Daisy Plays Dice
It was Friday night, and Master John had told me we would be going to his holiday house for the weekend. The holiday house was not for his regular family, it was his place to get away from the pressures of work and home, and sometimes he took me there to help him relax.
It was only a short drive from the city, and when we arrived Master John gave me a carry bag and instructed me to get ready for dinner because we were expecting company.
I wasn’t too keen on the company idea, because it had been awhile since I had had my master to myself, and the pout on my face must have shown him my feelings because he laughed and told me the company was for me also and to do as I was told.
I went up to the master bedroom and stripped off to take a shower, resisting the urge to peek in the bag just yet. Before I could hop into the water, Master John came into the room, and crossed the floor to where I was standing.
Wrapping his arms around me he ran his hands down my front, slightly pinching my nipples then rubbing my stomach. I sighed happily, pleased to have his attention. Then he turned me around and gave me a sharp slap on the bottom, a small punishment no doubt for the pout of a few moments ago.
He pushed me into the shower and told me to hurry up and make myself beautiful for his guests.
I got into the warm water, my bottom stinging just enough from the slap to make me wet, and resisted the urge to take a long, self-pleasuring shower. I knew from past experience that when Master John told me to hurry it was better to hurry.
When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around myself and dried my hair, then put on the light make up that my master preferred. I could hear him in the kitchen preparing dinner, so I knew that I had better get dressed quickly and join him.
Opening the carry bag I found a gorgeous white dress, slightly see thru, and some white lace top stockings. I turned the bag upside down, but there was nothing else in it, so I assumed I was to wear the dress and stockings and nothing else. I slid the stockings up and over my legs, then pulled the dress on over my head, and looked in the mirror.
The dress fell below my bottom, but left some of my thighs between the stocking tops and the hem of the dress bare, and it was sheer enough for my nipples to show through it. I walked over to the mirror and the dress clung to me with every step, it looked very sexy.
Slipping into some high heels, I took one last look in the mirror, satisfied that I looked good enough to make my master proud,then made my way to the kitchen.
Master John was standing at the kitchen bench preparing dinner, and he gave me an approving nod when I walked in, then told me to fix him a drink. I did as he asked, and when I handed him the glass, he set it on the bench and slid his hand up the skirt of my dress, checking to make sure I had followed his dress code.
He smiled at me when he felt my bare skin, and gave me a kiss on the forehead, then left me to finish the dinner preparations while he changed.
I heard the doorbell ring just as i finished cleaning the bench down, and then several male voices as Master John opened the front door. I was curious to see who the guests were, but stayed put until Master John called me.
It was one thing to be disobedient when it was just us, but an entirely different thing to embarrass Master John with disobedience in front of his friends so I busied myself warming plates and doing small jobs in the kitchen until Master John called me to come into the lounge room.
When I entered the room, Master John beckoned me to his side, and introduced me to his friends. There were 4 of them, one that I was familiar with and 3 that I hadn’t met before.
For the sake of this story I will refer to them by their initials, P, S, D and G. I had met G on several occasions at gatherings, but had never seen him without his sub before, and i smiled politely and said hello to the others.
Master John instructed me to fix drinks for all 5 of them, and I went to the bar in the corner of the room and did as I was told, wondering all the time at the absence of G’s sub, or indeed the lack of any female company.
But it wasn’t and isn’t my place to question these things, so I handed around the drinks and sat beside Master John, not interrupting the conversation unless I was spoken to.
After awhile Master John sent me to the kitchen to check on dinner, and he and his guests moved to the dining room and sat around the table ready to eat. Master John helped me to serve the plates then instructed me to take the seat on his left and eat with them.
Another unusual event..I usually ate in the kitchen when Master John had his male friends over. Again I did as I was told, and the dinner went smoothly. When everyone had finished eating, I cleared the table and was going to start the dishes, but Master John told me to leave them and join him and his guests in the lounge again to watch the news on TV.
I did as he said, feeling slightly ill at ease, there was something different about the evening for sure. Master John never liked me to watch the news with him, he said I talked too much and he couldn’t concentrate. Remembering this, I was very careful to sit quietly beside him and not say a word.
While we were watching, I felt Master John’s hand come to rest on my knee, and slowly start to stroke it, moving up ever so slightly with each stroke, pulling the hem of my dress with it, until he was stroking the very top of my thigh and my dress was just covering my pussy.
He lifted my dress up to my waist and pushed his hand between my thighs, his signal that I should open them, so I shifted slightly and spread my thighs for his hand, which meant that I was now exposed from the waist down.
Master John stroked my inner thigh, which made me shiver, then ran his finger down my pussy, stroking me gently. By this time the other four had stopped watching the news and were staring openly at my spread thighs.
Using two fingers, Master John spread my lips, exposing me even further, then started flicking my clit with his other finger. I could feel myself getting wet, and started to wiggle a little, which made Master John laugh and tell me to sit still and behave.
It’s very hard to behave when someone is doing their best to excite you, but I managed, and Master John continued to stroke me in the same slow teasing manner until the news had finished. By this time I was very definitely wet, and my nipples were hard and standing out through my dress.
Flicking off the TV, Master John removed his hand from between my thighs and told me that he and his friends were going to play dice and that I should fetch the game from the cupboard, but before I did that I was to go to each master in the room and show them my wet pussy.
I did as he said, standing in front of each master in turn, and lifting my dress so they had a clear view of my wetness. Each of them reached out to touch me, stroking me in much the same way as Master John had, which made me wetter, so that by the time I had gotten the dice box from the cupboard and returned it to Master John, my juices were starting to trickle down my thighs.
He took the box from me and started to set up the game on the table, then instructed me to go to the bedroom and fetch my collar and leash. These were toys usually reserved for sub/dom gatherings, and I wondered what my master had planned for me.
The lack of other subs, the whole relaxing of the rules concerning dinner and the news, all those things were highly unusual, and I have to admit they made me a little uneasy. Nevertheless I did as I was told and returned to the lounge room with the collar and leash and handed them to my master.
Master John took the collar and leash then quickly lifted my dress all the way over my head and off, leaving me standing naked except for my stockings and shoes. He fastened the collar around my neck and attached the leash, then took his seat at the gaming table and pulled me on to his lap.
Inviting his guests to take their seats, Master John began to explain the rules of that evening’s game. Instead of money being the stakes, I was to be the prize for each round played. Whoever won each round would not play the next round, but would have me sitting on their lap and was free to touch me or have me touch them in whatever way pleased them until the next round was won.
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Then I would be passed to the next winner. Master John made it very clear to me that I was not to refuse any direction given to me by the players, and that if I failed to co operate there would be a time out and I would be given 5 strokes of the riding crop.
The only limit was that none of the players were to fuck me…yet. Hearing the rules, and beginning to understand what the evening was about, I shivered, partly in anticipation and partly from fear.
I had of course participated in group games before, but never as the sole female with as many partners. I could only hope that my master would not allow the play to get out of hand.
I remained sitting on Master John’s lap and the first round of the game began. I wont attempt to fully explain the game here, but it consists of several rolls of the dice by each player, and each round lasts about ten minutes, depending on how quickly the high score is achieved.
In between his turn at rolling, Master John stroked my back and legs, and kissed my ear, whispering his reassurance to me that he would look after me. I began to relax then, safe in the knowledge that my master would allow no harm to come to me, and before I knew it, the first round was over, and G had won.
Master John handed my leash to him, and he pulled me onto his lap with my legs draped over the side of his chair, and began to kiss my neck and rub my nipples. His hand made its way down to my pussy and he spread my legs apart and started to stroke my slit, his fingers sliding between my lips and over my clit, making me wiggle on his lap.
His other hand started to pull at the piercings in my nipples, making them stand out, and he bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, using his teeth just hard enough to make me gasp, then he slid two fingers into my wet pussy and started to work them in and out with a slow rythm. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy the attention to my pussy the second round of the game was over, and I was passed on to D.
Whereas I had been intimate with G previously,I had never met D before, and so I wasn’t sure how he liked to treat subs. The answer was roughly.
There was no gentle stroking or teasing, he laid me across his lap and gave me three hard slaps on the bottom, then thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach through his pants, and from what I could feel he was very big,and very hard, and I was glad for my masters no fucking rule, because I was sure that had he been allowed , he would have been inside me already.
Taking his fingers out of my pussy, he pushed me off his lap and onto my knees in front of him, then released his cock from his pants. Grasping my hair roughly he pulled my head down and rubbed his head over my lips, then forced it into my mouth.
I was right, he was very big, and he lost no time in forcing most of what was easily ten inches into my mouth and down my throat, bringing tears to my eyes as i nearly choked on him. Just when i felt like i was going to really choke, the dice round ended, and D pulled my leash to get me to my feet and passed me on to P.
By the time i was passed on to P, I was very excited, and almost at the point where I was needing to cum. G’s teasing and stroking coupled with D’s roughness was the perfect combination to make me very horny, and I was keen to see how P would use me.
He sat me on his lap facing away from him, and told me to put my hands on the table. I did as he said, leaning forward, and felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks, so that he had an uninterupted view of my pussy and ass.
He slid a finger down my slit and inside me, getting it covered in my pussy juices, then he slid it back and over my ass, running the tip around me and pushing in slightly, then back to my pussy,spreading my juices and making me wet all over.
Grasping my hips he pulled me back and buried his face in my pussy, licking me all over, and letting his tongue flick over my ass, then sucking hard on my clit.
I started to gasp, and push back against his tongue, feeling like i was going to cum so hard very soon, when the round ended and I was back on my masters lap, shivering from the sudden withdrawal of sensation on my pussy and ass and the need to cum.
My master pulled me close to him and stroked my back gently, soothing my shivering and telling me I was his good little girl. I loved the attention he was giving me and cuddled into his warmth, feeling safe and adored, and I whispered in his ear, asking for permission to cum soon.
He shook his head and told me I had to wait until the next part of the evening, but that it wasnt far away and if I could be good until then, I would be allowed to cum as much as I wanted to.
I so badly wanted to cum, but I promised my master I would do as he said, and he kept me cuddled into him and stroked my back and my hair until the dice round ended and he passed my leash back to G, who had won again.
This time around G didn’t want to play, he positioned me on my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. It wasn’t as big as D’s, which I already knew, and
I also knew exactly how he liked to be pleasured, so I began licking him slowly, teasing his tip and letting my tongue slide all the way down and lick his balls. He moaned in pleasure, then pulled my head back gently by my hair and told me to open my mouth.
I did as he said, and he slid his cock into my mouth, not roughly but slowly sliding over my tongue, letting me taste him as he went deeper. He slid in and out of my mouth, and i sucked his head hard every time he pulled out , then wrapped my tongue around him as he slid back in.
He started to go faster, pulling my mouth onto him by my hair, and I knew he was close to cumming so i took him deeper in my throat and worked his cock with my tongue, until he pulled half way out and shot his cum all over my tongue. I swallowed hard, and he pushed back into my mouth, leaving his cock there until he grew soft and the dice round ended.
S had finally won a round, and he took my leash and pulled me over to his chair. I stood beside him, waiting for instructions, and it became clear that he wasnt very experienced at being a master.
He kept me standing beside him, and started to touch me, his hands sliding over my skin, and between my thighs, feeling me all over, but never stopping in one place for very long. He let his hands wander over my pussy, rubbing my clit, then over my ass cheeks, slipping one finger between them,then down my thighs and back to my ass.
Turning me around he slid a hand up and over my pussy, then over my tummy and up to my breasts, playing with my piercings and squeezing my breasts and nipples. Pulling me closer, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips and closely inspected me, letting the tip of his tongue lick slowly up and down my slit , then running it over my clit, making it hard.
His handling of me was very erotic, more of a turn on than actual penetration in some ways, and my skin began to get goosebumps from his touch. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm, and it was clear that he was fascinated by the female form. I was enjoying his attentions thoroughly, and was almost dissapointed when the last dice was thrown and the game was over for the night.
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(may I just add here that I was right about S, he wasn’t an experienced master, but he learned very quickly, and I went on to be his first sub, and he my second full time master)
Calling a halt to the dice game, Master John instructed me to pack the game away and fetch the toy box. The toy box contained an assortment of small whips, paddles, clamps, vibes etc, each having been purchased by Master John for me.
While i did this, he got a quilt and some pillows from the bedroom, spreading the quilt over the table. Pulling me by the leash, Master John stood me in front of the table and told me that as a reward for being a good girl I would now be allowed to cum as much and as often as I wished to.
The only rule was that I must comply with all the demands of himself and his guests, and if I refused they would be allowed to use any means they wished to have me obey them. I was a little afraid again at this point, given that there was five of them, and one of me, but I was also very turned on by the attention I had been given during the last hour or so, and needed to cum very badly.
I nodded to show Master John that I understood his instructions, and he told me to take off my shoes and stockings. I did as he said, then he lifted me on to the table and laid me on my back and arranged the pillows under me so that I was comfortable.
He then stepped back and indicated to the other masters that they were free to take their pleasure with me. I heard the click of his video camera and knew that he was filming the event for later viewing.
G stepped to the end of the table and pushed my legs apart, wanting easy access to my pussy. He slid his hands under my ass cheeks and bending forward, he lifted me to his mouth, burying his tongue deep in my pussy and rolling it around, making me thrust my hips toward him as he tongue fucked me.
He too had the advantage of previous knowledge, and knew exactly how to make me cum. He removed his tongue, replacing it with two fingers, and started licking and sucking my clit, rolling it over his tongue and teasing it until i started to moan with pleasure.
As his fingers found my G spot, I felt a tongue on my left nipple, and my hair was pulled so that my mouth was facing the side and I took S’s cock deep in my mouth. Realising that I had the luxury of not having to wait for permission, I let myself go and sucked hard on S as I came all over G’s face.
He rubbed his face over my pussy,enjoying the taste of my cum, then moved aside and was replaced by P, who buried his face in my soaking pussy and began licking frantically at me. By this time S had cum in my mouth and his cock was replaced by D’s, who lost no time in shoving his huge cock deep in my throat, with a firm grip on my hair to keep me still.
G moved down the table and slid a hand under my ass, starting to fuck my asshole with one finger as P was licking my clit and pussy. S leaned over and began to stroke my whole body, from my neck to my pussy, running his finger tips over me gently.
The sensation of four partners touching me in every way possible was overwhelming, and I came again, squirting this time and soaking P and G with my cum. D pulled out of my mouth and let his cum blow all over my face, and i fell back on the table, shaking with pleasure from the orgasms they had given me.
D decided that he too wanted to taste my pussy before any of them fucked me, and he got between my legs, pushing them open and back into my chest, exposing me to his mouth. He started to eat me, using his teeth to nip at my clit, and shoving his tongue hard into my pussy, then down to my ass, forcing his tongue inside me.
Spreading my pussy lips he sucked my clit hard into his mouth, making me scream from the sensation. I couldnt help it, my clit was so sensitive and his sucking so rough that I pulled away from his mouth, letting my legs fall as I did.
D wasn’t happy with this, and he forced my legs back and slapped my ass hard, then covered my pussy again with his whole mouth, sucking as hard as he could. Again the sensation on my sensitive clit was too much, and I struggled to escape his hungry mouth, bucking away from him.
Seeing this, Master John put his camera down and stepped to the table, voicing his disapproval to me in stern tones. He took my left leg in his hands and nodded to G to take my right, and S and P to hold my arms.
Master John and G spread my legs wide, pinning me open on the table, and D gave me a nasty little smirk and picked up a small riding crop from the toy box. Showing it to me first, he ran the tip of it over my pussy softly, then bought it up and down swiftly on my clit, the sting of the blow making me scream.
I wanted to struggle but was held tight by both arms and legs, and there was no escape. D landed two more stinging blows with the crop on my clit then tossed it aside and buried his face in me, siezing my stinging and by now red and swollen clit in his mouth and sucking as hard as he could, using his teeth to cause me extra pain.
I howled from the pain he was inflicting on me, and tried to pull free but Master John and G had my legs in a steely grip and as D continued his assault on my clit I felt myself erupt into a huge throbbing orgasm.
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D stepped back, pleased with his work, and my master reached across me to the toy box. Selecting a small clamp he placed it on my clit, and informed me that it would now remain there until he saw fit to remove it. Sobbing quietly I nodded, and Master John and G let go of my legs. S and P were still holding my arms, but not tightly, and S reached with his other hand and stroked my cheek and neck gently, wiping away my tears.
Seeing this slight gesture of affection obviously made D angry, because he stepped in close to the table edge again and grasped my hips, pulling me to the edge. His hard cock was in his hand and he rubbed the head on my pussy, deliberately rubbing against my clamped clit, before positioning himself at the entrance to my pussy.
He reached down with the other hand and flicked my clit hard, and as I gasped from the pain he rammed his full length deep into my pussy. His cock was huge, and he thrust in and out of me hard and deep, stretching my pussy and making me gasp and grunt with each thrust.
Seeing him fuck my pussy made G horny again, and he moved up to my mouth and had me take his cock, matching his rythm to D’s fucking. They came at the same time, one pumping cum deep into my pussy and the other in my throat. As soon as D pulled his cock from me, P took his place, and I welcomed his smaller cock, although he too wanted to fuck me hard.
He was quick to finish, and I felt him move away, then gentle hands were turning me over. S placed me on my knees with a pillow under my chest and entered me from behind, far slower than either D or P had. He rocked his hips back and forward, sliding deeper into me with each thrust, his head rubbing against my g spot, and I could feel the orgasm starting to build in me again.
Pushing back to meet his thrusts, I encouraged him to go harder and deeper until we both reached orgasm at the same time. S leaned forward, keeping his still hard cock deep inside me and resting his face on my lower back. Then I felt him move away, and G took his place, keeping me in the same position, rubbing his cock over my wet slit and then pushing his head against my ass, getting it wet.
I felt his head pushing against me and tried to relax, glad it was him and not D who was first in my ass. He pushed harder and his head slid inside, then he worked his length into me until his cock was buried deep inside my ass. Clutching my hips firmly he started to fuck my ass, moving in and out slowly, enjoying the feeling of my tight little hole around his cock.
I breathed deeply, trying to match his rythm, not wanting to cause myself anymore pain. reaching behind me I grasped his balls and began to squeeze them, matching his strokes, until i felt them tighten and he blew his cum hard in my ass.
I laid on the table, breathing hard and regaining my senses. Then I felt a body beside me. Looking up, I saw that Master John was sitting on the table next to me. He grasped my arms and lifted me over him, laying back against the pillows. Holding me close to his chest, he slid me down onto his hard cock.
My clamped clit grazed against his groin, making me wince, then he was all the way inside me, moving me up and down his cock slowly while i lay on him. I relaxed against him, letting him move my body how he wished, feeling warm and safe in his grasp, when I felt another body behind me.
Glancing over my shoulder I saw D on his knees, with his huge cock in his hand. He spread my ass cheeks with the other hand and pushed his head against my asshole, forcing it into me. He began to thrust in and out, reaching one hand down to pull the clamp on my clit, bringing tears to my eyes.
Master John pushed his hand away from me, remembering his promise that he wouldnt allow me to be hurt, and D started pumping my ass harder in retaliation. They set a rythm, sliding in and out of my pussy and ass together, then I felt another set of hands on my hair, and my head was pulled to the side by P, who was standing at the side of the table, his cock in his hand.
I opened my mouth and he slid his cock in, and was soon joined by G. They stood side by side, taking turns to force my mouth down over their cocks. S was behind them, using the video camera to film us, and I saw him wink at me and blow me a kiss.
That made me smile and giggle, and my four partners took this to mean that I was having a wonderful time, so they increased their thrusts until they were all fucking me as hard as they could. I could feel myself wanting..needing..to cum, and as they pumped me I exploded into a massive orgasm.
Feeling me cum drove them to orgasm as well, and my master came deep in my pussy, D in my ass and G and P covered my face with their cum. We all collapsed in an untidy heap, with S still filming, and I felt myself drifting out of focus.
I was vaguely aware of my master covering me with another quilt, but I didn’t move until after he had farewelled his guests and returned to me. Lifting the quilt from me, he turned me over gently and reaching between my legs removed the clamp from my clit.
The return of the blood flow made me sore, but as my master gathered me in his arms and carried me to a warm bathtub filled with bubbles I didn’t care. My last memory of that night was being tucked into bed beside my master and drifting off to the sound of his voice telling me how proud he was of his sub.
The End
The Piano Player
I’m sorry, I just don’t see myself that way. I know how it looks, but I am not what everyone now seems to think, they have it all wrong. It was the piano, her damn piano, which is what caused this horrible misunderstanding, just her piano.
You see, I live next door to her in the apartment building and the walls aren’t very thick. I know I have had to constantly be careful to keep my television turned down low and I don’t dare even consider having a party, it would simply be too loud. She seemed very aware of the sound problems and I rarely ever heard anything from her, an occasional bang as she dropped a frying pan or something, but otherwise nothing. Well, nothing except for the piano.
At first I didn’t pay much attention to it, usually when she practiced it was at a time I was in a room at the other side of my apartment, and if I closed the door I really didn’t hear much. It was only when I stepped into my kitchen or living room that I would hear the monotonous plink, plink, plink on the keys. One time, just the one time mind you, I happened to be in the kitchen when I heard her start on the piano.
To understand just how it all came about, you need to know how the apartment building is built. The wall of my living room is apparently shared by her living room and just off the living rooms are the kitchens, but they don’t share a wall, they are kind of inset into the building, allowing for a window turned on an angle so we can kind of get a view into the courtyard. Of course if I leaned back from my kitchen chair, I could look at the window to her kitchen.
Anyway, she started hitting the same note over and over again. I had heard it before, but like I said, from the other room with the door closed I could easily ignore it. Well, that day, sitting in the kitchen, it really began to annoy me, so while I considered simply walking into the living room and banging on the wall, I leaned back in my chair and looked at, no, I look into her kitchen window.
Her kitchen was dark, but I could see into, the well lit, living room where she sat at an upright piano. Immediately I noticed that she was completely naked and looked away, but as she continued I heard her change notes, moving up the musical scale one key. Intrigued, I looked back, this time really looking.
I don’t know if I would call her beautiful, I mean her face always seemed kind of plain when I saw her in the elevator or in the corridors of the apartment building, but seeing her like this she suddenly was very alluring. Her light brown hair was down, cascading onto her shoulders and from the angle she was sitting I could just see her left breast. It wasn’t large, but seemed nicely perky and I remember how large her nipple was, I mean even from the distance I was, well, it just seemed very large.
I let my eyes roll down her body and I realized that as she continued striking that single key on the piano with one of the fingers of her right hand, her other hand was down between her legs, moving in unison with the note she played. I then heard the note change again as I noticed her move a bit, kind of sliding her hips forward and back. Only then did I understand what she was doing.
I watched for a while longer and after a while, as I noticed the note changed again, I saw her begin to move more urgently. Yes, she was masturbating and as she slowly got more and more aroused she would continue moving up the keys of the piano. Well, by that time I was aroused too, so I lifted up from my chair and slid my shorts and underwear off. Gently wrapping my fingers around my erect cock, I began to slide my hand up and down in unison with the piano notes.
The woman at the piano was now obviously very aroused and I could see as she spread her legs wide apart. I could see her breast bouncing slightly as she moved her body. So I could get a better look, I stood up. The sensations running through my cock were so good I began to move my hips as I imagined sliding my cock in and out of the piano player’s pussy. She moved to another key on the piano and I could see she was about to come, so I slid my hand faster and faster.
Glancing down I could see the clear pre-cum rolling over my fingers and I imagined her fingers, wet from her juices. Suddenly she arched her back and played one final note, holding it as she lifted her hips up and came. That was all I could take and I pushed my hips forward, feeling the pleasure explode from my balls up the length of my cock. White hot cum spurted from me splashing onto the window and running down it in long, sinewy rivulets.
I remained in the window stroking my softening cock as the woman at the piano relaxed back onto the piano seat for a moment. She then stood up and moved out of view. Only then did I look down at the courtyard two floors below and see several women looking disgustedly up at me. I quickly pulled up my shorts and moved back into my apartment, away from the window.
“That’s basically what happened officer,” I said, dropping the pen onto the table and handing the pad of paper to the policeman.
“Okay, please sign here and put the date here,” he said, pointing to the space at the bottom of the page.
I signed and dated the paper, “Okay, what happens now?”
“Well, I’ll get this to the D.A. and see what they want to do with it.”
“Will it take long?”
“No, normally someone from their office is… oh wait, there she is now,” he said grabbing the pad and standing up.
I looked through the open door and saw the back of a woman with light brown hair tied nicely up around her head. As she turned to talk to the officer I noticed the alluring curve of her left breast and then glanced up, immediately recognizing her face. Suddenly I could hear that monotonous sound of the piano as my fingers nervously tapped the table.
The End
Brad
Brad saw himself as a successful, smooth young - soon to be – lawyer. While he was being very successful as a student, he was really just starting his third year in law school. He was certainly successful socially: leader of many student groups, student representative, on the review board, and usually seen in the company of the brightest and most attractive coeds.
Brad was quite confident and usually achieved what he sought. He had just started a relationship with Diane, a supremely attractive first year law student. She was dark haired with a fabulous body.
Diane was warm and outgoing but had a hint of reticence. Brad dominated the relationship, setting the pace for dates. However, Brad felt they were held back from full consumption because of her reluctance and that he lived in a dorm.
Diane said she was very shy. She lived off campus in a large house that she shared with other coeds. Diane explained that she could only take him back to her private room if he was introduced to the other women in the house. Since they did not want strange men in the house, they set house rules that men had to be introduced to all the residents.
Brad arrived at the appointed time of 7pm, dressed in his best job interview suit. He was expecting a light dinner possibly followed by some heavy drinking. Although he had not discussed the age of Diane’s housemates, he suspected that they might be older women that were more conservative than usual students, or perhaps very young - only freshly out of control from their parents.
He found the door opened by a tall, somewhat thin, blonde - about his age. As she invited him in, she said that her name was Wendy. In the living room he met Lucille and Cathy. He had somehow expected some dowdy old spinsters, but these were very attractive women wearing conventional grad student clothes.
“Is Dianne here?” he asked, politely - not being entirely comfortable without her.
“Oh, yes. She is in her room - she will be out later.” responded Wendy.
“First we would like to explain some of the house rules.”
Here it comes, thought Brad, are they going to say I can’t be in her room after ten PM, or that the door has to stay open with my feet on the floor?
But before laying down the law, he was offered a cold drink and a seat on the couch.
“This house is a kind of commune. We have all agreed to share everything in the house. In this house there is no private property.” intoned Lucille.
Had he entered a nut farm, some left over communist cell from the nineteen twenties? But, Lucille went on.
“We are also feminists, so in this house women rule. Men must do as they are told. But don’t worry we will not ask you to do anything that you would not do for Dianne.”
Brad was quizzical, “I do not really understand how this works?”.
“It is OK, you will understand quickly enough. Just remember that any request you would grant Dianne or anything you share with Dianne, must be shared with any of the women in the house.”
“Sure, I was the leader of my fraternity, I can understand sharing. But now that I am getting closer to getting a corporate law job, I have more sympathy for winner take all..”
The women smiled, but did not challenge his bravado.
Dinner was quite normal, actually very good food. Brad thanked them and was expecting to get up and retire to the living room but first offer his thanks and make a perfunctory offer of helping to clean up. But Dianne said: “Brad, how about you clear the dishes while we get out some more wine in the living room?”
Seeing no option, without being rude, Brad started picking up the dirty dishes and taking them out to the kitchen. He ferried out all the dishes and for good measure started loading the dishwasher. The girls ignored him.
But, once he came back into the living room, Dianne smiled.
“Lets go and catch that movie.”
It was a bad movie but Dianne was warm and cuddly. They came back to the house and Brad half expected to be left on the doorstep in her usual prudish way. But, instead, she invited him in. They first sat in the living room with another class of wine.
“Brad, I really want us to make love. But, I have been hurt before so I would like to do it one step at a time. I also have to make sure that we obey the house rules.”
Brad was perplexed, but horny. “Dianne, what do you want me to do?”
“Tonight we will not have sex, but we can enjoy our bodies. I need to develop some more trust in you and prove that you are trust worthy to my housemates. Please take off all your clothes.”
Brad was even surer that he had wandered into a nut house. Here he was in the living room of house with 4 weird women and unceremoniously he was asked to strip. Fortunately nobody else seemed to be about.
He began to strip, facing the beautiful Dianne, but still held by his own self-confidence and the hope of getting laid. He began with placing his shoes beside the couch and eyeing her for a reaction he started pulling off his clothes. When he got down to nothing but his underwear he was losing a little cool and feeling self-conscious facing the fully clothed beauty. He turned away as he placed his underwear on the couch.
He stood there, facing her, she was fully dressed and he was stark naked. He felt very vulnerable. His self confidence faded under her intense and apparently judgmental gaze.
“Turn around! Do you have a tattoo?”
“Bend down to touch your toes!”
Her gaze softened, she pulled him towards her and stroked his upper leg. He visibly responded to this affection move.
“OK”, while putting out both hands to hold his manhood firmly, “Lets call it a night. Come back tomorrow night and we can get more friendly” she said with a smile.
He stood, mystified, naked before this very strong willed woman. She bundled up his clothes, led him naked to the door, open to the street. Brad found himself crouching behind a patio wall with his clothes in his arms and the front door closed behind him.
He almost did not return the next night. “Why should he put up with this humiliation?”, but he had felt an unusual stirring under the treatment from this clothed, controlling woman.
He was invited warmly into the house by Wendy. He had brought a bottle of decent quality red wine. Every one was gathered in the living room. Dianne, his lovely, came forward and pecked him on the cheek while he placed the bottle on the table.
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“Brad, thanks for bringing the wine. Please get the opener and some glasses for us all from the kitchen. But first, strip!”
He was entirely confused, it was the early evening, everybody was fully dressed and quite sober; he was not sure he could even remember the names of all four of the coed housemates.
“Brad, you remember that we are a commune, so that anything that you would do for Dianne you must do for anybody else in the house.”
Brad still could not put together a coherent response and just stared at the tall, willowy Wendy as if she was mad.
“You did strip for Diane, right?”
The prior night’s humiliation of voluntarily stripping in front of Diane and being almost pushed out the door stark naked flooded back.
“Yes?” he managed to gasp.
“Well, now you asked to do it again. I explained the house rules last night. Do you wish to follow our rules or just leave?”
Still feeling entirely confused and powerless, Brad slightly nodded his head in response/
“Strip!” all four women said in unison.
Brad was hurt to hear Dianne joining in the chorus. But, he did not want to leave. So, he turned away and started to slowly unbutton his shirt.
“Please face us!” came back Wendy.
He turned back and more quickly now removed his clothes until he got down to his blue cotton briefs. He wanted to turn away again but he could see Wendy ready to pounce, so he faced her and pulled down his underpants.
Totally naked - stared at by four very attractive young women of his own age. The situation did not have the protection of a doctor’s office or even of a nude beach where everybody would eventually be naked.
His reverie was broken before he could even adjust to his new humiliating situation.
“Brad, please get the glasses and corkscrew.”
He quickly understood that his role was to be a naked servant for the girls. He served wine to all of them - and was allowed some of his own. Judy, the red head with some cute freckles, served the dinner. But he had to do all the clean up while they watched every move.
By the end of the evening, Brad was almost used to sitting naked in front of the four fully clothed women.
“Brad, why don’t you stand up as everybody says good night?”
Was he going to be slung out naked on the street again? But no, each women came up to him and fondled his family jewels while giving a smiling kiss on the lips.
“Thank you Brad. Bring the clothes, lets go to my room.”
Brad obediently followed, hoping not to meet any of the other women in the corridor. Once in the room she looked him up and down and gave him a brief, friendly kiss.
“Get into bed! I will be right back.”
She returned about five minutes later with her hair down and makeup cleared, she wore a full-length flower print nighty.
To his surprise, she then pulled off the nighty and revealed, for the first time, her beautiful, almost naked body. Her breasts were medium size but pert and straight. She had a narrow waist and a very flat stomach. The panties were white and demure.
“I would like a really good back rub.” and handed him some massage oil.
He worked on her back for sometime and tried to work around the edges, to reach her boobs or under the pure white panties - but she blocked him. During this time, totally naked for hours and then caressing this beautiful body, he was very excited and had almost come.
“Stand up! Make your self come.” She said as she passed him a cloth and the massage oil bottle.
He was naked and erect, she was almost naked, but again he was total humiliated as be quickly brought himself to climax under her steady gaze.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” she smiled. She seized his now shriveling up member, opened the door and led him somewhat roughly down to the common bathroom. There she at last took off her panties and they both got into the huge shower area. He washed her all over with body lotion and then she turned to wash his private parts.
Back in her bedroom, having mercifully missed the other women, she said: “Brad, you are taking this well but we still need to build trust. You can sleep in the spare room.”
In the morning he awoke and got dressed quietly. He listened to the patter of feet of feet and doors opening hoping to find a time when the bathroom was free. But before he could do that, Judy walked in.
“Oh, men are not aloud to dress without permission is this house. Strip!”
So, he stripped again. Once he was facing her, stark naked, she grabbed him and led him to the bathroom. As he showered, some of the other women came in to watch. Peggy, the dark haired one who was slightly pudgy, had only just woken up. She stripped and got into the shower for Brad to wash her entire body and she washed him.
After eating and cleaning breakfast totally naked in front of the now well dressed women, he was allowed to dress and leave for the University.
“Be back by 6pm”.
Feeling like a dutiful puppy scared of his master, Brad rang the bell at 6 pm. Judy opened the door.
“Brad, you need to strip before you enter! …. House rules.”
Brad, the big smart, soon to be lawyer, finally noticed the cubbyholes by the door. In full view of the street he quickly stripped, placed his clothes in the place provided, and went into the house.
The evening began similar to before. He did various chores at their becking, stark nacked to their full dress. However the girls were become more familiar with grabbing parts of this body.
After they sat down after dinner, Wendy smiled at him and said: “Masturbate for me.”
He was starting, finally, to understand. He walked up to stand naked in front of her with his cock erect. Thankfully, Dianne fetched the massage oil from her room, and he humiliated himself in front of all four of these lovely women.
“Please give me a massage”, murmured Judy.
He expected that he would be taken to her room so she could be massaged in private, but no, Judy stripped on the spot. By the end of the evening all the girls had stripped and he had massaged them. Brad was really tied. He was expecting his “girl friend” Dianne to take him off to bed. But, instead Wendy said “Lets shower”.
All five were able to fit in the large shower area and Brad got to wash each intmit part of each woman. They also washed him. Again he was hoping to go off with Dianne, his reason for submitting to all of this. However, with a glance at the others, Judy grabbed him by his penis and led him down the hall.
“I have some interesting ideas for you….”
After several weeks, Brad settled in to performing for and serving the women. However, it was usually Judy who took him to warm her bed.
He mostly gave up going to class.
One evening Dianne showed up with another man, in a business suite while Brad was naked.
Brad was starting to see the full picture…
The End
“Huh? Frenchmen do not marry black women or at least I do not think they do. Captain Adams said you were to be mistresses to French nobility, which I believe.”
“That little asshole!” She repeated with even more emphasize. “He put out the word that a dozen brides were needed for Frenchmen and that he was to transport them to France. All expenses were to be paid and money would be sent to our families when we married.”
“Sounds more like you were shanghaied,” the Captain said with a grin. “Captain Adams got himself a string of hookers for free and they even delivered themselves to the dock. He’s almost as big a pirate as I am.”
“So now that you have us, what happens?” Jasmine asked.
“You mean besides my proclivity for fucking your gorgeous ass’s.” The Captain replied. “I haven’t decided yet. I might keep one or two of you for my own pleasure and sell the rest to the slavers in port.”
“What would it take for you to return us home?” Jasmine asked as she moved her ass back and forth slowly.
“Girl! Your ass is mine already so you can’t use it to bribe me,” the Captain said with a laugh as his eyes followed the movement of her ass.
“We might not be whores but we do know a lot about sex. How about a dozen warm and willing asses? Willing is always more fun than having to fight for it. We are big strong women and someone might get hurt if we fought,” Jasmine pointed out. “And then there are other things we could provide beside just our asses.”
“Like what? I have a crew out there that would just love to help tie each and every one of you across a bed or a rail for that matter. But if I did have to call them in then they would expect a share, which could be rough on you ladies.”
“How about the name and destination of the treasure ship that was sailing two days after we left port,” Jasmine offered.
The Captain’s ears perked up. “Treasure ship? How do you know it was a treasure ship?”
“We have brothers, fathers, and lovers that work the docks. We know everything that goes on there. No one pays us blacks any attention, we are beneath notice so we hear a lot. Spy’s on the docks would be a great help to you, unless I miss my guess.”
“And what would you get out of helping me?” The Captain asked.
“A trip home for one, a little revenge on the French and Spanish, and some adventures to remember in our old age. Not to mention being fucked in the ass by a real pirate.” Jasmine replied with a big white grin.
The Captain looked at Jasmine in a new light. Booty and brains, that was an interesting mix to say the least, probably a dangerous one but interesting all the same.
“I’ll have to think on it,” the Captain finally said.
“Don’t take to long, the treasure ship overnights at a small island where it takes on troops and an escort of war ships. That’ll be three days from now.”
“Three days you say. Then I guess I need to get with it, I have eight fine ass’s to take care of,” the captain said as he smacked Jasmine on the rear.
“Captain man, darlin, I’ve got news for you. It is going to take three days for you to get finished with just mine if you do it right. Jamaican ass takes a lot of work to satisfy it completely,” Jasmine said with a grin as she wiggled her hips back and forth.
Captain Butts grinned as he stepped up behind Jasmine, grabbed a hip in each hand, and slowly slid his long slender dick into her hot sopping wet pussy. He made a soft moaning sound right along with Jasmine as it went in.
When his hips touched her warm silky ass, he shivered and sighed deeply. “Oh hell yes! That is one fine hot tight little pussy you have there.”
“I am told my ass is even hotter and a hell of a lot tighter,” Jasmine whispered breathily as she clenched her inner muscles and squeezed the Captain’s dick.
The Captain groaned and then shivered. If her ass were any tighter than this, he would definitely need three days. As it was, he was on the verge of coming, just holding still in her pussy. It seemed to be milking and squeezing his dick all by itself.
With a groan, he pulled out and then shoved his dick, back in hard. His hips smacked the black woman’s ass. She made a soft grunting sound and then sighed as he pulled out again. Her pussy seemed to be getting hotter, wetter and tighter the more he fucked her.
Less than a couple of dozen strokes later, he planted his hips against her ass as he came harder than he had in a very long time. Her pussy was grabbing his dick and massaging its full length. He had to lean over and hold onto her hips, his legs were shaking so hard.
“See, I told you we Jamaican women know all about sex and enjoying it. Why don’t you sit on the side of the bed and I’ll see if Leona wants to clean that messy dick of yours up and maybe put some lead back in it,” Jasmine said breathily in English.
With a nod, the Captain pulled his hips back until his dick was free of her pussy. From there, it took an act of will to make his legs support him until he could sit down. He ended up in his chair since it was closer.
Jasmine watched him from over her shoulder and once he was seated, she spoke to the other ladies for almost a minute. A larger lady straightened up and turned toward the Captain. She smiled broadly as she walked over to kneel in front of him.
“That is Leona and she loves to suck on a dick. She is very good at it and loves it even more if there is a mess on it to clean up. She says it tastier that way,” Jasmine told him.
The Captain watched with fascination as the woman bent at the waist, and slurped up his soft dick. Her soft very full lips and warm wet mouth made him moan softly. Her long tongue rolled around as if it was trying to wrap itself around the shaft of his dick.
His moan grew even louder. He had never felt anything even remotely like this. The Captain felt his dick stiffen slightly as Leona sucked it in and now with her tongue working it magic it was firming back up quicker than he thought possible.
He was about to shut his eyes when the youngest and shortest of the women straightened up, turned, and walked over to stand behind Jasmine. The young woman whispered something in their odd language and Jasmine smiled as she nodded and rolled over.
Jasmine lifted her feet to the end of the bed and let her knees open wide. The young woman knelt quickly and buried her face in Jasmine’s pussy. Jasmine took a sharp gasping breath and then moaned loudly. The sight stiffened the Captain’s dick even quicker.
He had never even thought of two women together and the goings on before him blew him away. Well not quite but it was very close anyway. He pushed on Leona’s head until his dick popped out of her mouth and stood up against his belly.
Leona grinned at him and licked her lips with a smacking sound. The Captain looked back at her and smiled as he sighed contentedly. He slipped down in the chair to a comfortable angle and watched the two women at the foot of his bed. His dick would twitch ever so often.
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He gave a little start as he felt Leona’s long tongue on his balls. A second later, he moaned as she sucked one into her mouth and swirled that marvelous tongue over and around it. From under hooded eyes, he noticed the way Jasmine’s hips were jerking and flexing.
The young girl must be doing an excellent job he thought. He liked to eat pussy himself and knew how to make a woman squirm and yell. This little one seemed to know the same.
Leona sucking on his other ball caused a shiver to run up and down his spine. This one was a definite keeper he thought as a moan escaped his lips, a nice big bubble ass, and a mouth to die for, what more could a man ask.
He was about to find out. As Jasmine gave out with a sharp long drawn out yell, Leona lifted his legs and placed his feet on her shoulders. He was entranced by Jasmine’s strong vocal orgasm on the bed and almost jumped out of the chair when Leona’s tongue took a long slow swipe up the crack of his ass.
It started right below his asshole and ended under his balls. As her tongue ran over the very sensitive puckered ring of his anus, he felt like yelling himself. Then the sensation was gone and he shivered as her tongue tickled the underside of his balls.
Then the tip of her tongue was back flicking at the tight ring of his asshole. He gasped at the first touch and then gasped even louder as the tongue pushed at the opening. It had been nearly twenty years since anyone had touched his ass like that.
She had been the wife of the master ship builder that he apprenticed for. He knew he was playing a dangerous game but at the time, he had been totally blown away. She had him in the palm of her hand and on the tip of her tongue. She was the reason for his ass fetish.
In the two years he had slipped around with her, he had never fucked her pussy. That was for her husband she had told him. That was all right with him, her ass was virginal when they first started and he had broken it in right with her help.
She had taught him how to make love to a woman and how to eat pussy. She also loved to lick his asshole and it had driven him nuts. Just like Leona was doing right now. As her strong slender tongue wiggled it’s way up his ass, he could not catch his breath.
He could hear Jasmine talking but the words did not have any meaning. His ears were ringing and his heart threatened to jump out of his chest. Someone stepped across his hips and he tried to focus his eyes. When he did, he saw Jasmine grinning down at him.
She lifted his dick and sat down on it, impaling herself. She gave a shivering shaker and then sighed as she moved up and down slowly. Her pussy was hot and very, very wet. He was drenched to the balls in seconds.
Leona was now fucking his ass with her hot tongue. Jasmine stood up and stepped back over his hips. The young woman took her place. The Captain looked from one woman to the other in confusion.
“Della is a virgin so I had to get your dick nice and slick for her. She only lets men fuck her in the ass. She saves the flavor of her pussy for eating only,” Jasmine explained.
A virgin? She only fucked in the ass. The Captain’s brain was on overload as he felt Della lift his shaft and center the head on her asshole. As she slowly applied pressure to their contact the Captain gasped loudly as the head of his dick compressed.
“Holy Shit!” the Captain yelled as the head of his dick popped through the tight ring of muscles and slowly went deeper into Della’s incredible hot tight ass.
Della gave out with a loud whimpering moaning groan as she lifted her hips and sat down again. Half of the Captain’s dick was now inside her and her ass was threatening to crush him. Between her hot ass on his dick and the tongue in his ass, he did not know what to do.
Actually, in the position he was in, there was not much he could do except half lay, half sit there and enjoy. This was something that dreams were made of for any ass man. Since he had came so recently, he could easily hold the orgasm he felt building back. He was going to enjoy this as long as possible.
Della’s ass was by far the hottest and tightest he had ever been in and she knew how to work it to best advantage. The Captain wasn’t sure who was moaning and groaning louder, him or her. Leona had her tongue up his ass so far that it was scary. That alone would have normally had him coming like a fountain.
“Too bad I can’t sit on your face.” He heard Jasmine say with a laugh. “Then you would have it all.”
Della would sit down on his dick slowly and then clinch her ass tightly around him as she rose back up. The captain was in ass heaven. He had never felt anything like what she was doing to him. Add Leona’s tongue to that and he was about to go out of his mind.
Sensory overload kept him from coming for a while and then he erupted like never before. He gave out with a loud yell as spurt after long hot spurt left his dick. It felt like his balls were trying to turn inside out and his spine was leaving his body along with his gold fillings.
Little Della gave out with a yell of her own and bounced on his lap harder and faster as her ass got hotter and even more slippery. The grip she had on him wouldn’t let his dick go down. It stayed hard and she used it to full advantage.
By the time she finally stood up and staggered over to lay on the bed, the Captain felt like he had came another three times. He had not moved hardly at all but he was breathing as if he had ran several miles.
Jasmine leaned over near his ear and whispered, “Now you have had a black Jamaican woman’s ass. You have seven more to go.”
All the Captain could do was groan.
“Maybe you should wait until after we catch the treasure ship,” she whispered.
The Captain nodded.
The Ass Bandit was showing her heels to the wind as she headed for a date with a Spanish treasure ship. Between Jasmine and the English Captain, Captain Butts had enough information to plot an intercept course. The Spanish ship would be slow and easy to catch.
Jasmine, Leona, and Della were in the Captain’s cabin. They had all three readily agreed to stay. The rest of the Jamaican women were aboard the prize ship and under the protection of the first mate. They were to be taken care of until the Ass Bandit returned.
The Jamaican women that were returned home unharmed kept their word and acted as spies for many years to come.
With the treasure and his three ladies, Captain Seymour Butts would retire to parts unknown and become a legend in his own time. Butt, ever so often, the black flag with three butts on it would appear and another treasure ship would disappear.
The End
My Local Restaurant Has a Little Secret
My local restaurant has a little secret. It is well hidden behind the walls. The walls are one of those irregular outlines of an old building that has over time morphed together with the building next to and might have the foundation of a building that used to stand there. It’s more akin of an old European city, where the medieval inner city grew organically and alleys snaked around the building however they found place. It is rather atypical for the modern Santa Monica.
The restaurant is a little vegan home cooking place with friendly staff. Right next to it is a high brow French restaurant. And, in the second floor citing the buildings almost touch and meet each other. One could simply step outside of the window and into the building on the other side. The floors are all on different heights and displaced. A few yards along, there is a gap between the buildings for a narrow walkway to carry out the trash from the kitchen and take deliveries.
There is also a little building in between the two. The other buildings seem to have simply grown around it and literally over it, until it became part of the one building. Though, one can’t be sure, if it is not maybe part of a third building that tries to mingle in. That cozy little building is right opposite the bathroom window of the restaurant. In between there is only a tiny space, barely enough for a man to stand. Someone had placed there a pot with a plant. The plant has long wilted and the dirt started running outside the pot and on the floor.
In that cozy building, there is a prostitute. Whenever she wants to turn a trick, she opens her window and takes a naked shower. She’ll massage her boobs with soap. Inevitably, the guy trying to take a leak gets curious. The guy taking a dump gets embarrassed for having being caught with his private business in full view of a gorgeous naked woman.
When the family husband takes suspiciously long in the bathroom, the wait staff knows, what is going on. When the young and scrawny student comes in to sip only on a coffee, while he spends most of the time in the bathroom, the wait staff knows what is going on. Once in a while, when a lip stick lesbian gets lost in the restaurant and stays in the bathroom for too long to apply more lip stick, the wait staff knows, what is going on.
Actually, the wait staff, the chef, and the owner are very upset about the woman in the cozy little building. They tried to cover the window. They tried to remove the window. Though, time and again, the fire marshal would come, ask for some privacy to inspect the bathroom. Inevitably, he’d cite the restaurant for some long forgotten building ordinance from the last century. The window was needed as a firescape. The curtain was obscuring the window too much. And, heaven forbid a fire happened, the customer may panic and not find the window. The restaurant owner had time and time again lamented that the tiny court yard in front of the bathroom with the plant pot had nowhere to go and thus was no firescape. The citation would stand.
The troubled restaurant owner had called the vice squad to shut down the woman’s business in the cozy little building. An undercover police officer caught her. There was a big court case. The woman was smart and had a good lawyer. The police officer was booked for rape for ten years in prison. There in prison, he got raped within the first month. It was not an inmate, as you may have expected. A warden raped him to pay for the warden’s frustration of having to deal with stinky prisoners, while the real officer had a plush life flirting with the touristas, models, and actresses in Santa Monica. And, no the warden wasn’t big and fat. He was a rather scrawny old bastard.
So, the woman still runs her business. Any time a hunk walks into the bathroom the waitresses sigh, because they are jealous of her.
The woman is maybe 23 years old and born in Serbia. The war displaced her. She finished her college here in Los Angeles. After she was done with college, her degree didn’t lend itself for a job. And, she thought that she wasn’t cut out for working anyway. So, one day, when she had a shower and left the window open, like she didn’t care. Should the other people look away! It happened to her that an old guy was lusting her like a Lolita, even she wasn’t petite, had no pig tails, or red hair. She’s a tall and slender woman. Her hair is this dirty blond, like that of smoker. At least, I believe parents smoking gives that floppy, dirty blond hair that look. And, from there she was a go.
Most of the time, she is drunk. More accurately, she imbibed, but she is not really drunk according to her standards. The rakija is like an elixir to her. The native Americans used to smoke Peyote and the like to get high and see visions. She’s Serbian. So, the Peyote is nice, but doesn’t work the magic. It’s the rakija that open her sixth sense. That’s the magic and secret of her business.
She turns the tricks fast, maybe five minutes or so. The secret to turning them fast is to make the guy come fast. To make the guy come fast, his kink has to be tapped into. Then, the guy is so horny that a talented touch to his mighty organ will instantly make him explode. As you and I know, once a guy has come, he’s ready to roll over and watch sports or whatever. So, she can take her payment, the Benjamin. She’ll roll up the Benjamin, put it behind her ears and strut out of her little bathroom, while her client is often sprawled on the floor and panting. The client will eventually gain composure and climb over to the restaurant bathroom. It’ll take days to process what had happened to him or her in those five minutes that he had stepped into the bathroom and into her mystical world. It just doesn’t happen in normal life to be seduced and stripped so fast.
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