. She was sweaty and to the
edge of tears. Then, the phone rang.
“Christen Eagletown, this is David Johnson.”
“Mr. Johnson,” she replied very concerned about the
demanding, angry sound of his voice. “What is wrong?”
“I will tell you that in person. You need to get over
here and over here now!”
“Is something wrong with Becky?”
“Mom,” Becky’s voice said through the phone line. It was
obvious Becky had been crying. “Please, mom, please
hurry!”
“What is…”
“Christen,” Mr. Johnson’s voice snapped, “You have fifteen
minutes to get over here. Then, I go to the police.” He
slammed down the phone.
Christen was beside herself. She made no attempt to bathe.
She jumped into a blouse and skirt, slipped on shoes and
raced for her car. Her baby needed her. She arrived in
just fifteen minutes and ran to the door. As she pushed
the bell, the door flew open.
David Johnson stood in the doorway, looming like a giant
over her. He was wearing only a tight T-shirt and a pair
of very tight shorts which showed his cock and balls.
She could not help looking as the maleness so obvious
before her.
“Come in!” he snapped. She quivered as she followed him
into the den.
“Mom! Mom, please, you have got to help me!” Becky
blubbered as she ran to her mother, throwing her arms
around her.
“What has this man done to you?” Christen asked, her blood
pressure off the charts with anxiety.
“I have done nothing,” David replied coldly. “It is what
your daughter, the rapist and criminal, has done. Becky
will be going to prison, Christen, probably for twenty
years. Do you know what happens to small, good looking
women in prison?”
Christen collapsed on the couch, her head spinning. Becky
fell to her knees, grabbing her mother’s legs like a
little child. David Johnson stared at Christen Eagletown with
all the anger he could muster.
“Please, help me,” Becky moaned.
“What happened?” Christen asked, sounding like a zombie.
“I will show you,” David snapped. Christen watched as the TV
came on.
“Now watch, Christen. There are three people in this video.
My daughter, Jennifer, a minor, my son, Jason, a minor,
and your Nicolette. I installed video cameras because I
was concerned how Becky was treating my children. With
babysitters, parents can not be too safe.”
“No,” Christen gasped, looking away from the sex scene she
saw. David moved behind her, taking her head in his
hand. He pulled her head up, holding it against his
stomach, forcing her to watch. Christen could feel his
erection against her back.
“Why is he hard?” she thought. “But, then, why am I
getting wet?”
On the screen was a teenage boy. His hands were bound
behind him. He was kneeling and a dog collar was around
his neck. A naked teenaged girl was suspended from the
ceiling her arms high above her head. She was gagged and
a dog collar was around her neck, too. Becky was naked
and holding a whip. Christen watched as the whip flicked
across the girl’s breasts. Christen could see the redness,
see the girl move desperately to avoid the blow.
“Beg me to whip her tits, Jason,” Becky screamed.
“Please, mistress. Please whip my sister’s tits. Make
her hurt, mistress,” the boy answered. Becky stepped
back, swinging the whip again across the girl’s breasts.
Her muffled scream, her desperate movements to avoid the
blow were all clearly caught by the camera’s unblinking
eye.
“Watch! Watch your little felon injure these innocent
children.” Becky was at her feet sobbing as Christen Eagletown
began to cry. The scene went dead.
“Want to see more?” David asked.
She shook her head no. She had seen enough. She knew
Becky would go to prison and her heart was breaking for
her child. But, Christen felt something else, too. She felt
sexual desire rise in her. Why, Christen did not know.
“How many years do you think Becky will get, Christen? You
know the prison guards as well as the inmates will fuck
her. Perhaps the warden will make her his special whore.
Who knows? Who cares?”
Becky threw herself at David’s feet.
“Please, Mr. Johnson, have mercy! Don’t destroy me!
Don’t send me to prison where I’ll be raped and injured,
my body coldly violated! Don’t make me a fucktoy for
hardened criminals!”
David yanked his foot away. “Of course, I’ll send you to
jail, you bitch! Unless you and your mother can find
some other suitable punishment! I will leave you two to
talk,” he said, storming from the room.
From the upstairs, Jason and Jennifer were straining to
listen. They could hear Christen and Becky crying and
talking.
“How are your tits, sis?” Jason asked, referring to the
stripes Becky gave her when they made the video.
Jennifer blushed. “It made my pussy wet,” she said
softly. They heard their father go back into the room.
“Well?” he asked coldly.
Christen looked up at this man towering over her. In spite
of the situation, her eyes briefly stopped at his
crotch, a fact noticed by her daughter and the man.
“We are totally at your mercy,” she said.
“I have no mercy. This bitch made sex slaves of my
children.”
“We will do anything you ask, Mr. Johnson,” Becky said.
“Anything! Please, sir, please!”
Christen stroked her daughter’s head to reassure the girl.
“We will do anything, Mr. Johnson. Please do not
prosecute,” Christen repeated.
“Then, you can do for me what my children did for Becky.
You both can be my sex slaves.”
“Alright. If we must,” Becky gasped but her response was
scripted. She stared at her mother. Jason and Jennifer
were listening upstairs. David’s blue eyes were lasers
burning into Christen.
It was the moment of truth. What choice did Christen have?
No mother would have her daughter imprisoned if she
could prevent it. The conspirators had planned it to
leave her no choice.
But, Christen Eagletown subconsciously had been making choices
of her own. What the conspirators did not know was, at
this very moment in time, Christen Eagletown was torn in two
pieces internally: half of her wanted to be the prim,
celibate little woman; the other half wanted to
capitulate her sexuality to this man, to have him ravage
him, control her, fuck her until she begged for him to
stop. As they watched, the sweat began to flow from
Christen’s brow, the tears fall down her cheeks. Becky
looked at David questioningly. He gave her a stern
glance to bolster her resolve.
“I will surrender to you, Mr. Johnson, but, I want my
daughter to go free,” Christen said.
Becky suddenly looked perplexed. The plan was both of
them were to be slaves.
“No. The bitch had two slaves. I must have two slaves.”
“Please, mother, just agree! Whatever he plans for us
can not be as bad as prison. Help me!” Becky dissolved
in tears.
“I surrender,” Christen whispered.
“Completely?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, you, Becky?” David asked.
“Yes, Mr. Johnson, anything!”
David watched as the two women huddled together, holding
each other. He saw Becky wink at him over her mother’s
shoulder. He took a head in each hand and turned them to
face him.
“I will train both of you for one year. Then, you can go
free. I will be a firm but loving master. Obey me and
your life should have its rewards.”
Christen wondered how a man who appeared to be so very angry
could have any compassion at all and wondered what
rewards could possibly exist for a sex slave. Then, she
remembered how his cock looked in his shorts. Her eyes
flicked to his crotch and she quivered.
It was all the conspirators could do not to high five
each other. The plan had worked.
Now, came the effort of opening Christen Eagletown.
“Now, I wish to record this event,” David said. “Each of
you will follow my instructions.”
He directed them, gave them the script. Since the play
was the same, I will only relate Christen’s tale.
“Please, have Becky leave the room when I am recorded,”
Christen pleaded. David took Becky in the other room and
attached the leash dangling from the collar around her
neck to a chair.
“I want to watch, David,” Becky whispered. “Trust me,”
he said and kissed her softly.
Christen, fully dressed with knees together, sat on the
couch facing the video camera. When the camera started,
she spoke: “My name is Christen Eagletown. I desire to become
the slave of David Johnson so that I may surrender to
the wild and complete sexual activity he has planned for
me. He owns me. I am property. As property, he may do
with me as he sees fit. I will do anything he asks with
or to anyone at any time. I am happy belonging to him
and I do this of my free will.”
“Any limitations, slave?” David asked off camera.
“No limitations, master,” Christen replied and her heart
skipped a beat.
David’s voice: “Undress, slave.”
“Yes, master.” As Christen began to undress, David’s heart
was beating through his chest. Christen was a very
attractive woman. Her body was more full than her
dimunitative daughter. She had the same, long, lovely
legs, but her breasts, her ass, were more full and rich
in their maturity. David licked his lips in anticipation
as she disrobed.
“Why am I not humiliated? Why am I enjoying this, my
pussy wet with need?” Christen thought as she lowered her
panties before David and his camera. David could see the
honey dew on her lower lips.
David said: “Kneel, slave, and kiss my cock.”
The color film recorded the deep blush which began at
her navel and covered the upper half of her body. Then,
it recorded Christen’s taking of David’s cock gently between
her lips. Whether the camera recorded it or not, David
saw the desire in Christen’s face as her lips kissed the
head of his erection. The final scene was Christen thanking
her master for her collar and leash, which she secured
around her neck. The camera off, she stood quietly as
David secured her wrists behind her.
“Oh, please, let this be the right thing,” Christen thought.
She looked away but her eyes turned to his, to this man
whose collar she wore, this man who made her be his
slave. As she stood there, naked and bound, Christen did not
know what to expect.
He had acted so angry but…
Christen certainly did not expect David Johnson to smile
gently at her, hold her against him, to kiss her softly,
comfort her, his breath hot on her neck, his lips soft
and wet. She did not expect to respond to him as his
mouth became more insistent and his hand found her
breast, tweaking her hard nipple, making her groan in
desire. She did not expect to open her legs, welcoming
his hands, blushing at his finding her wet.
“Ready to be taken, Christen, my beautiful slave,” he
murmured in her ear. “Yes, master,” she replied,
pressing herself against his hardness on her stomach.
And, she was.
“Be quiet, slave. I will get to you later,” David
commanded to Becky as he walked past her. Christen tried to
turn so her daughter could not see her nakedness as her
master led her up the stairs. In turning, she could not
see Becky give David a dirty look and stick out her
tongue at him, or, David wink in reply.
Christen stood beside the bed. When he pulled back the
covers, there was a strap around the bed with rings
embedded in it. He laid her back, attaching her collar.
She could move her hands and body, but her neck was held
firm.
“Uhhh. No,” she muttered under her breath when he
removed his shorts, unveiling his cock. Again, he
surprised her, pushing her open legs together and laying
down beside her.
“Aren’t you going to… take me?” she asked, confused by
his action.
“When I am ready,” he replied.
“It has been too long. Take me,” she thought as his
mouth sought the hollow of her throat, his hand cupping
her breast. “Migod, this man is a good lover,” she
thought as David’s talented mouth and hands were driving
her crazy.
“It is Ok, slave Christen. You may orgasm,” he said. She saw
the gentle smile on his face, felt his fingers slip into
her wetness and tickle her G-spot. “Yes. Oh, god, yes,”
she uttered as her first orgasm flowed over her. Her
pulled her legs apart and put his cock at her pussy
lips.
“Now, you are ready for me,” he said as the pressured
his cock into her.
“Be gentle,” she whispered but she knew he was as slowly
his cock moved, allowing her time to stretch for him.
Then, he started in earnest.
“Fuck me…FUCK ME…FUCK ME!” she screamed as his thick
and powerful prick brought wave and wave over her. She
gasped. She knew three teenagers heard her loud screams
to be fucked and she was mortified. She groaned and
sweated, her nails in his ass, holding him to her.
“Please, more, more,” she begged as his plunging never
slackened.
“God, this feels good!” she thought as David’s steady
rhythm kept the stream of smaller orgasms flowing over
her until he accelerated and she came and came, holding
on for dear life, her heels planted firmly in the
mattress, pushing hard back against David, until
multiple orgasms pounded her like a series of jabs and
she floated to unconsciousness.
“David…no.” She felt a sharp sting on the inside of
her thigh as he slapped her there.
“Call me master,” David ordered.
“Master, why am I blindfolded? And my arms?”
“You have been blindfolded and further bound because I
am going to share you with my friends, slave.”
“Share me?”
“Yes.”
“Please no. My daughter will find out. Don’t do this to
me!”
“I will share your daughter, too, slave! Now, you might
as well enjoy because it is going to happen!”
Christen felt hands on her, many hands, hands pulling her
legs apart, holding them wide. She felt a mouth on her
pussy as David’s mouth covered hers in a long kiss. She
shivered as a tongue lapped away between her labia,
caressing her clit as it passed. She felt a small orgasm
shake her. Then, the bed moved. She smelled the wet
warmness of a woman touch her lips.
“My first woman,” she thought.
Eagerly, she lapped the pussy in her face. The woman
above her began to buck in her own orgasm as Christen felt a
cock penetrate her. Christen responded as a bitch in heat,
screaming her orgasms as the cock between her legs
pounded away, until she passed out.
When Christen awakened, David was asleep next to her. She
watched him breathe, seeing the masculine presence as a
happy and reassuring thing. She turned and realized her
collar was still in place around her neck but no longer
attached to the bed. She felt the lips of her pussy,
sore and still swollen from the fucking she had so
enjoyed.
“What a fool! Why did I wait for this,” she thought. She
slipped quietly out of bed, worried about her daughter.
As she sneaked down the hall, she heard sounds from a
bedroom.
Listening, she heard a female voice say: “Well, Becky,
you did it. How are you going to like sharing your lover
with your mother?”
“Oh, I think David and Jason can satisfy the three of
us.”
“Speaking of satisfying,” a young male said, “I got a
hard on here.”
“Lay back, Jason,” Becky said, “You are getting a
twofer.”
It dawned on Christen she had been seduced by her own
daughter and the three Johnsons. She shook her head and
smiled. Christen slipped back into the bedroom, crawling
into bed. She began playing with David’s cock,
tantalizing him. He moaned and rolled on his back. As he
got hard, Christen mounted him, slipping his big prick into
her slowly, letting his presence ease away the soreness.
David awakened to find his wet dream was, in fact, a
reality. He was fucking a beautiful woman, a woman happy
and eager to be with him.
Later, as she lay cooling on top of him, his cock
softening in her, his arms holding her tight, his cum
oozing from her cock filled cunt, Christen whispered in his
ear, “Thank you, master. But, who thought up this scheme
to seduce me?”
“What are you talking about?” he replied, tried to sound
innocent.
“I heard our darling teenagers talking.”
He pushed her up to look in her eyes.
“Christen, I… well, please don’t be angry with us. Becky
thought…”
“I am not angry. I am delighted. I have loved being with
you, with them. But, what happens now?”
“Since you know it is a sham, your year of slavery is
over, I guess.”
“No, master darling, your slave desperately needs… and
wants… slave training. And, I want it for a lifetime.”