Caught on spy camera

Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer’s day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that come to your knees or lower that are all the fashion now. She wouldn’t let me wear them. That was fine because I didn’t like them either. After all, if you’re trying to catch the sun, or get a tan, what’s the point of covering up half of yourself ? So short shorts and nothing else under them. She liked it that way and so did I.

Tanya was wearing one of my shirts. You know the type - short sleeves but with a tail at the back to tuck into your trousers. Except Tanya wasn’t wearing any trousers. She knew that I adored her dressing in one of my shirts. I found it immensely sexy and erotic to see her bare legs, beautiful legs at that, appearing from under the shirt. It hinted at what remained hidden, something I was intimately acquainted with, but nevertheless, the hint was always there. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, but that didn’t matter because Tanya has the most gorgeous, small, round, firm breasts that stand up on their own without the need for support. Her nipples are large and round and brown and pointed, and right now they were clearly visible beneath the shirt, straining against the confines of the material and offering themselves to whoever may wish to lick, suck, kiss or rub them. Me. Evidently they wanted to break free of the shirt and take a peek at the outside world.

The only concession that Tanya, reluctantly, made to society on this occasion was that she wore pants under the shirt. Not often, I hasten to add. Normally, when wearing one of my shirts for me, she wore nothing under it. If we were at home, out in a park, or someplace where there weren’t many people she wouldn’t wear any. This invariably led to us enjoying some sex somewhere, right up to orgasms for us both. We usually managed to find a place where we could pleasure each other and bring each other to climax, no matter where we were.
But even Tanya had to admit, it’s a bit difficult in a supermarket.

So, pants under the shirt, and if Tanya had to collect an item for our trolley from a low shelf, if there were other shoppers around she crouched daintily and demurely and retrieved it. If the aisle was empty she made a point of bending right over in front of me to show me her pants, the tops of her soft thighs, and the thin line of material that, just, covered her cunt, which was a bit irrelevant as the pants were see-through. She wiggled her ass at me too, when she could. She knew that I enjoyed looking at her body, any part of it, at any time, and she enjoyed reminding me and offering me views at every opportunity.
So we proceeded down the aisle, hand in hand and loving every minute of each other’s company. We had known each other for six months, and our sex life was unbelievable **. She adored me and I adored her. She was quite small, beautiful with a gorgeous figure, long flowing dark tresses of hair, her body was soft and warm and there whenever I wanted it (as mine was for her) and when I was close to her or touching her luscious little body I always had difficulty tearing myself away from it.

She took our sex to levels and heights that most men could only ever dream of. She was clever, quick, intelligent and her eyes sparkled frequently. She was impish and devilish and made every day and every little mundane item in life seem interesting. I blessed the day I met her.
“Davey,” she said, chucking something into the trolley, “how do you feel about a threesome?”
“Which way?” I asked immediately.
She looked at me. “Either way. A man or a girl.”
I remained quiet for several moments.
“You don’t like the idea, do you?” she observed. “It upsets you to think of another man fucking me.”
That’s another thing I adore about her. More often than not she has the uncanny knack of knowing exactly what I’m thinking or what I’m going to say.
“Yes,” I agreed. “It does upset me. But it worries me more. You have to be careful. What happens if we have a few drinks first and he gets a bit drunk or aggressive? What happens if he’s bigger or stronger than me, loses control and either injures me or incapacitates me in some way and then just attacks you?”
I said this because I knew Tanya’s body intimately and I knew that any red blooded man seeing her as I do, lying on a bed half clothed or naked would not want to just have a blowjob from her or be wanked by her. He would want to fuck her, again and again. No, I didn’t like that idea.

** See “Tanya”.


Tanya looked alarmed at my words.
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that,” she said. “You’re right.”
“And anyway, “ I went on, “how do I know that you might not come to enjoy his er—ministrations better than mine?”
“No Davey!” she cried very fiercely, and dropped a packet into the trolley, ran to me and clasped her arms round me, burying her face and her long hair against my chest. She hugged me very tightly.
“No!” she said again, her voice partly muffled. “Don’t you ever, ever, think that or say that again, Davey! You’re mine! I love you! I love you like crazy and I don’t want another man in my mouth or my cunt or even my hand. I adore you and only you, you great stupid lump and don’t ever, ever think I want any other man and don’t ever, ever say that again!”
Her body shook against my chest and I realised that she was actually sobbing. I stroked her hair and her back.
“I won’t, I won’t,” I promised softly. “I adore you too, you know that and I didn’t mean to upset you. I love that you love me, and I love loving you. And that’s what I’m going to do when we get home.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked in her small, muffled voice. She had stopped her sobs but stayed tight against my chest, hugging me for all she was worth. I could feel those beautiful nipples, well, one of them, pressing into my T-shirt and just begging to have some attention.

“I’m going to throw you on the bed,” I began softly. “I’m going to lick and kiss your legs, starting at your feet and working my way up to your knees. I’m going to undo two buttons of that shirt and then I’m going to lick and suck and kiss your beautiful breasts and nipples until they are so hard they hurt.”
And they almost did hurt, because I could feel that luscious point growing harder and pressing even more against my chest.
“And then I shall go back to your lovely legs,” I went on, “and start where I left off, at your knees, licking and kissing your thighs, first one and then the other, getting higher and higher, going under the shirt so I can reach the very tops of your soft, warm, fragrant thighs, tasting your delicious skin and feeling the warmth---“
I broke off as I realised that Tanya’s knees were trembling against me.
“ – the warmth coming from between your legs as my tongue licks higher and higher, finding the edge of your pants and licking round them into your groin, and then across the material to the other side, just allowing my tongue to briefly brush across your cunt inside your pants –“

By now Tanya’s whole body was trembling but she still gripped me tightly and still kept her face buried against my chest.
“And then what?” whispered her muffled voice.
“Then I shall gently pull aside your pants and allow my tongue to brush against your cunt lips again. I shall taste your skin, your heat, your juice as you become wet and it runs out from you and onto my tongue. I shall just probe gently between your lips and find more heat and more juice. I shall drink deeply of it because it is my Tanya’s juice and I love to drink her nectar whenever I can.”
Tanya was now quivering in my arms and her legs were shaking. She squeezed me hard, which I took as a silent sign to continue.
“And then and only then, as I am tasting and drinking your warm heavenly nectar from deep inside your cunt, will my tongue find your button, that tiny place that is the root of all your ecstasy, that magical place that will start a feeling deep within you, and as I lick at your clit and flick my tongue over it, back and forth, your juice will flood out from you into my mouth, the feeling inside you will grow and grow and grow until it explodes out at the height of your ecstasy and you cum and cum and cum.”

As I spoke Tanya suddenly sagged against me, her knees and legs giving way so that I actually had to hold her up. She was breathing very fast and heavily, making a damp patch on my T-shirt and her body and legs quivered and shook against me for several moments. Tanya had cum.
Maybe a supermarket isn’t so difficult after all.
“She orlright, mate?” came a voice.
I looked round and saw an old man watching us.
“Just a bit weak at the knees,” I said. “It happens sometimes. It’ll pass.”
The old man harrumphed and moved away.
Gradually Tanya quieted down and regained her own feet.
She broke away from me and used a hanky to wipe her eyes.


“You – you – you!” she stuttered. Words seemed to fail her, very unusual for her.
I reached for her and hugged her gently.
“You absolute fucking bastard!” she murmured. “I don’t believe it! You – you – you actually made me cum by your words alone. In the middle of a shop! I just pictured it all as you spoke and you made me cum! You didn’t even fuck me! You just described how you licked my cunt and I came! You wonderful, gorgeous, sexy adorable bastard!”
(Couldn’t help a slight smirk at this. Well, wouldn’t you?)
Tanya looked round at the aisle.
“You’ve made me cum into my pants,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s running down my leg.” She gave a sort of wiggle as she rubbed her thighs together.
“Oh, good,” I said. “Then I can lick it off when we get home.”
“Don’t start again!” Tanya said. “Don’t! But yes, I want you to lick it off like you often do. Shut up Tanya!” she added to herself. “Come on, my sweet Davey. We still have shopping to do.”
We moved on, filling the trolley slowly and leisurely.
“I do love the feel of my cum in my pants, “ she said at one point. “All that lovely warm juice. Wish it was yours though.”
“It will be,” I promised.

And after a while she said, without looking at me, “What about a girl, then?”
I stopped and stared at her.
“But then you’re going to have the same worries too. Aren’t you? And you’d be happy with another girl? I mean, you wouldn’t mind having sex with another girl? Or me having sex with another girl?”
Tanya slowly shook her head thoughtfully.
“Actually, my lovely adorable Davey, I don’t think I would have those worries. Not if we planned it properly. I don’t think a girl could do anything to put me out of action like a man could to you. So, no, I don’t think I’m worried about that. And I have no problem about another girl. I’ve never done it before, but I don’t have a problem with it, and as I know you would love to have two girls in bed and it would give you great pleasure, then it would give me great pleasure too.”
She’s a girl in ten million, is my Tanya.

I pulled her to me and looked straight into her eyes.
“You’re wonderful,” I said, “and I adore you and love you, very, very much.”
She smiled and her eyes melted with the light of her own love in them as she looked at me.
“I know it,” she said, “And you know I do too.”
“And what,” I asked her with a twinkle in my eye, “about the possibility of me ending up preferring her cunt to yours?”
“It won’t happen,” she answered decisively. “And I’ll tell you why. You won’t put your cock anywhere near her cunt. She can wank you, suck you, give you a blowjob, you can even fuck her ass, but if I see your cock within an inch of her cunt, I’ll throw her out into the street just as she is, even if she’s bollock naked. And I’ll deal with you afterwards,” she added darkly.
“Yes sir!!” I grinned, and she grinned too because I knew she meant every word but she wanted to please me without any risks to either of us and that was fine by me and I adored her for it and loved her and I thought hell, she’d probably try to cut the bloody thing off if I didn’t keep my word.

“Agreed?” she asked.
“Yes, my sweet Tanya. If you’re sure you’re happy with the idea, then let’s do it. But I have to say I think you’ll find it very difficult to find someone who’ll agree to this plan. Most women want to be fucked and if I don’t ---aaaahhh! I see.”
Light had suddenly dawned.
“That’s right,” Tanya grinned again. “I will. With my strap-on while you fuck her ass. Or her mouth. Whichever you want.”
I nodded.
“And you really think you’re going to find a girl who’ll agree to all this?” I wanted to ask about the other wet and dirty pleasures that Tanya and I so often enjoy together but I thought I’d wait a bit for that.
“And as for the other things we do together, Tanya went on, (see what I mean? Wonderful girl!) “I agree it won’t be easy but I’m going to try. Leave it to me.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The next few weeks passed enjoyably, with Tanya and I delighting in all the many and varied things that made up our sex together. In the hot weather we ended up sweaty, wet, and not only from the sweat, dirty, as we both enjoyed that too, and the bond and rapport between us grew and grew each passing day, as did our love and respect for each other. Both of us knew that neither would ever do anything to hurt the other, and that made our relationship something very, very special and very strong. It also made our sex incredibly passionate and our orgasms, whether together or separately, were always huge and often exhausting.
A girl in ten million.

Sometimes during those weeks Tanya would make or receive phone calls on her mobile, and this often meant that she would disappear into the bedroom and shut the door. She always spoke very quietly so that I couldn’t hear a word of the conversation. Once or twice I opened the door to enter the room and she always yelled at me to go away. Another man might have suspected that Tanya had a bit on the side, but I trusted her implicitly and knew that no such thing was happening. She never spoke about the conversations and shook her head if I asked, so I gave that up. Occasionally the aftermath of these phone conversations meant that she looked very glum but even if she did, it never prevented her from doing what she knew I liked in bed, or enjoying my own ways of giving her as much pleasure as she could physically take.

And then, one day, she came out of the bedroom, snapped her phone shut and looked at me, her eyes gleaming and sparkling in that way that always made me want to take her in my arms, kiss her and then take her to bed and spend hours making her groan and cry with pleasure.
“It’s fixed!” she exclaimed.
Just for a brief moment I had to catch up with her, and then I said “Ah! It is?”
“It is!” she said. “I found a girl who agrees with everything we talked about before.”
“She does?”
“She does,” Tanya nodded. “Including the fact that your cock is not allowed near her cunt.”
“She does?”
“She does. And she is happy about our other pleasures. The wet and dirty ones.”
“She is?”
Tanya threw a cushion at me.
“Lump! Yes, everything.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, except for the obvious.
“When?”
“A week next Friday. For the weekend.”
“Oh.”
“Is that okay for you?” Tanya came to me looking concerned. “I can always make another day ---“
“No, no,” I hastened to reassure her. “I was just really surprised that you actually found someone. A week next Friday is absolutely fine.”
Tanya gazed up at me. “It’s fine by me, too,” she whispered.
That night as we were preparing for bed and I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth Tanya came out of the bedroom wearing a cotton top and long cotton pyjama trousers. I had never, ever seen her in such a get-up.
“What the hell is that?” I demanded. I looked her up and down. “Are you cold?”

As the temperature outside at night was still in the middle twenties, this was a ridiculous suggestion but it was the only thing I could think of.
Tanya came to me, cupped my face in between her hands and stared deep into my eyes.
“No, my sweet and lovely Davey. Of course not. I want to make a rule.”
Now Tanya and I have a complete understanding of each other. Neither of us ever dictates to the other. We might demand a special something jokingly, in fun, or during sex, that we want at that particular moment but in our everyday lives we always discussed things and agreed together, compromising if necessary. So Tanya’s request for a rule meant that this was a serious matter that needed my agreement or her compromise.
“Okay, my sweet. What is this rule you want?”
“No sex until she arrives,” said Tanya without hesitation.
“WHAT!” I cried and stepped back to look at her.

Never, never, has Tanya ever prevented me from having sex, at any time at home and often elsewhere. She has never had a headache or any other ailment that meant no sex and even that time each month which most people avoid wasn’t completely off-limits to us.
So this was a real shock and it showed on my face.
“I’m so sorry, Davey baby,” murmured Tanya miserably. “I really am sorry. I know it’s a shock but I really want this.”
“But why?” I protested. “Ten days or more without being able to give you pleasure, lick you, fuck you –“
“Stop it!” she cried, looking even more miserable. “Stop it please! You think I don’t want it? Want you? You think I don’t want to give you pleasure all the time like I do? Share pleasure with you like we always do? You think I’ve gone off you or your sex? No! It’s nothing like that.”
She cupped my face again and her eyes glistened with tears.
“Don’t be mad, my sweet Davey baby. Please?”
Of course my heart immediately melted. Yours would too.
“Okay, okay,” I reassured her. “I’m not mad. Of course I’m not mad with you. But please explain what’s behind this.”
“It’s simple,” she said softly. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot. I want us both to wait so that when she arrives and we start to enjoy the weekend, we’re both so full of sex that we’re bursting, and we’ll want it so much it should make our orgasms even better than they usually are.”

She paused and searched my eyes with hers.
“Do you understand me, Davey baby?”
As my heart had already melted into that goo that Tanya can soften it into on occasion, I was already lost to her request.
“I understand,” I murmured into her ear as I held her tightly against me. I could only just feel her breasts through that bloody material. But then, that was the idea.
“It was just that the thought of not being able to enjoy you, touch you, caress you, pleasure you, see and hear you explode with your orgasm in front of me was a huge shock. A nasty shock too.”
“I feel the same,” Tanya said, wiping her eyes with her fingers. “I’m going to miss your touches, your kisses on me, your tongue and most of all your beautiful cock, but please agree my sweet Davey. I’m sure we’ll both be pleased later that we did this.”
I cuddled her and stroked her hair.
“Of course I agree,” I said. “I don’t like it, of course, but I understand and I think you’re probably right, so I agree. You have your rule.”
“Thank you my sweet,” she said. “I thought about one last session before……but then I thought that would make it more difficult, so I’ve started it tonight.”
“So I see.”
She paused. “And Davey, one more thing, please.”
I raised an eyebrow, not completely happy that she was adding to the rule.
“No wanking yourself on the quiet, please Davey. No matter how much you want to.”
I sighed.
“I hadn’t thought about that, but I agree to that too.”
“I love you,” she murmured. “Let’s go to bed. To sleep.”

It's been a good night.

You've been up and down Bourbon Street and must have stopped at a half a dozen bars or more, staying just long enough at each one to have a few drinks and meet a different guy. You've had fun because you've been able to convince most of your new friends to have a slow dance with you so that you could get close and feel their body against yours and their hands on you.

But now you're tired and decide to head back to the hotel. As you walk, you begin to realize just how horny all that close contact has made you. You start to think about how good it would feel to have a dick inside your swollen, wet pussy. You close your eyes for a few seconds and think about how it must look from behind the guy as he's fucking you. You imagine your cunt opening up like a hungry mouth to accept the head of his dick and then swallowing it whole. You start to get really excited as you picture in your mind the shaft disappearing inside you until all that remains outside are his balls and then the shaft reappearing as he pulls back revealing a dick, slick and shiny with your pussy juices.

You're almost back at the hotel and the cacophonous noise of New Orleans in full party mode is subsiding in the distance. You're enjoying the relative quiet of the city street when suddenly the calm is broken by the sound of a motorcycle approaching from behind. You look over your shoulder to see a guy on a big Harley cruising slowly down the street looking for a place to park. As he passes by, you come to a complete stop and watch him. His dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail and falls to just below his broad shoulders. Even in the low light you can see details of his face and you like what you see. He has a a firm proud jaw that is covered by a 3 day stubble of beard, and you are mesmerized by his coal black eyes that seem to be staring right through you. He smiles and you're hooked. He continues on up the street for about half a block before he finds an available spot on the curb. It's probably all of the gin you've had tonight - or maybe it's the hormones running through your veins, either way, before you hear the sound of the motor die, you've decided that you're going to stop and talk with him.

By the time you get to where he's pulled over, he's gotten off of the bike and is leaning back against it with his arms folded in front of him and you suddenly realize that he must have seen a look in your eyes when he passed you because it's obvious that he's waiting for you. He must be able to tell just by looking at you that you are ready to fuck. You walk up to him and start with small talk, telling him that you like his motorcycle and that it must be fun to ride, but in almost no time at all you've moved in close to him and are running your finger tips from his chest to his stomach and then then back up again, each time getting closer and closer to his crotch. Soon your pussy is throbbing so much that it hurts and so you lean in and put your mouth on his. The kiss starts out slow and deep but soon intensifies to the point where it's obvious that he wants to fuck you as much as you are ready for him to be inside you. You move your mouth away from his and lean in to whisper in his ear, he nods and you take his hand and quickly start up the street towards the hotel.

Neither one of you has been able to keep you hands off of each other as you cross through the lobby and enter the elevator. When the door slides shut he pushes you back roughly against the wall. He pulls your blouse up and takes a tit in each hand, squeezing them hard. He leans in to kiss you again but you push him back so that you have room to work. You undo his zipper and reach in, your hand finds his thick, sweet dick and you catch your breath as you wrap your fingers around it. His pre-cum is flowing heavily and makes for the perfect lubricant as you begin to stroke him. Almost immediately he stops kneading your tits and puts his head back, his eyes rolling towards the ceiling. You don't want him to come just yet so you alter your rhythm just enough to keep him from going over the edge. Just then the door slides open to your floor and you let go of his cock, pull your blouse down and lead him by the hand out of the elevator and down the hall. Standing in front of your room you fumble with your key card, trying to open the door as he grabs you from behind and starts to grind his dick against your ass. He leans down and kisses you on the neck while moaning softly. You didn't think that you could get any hotter, but, oh my God! His hot breath and wet lips on the back of your neck and shoulders is making you so wet that you can actually feel pussy juice running down your legs. Finally the door opens and you pull him inside.

Inside the room you lead him over to the bed and tell him to stand very still while you undress him. As you remove each article of clothing you cover the newly exposed area with kisses. Your mouth opens up as you do this and you tease his skin with your lips and teeth, sucking and biting as you go. He is getting so horny that he can't keep his hands off of you and when you pull his jeans down to reveal his throbbing cock, so swollen and full of blood that the head has turned angry red, he grabs you by the head and forces his dick into your mouth. You don't seem to mind as you hungrily suck and pull on him until he is groaning and panting with lust. His hands are on your head, his fingers dug deep in your hair, grabbing and pulling, making you take the full length of his shaft into your throat. You know that you have him on the brink of orgasm once again, and so you pull your mouth away from him and push him backwards to fall on the bed. You stand up and look down at him lying on the bed, his full, hard cock just waiting to be used. This time you begin to undress yourself, more quickly than you did him a few minutes ago because that beautiful dick is right there in front of you, tempting you, waiting for you to slide yourself around it - and that's just what you do.

As you climb on top of him you are so ready to feel him inside you that you have to make yourself slow down. You want to enjoy the sensation of that thing filling you up and forcing the lips of your pussy wide open. You move into position and reach down, grabbing him and guiding the head into your waiting cunt. Finally you can wait no longer and you slam yourself down hard against his hips shoving his dick deep up inside you, You're sure you feel the head of his cock hit the back wall of your pussy and you can't believe how good it feels to be this full of thick, hard dick. You begin to rock faster and harder, jerking you hips back and forth, sliding him in and out of you violently. You are pushing your hips down on his as hard as you can so that your clit is rubbing against the shaft of his dick and his pubic mound. He smiles up at you and says in a low rumble, "You like it rough, huh baby?" You look down at him and say, "Uh huh, and I like to have my tits sucked too."

He reaches up, takes one of your breasts in his hand and pulls it to his mouth, taking the whole nipple and sucking it hard until you cry out in pleasure. "Harder, suck it harder." His mouth is on your tit, one hand wrapped around it pulling it to him and the other hand on your ass, squeezing hard and giving himself leverage to rock back against you. "Suck it, oh God, suck it hard!" You've got one hand on the back of his head and the other on the back of his neck pulling him to you. His dick is full and thick, filling every inch of your pussy. His fingers are dug into your hips and ass as he's rocking against you, forcing his dick in and out to the rhythm you've set. Suddenly you feel the beginnings of your orgasm and your moans and gasps can surely be heard outside, but you don't care; all you can focus on right now is what's going on between your legs. "Don't stop sucking goddammit!" you shout in a hoarse voice. He feels you you jerk and spasm as you come and, keeping your nipple in his mouth, he looks up to see you with your head down and eyes closed in full concentration. Your orgasm goes on for nearly a full minute but finally subsides and he takes his mouth away from your tit as you collapse against his chest breathing hard, trying to recollect your composure. After a few seconds he raises his mouth to your ear and says, "We're not done yet baby."

Suddenly you feel yourself being rolled over and thrown onto your back. He raises himself up on his knees between yours and pulls your legs apart so wide that it hurts. He reaches down and puts one hand in the middle of your sternum holding you down and takes his dick in the other and begins to stroke it as he looks down into your eyes with a hungry look. At first you think that he's going to masturbate himself and come on your pussy and stomach as you lay there unable to move. This though excites you and you ready yourself to be coated in his hot sticky cum. Then he lets go of it and you realize that he was simply getting himself to full erection, making sure that his cock was as hard and as full as it could be before he uses it on you. He reaches down and pulls your legs up high, fully exposing you pussy to him. Leaning forward he puts the massive head of his dick against the open mouth of your cunt and throws his hips down driving his dick deep inside you. He looks down at you with an almost angry grin and says, "You wanted it hard, I'm gonna give it to you hard!" and he begins to pump his dick in and out of you with a manic intensity. Each time he pushes in you feel as if he will drive you through the bed and you can feel his balls slamming against your ass. At some point you realize that you have been crying out as he continues to ram you relentlessly. Each time he pulls back you feel as if you will go crazy for that split second until he shoves himself back in. He has reached the point now where you have stopped being a person to him and are simply a vessel for him to fill with the cum that is about to explode from his balls. He no longer cares about your pleasure or pain, he simply needs to come. He supports his weight with one hand against the bed next to you and, with the other, he grabs the hair on the back of your head. He forcefully pulls you down as if trying to shove himself even deeper inside you. Suddenly you sense him tightening the muscles on his back, ass and legs as he feels the beginnings of his own orgasm. Seconds later he begins to shudder and gives out a deep, guttural moan - nearly more of a growl, as he begins to empty himself inside you. He is pulling harder on your hair now and it begins to hurt, but you don't mind. You can actually feel his dick pulsing with each thrust of his orgasm as he pumps wave after wave of hot cum inside your wet, aching pussy. Finally, he is spent. He falls forward putting his full weight on you as he catches his breath. You can feel his dick growing limp inside you and as it backs out it brings with it some of the cum that he has just shot up inside you. You feel it running down your ass towards the bed. He raises himself up and backs off of the bed, then reaches down to pick up his clothes laying in a heap on the floor. As he pulls his jeans up and begins to zip them, he looks over at me where I've been sitting, watching in a chair in the corner and says, "You were right pal. she's got great pussy." I simply give him a slight smile and nod quietly.

After the door has closed behind him, you look over at me. I say to you, "Don't move, I'll clean you up." I go to the bathroom and get a warm, wet wash cloth which I bring back to the bed. Your vagina is oozing cum quite a bit now and I wipe it off with the wash cloth. From the amount of cum that he spent on you, it appears that he hasn't had and orgasm in quite a while. He's really filled you up and it will take a more thorough job of clean up later to get it all, but for now this will do to keep a wet spot from forming on the mattress. I finish cleaning you and lay the wash cloth on the night stand. I take my own clothes off and drop them at the foot of the bed. You roll onto your side as I lie down beside you and we wrap our arms around each other. We kiss - for a long time. Eventually I pull my mouth away from yours and say, "You know what I need." It's not a question, it's a statement because you do know what I need. I need to feel your mouth on my dick and your fingertips on my balls. You smile and nod at me and slide down and take me in your mouth. Soon I'm feeling my own orgasm beginning and I look down and watch you as you take my cum in your mouth. At one point, you pull your mouth away and continue to stroke me with your hand to keep me going. We both watch the cum oozing out of my dick for a second and then you take me in your mouth again, licking, sucking and swallowing all of my juices.

Afterwards we lay together, tangled up in each other's arms and legs and I think back. Tonight I've watched you get fucked hard and deep; totally satisfying your animal needs and I've watched you as you've taken me in your mouth, sucking me dry and swallowing everything I give you.

It's been a good night. It's been a very good night.

Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wife and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blind fold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave’s neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave’s hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.

His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; “We both played around on each other. I didn’t mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or ‘the crabs’ and one of Carol’s girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon’s rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time.”

Rachel’s mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon’s and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr’s advise ‘be ready to hit the deck running’ and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has ‘sold the rights’ to her body and mind.

Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point ‘this…!’ evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn’t even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave’s sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.

Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, “Are you okay?”

Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, “I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay,” then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.

“I can relate totally.” Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, “I would be scared too if I didn’t know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but… ‘I am…!’ demanding and so is my wife. Don’t tell her I said this but I think sheee… is much more demanding than I… a lot more. Are you hungry?” Dave asked and pleasantly added, “I could do with a little something.”

“I’m not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach.” Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.

“Ah…a woman after my heart… soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?” Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?”

Rachel’s eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, “I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it.”

“Good…follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it.” Dave piped out then turned somber adding, “I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave… we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon’s any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in.”

“What about a house fire?” Rachel nervously asked.

“No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb.” Dave brayed and quietly adding, “I will get into all that later.”

“I see security, security, and security.” Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile.

“Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?” Dave queried warmly.

“Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding.” Rachel said quietly.

Dave laughed as he said, “He is a stickler for detail.” And somberly added, “That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too.”

The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel’s mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, “There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers.” She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, “They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?”

“Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener’s day off.” Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, “We both come from families with money but we didn’t become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn’t as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot.”

“It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!” Rachel said in amazement.

“No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month.” He quickly corrected.

“You mean a day here and a day there?” Rachel quizzed quippingly.

“No actually an hour or two every few days.” Dave corrected again. “Well… lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee.” He directed.

“Okay. Where is every thing?” Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.

“I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself.” Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, “I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door.” And he pointed.

Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, “I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?”

“Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way.” Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, “How do you like your coffee?”

“I like it strong, hot, sweet and black.” Rachel replied firmly.

“I’ll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife.” Dave cautioned.

“Huh?” Rachel exhaled with surprised.

“What?” Dave pressed smiling.

“It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his ‘wife…!’” Rachel quipped humorously.

Oh…! Boy…! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife ‘A lot…! More’,” Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, “I haven’t thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!”

The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed “Soup’s on!” and then happily noted, “I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich.” She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, “Both Starr and ol’ Leon said I was a fast study I’m going to try to be the best yet.”

“My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let’s down our snacks.” Dave remarked warmly.

They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr’s warning echoed, ‘Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.’ Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.

Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, “Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can’t call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don’t answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry.”

“So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?” Rachel posed then asked. “Does this have a speed dial for 911?”

“I’m good let’s start the tour.” Dave replied then explained, “Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what’s wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs.” Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel’s heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.

At the end he turned smiled and said, “This is not the dungeon even though I call it that,” ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back.

“I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars.” Rachel enthusiastically recounted.

“We do not do power lifting, Carol says it’s really only for body sculptors.” He paused then smiled at Rachel, “I assure you…you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks…”

“Training program?” Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.

“Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines.” Dave explained and then cautioned, “Carol is… well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please.”

“Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have.” Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.

“I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall.”

They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, “My god a real pool table!” Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.

“You play?” quizzed Dave.

“I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one.” Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, “I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row.” She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.

“We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is.” He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, “Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I’m not as good as the table makes me look.”

As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, “This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and ‘act…!’ accordingly.”

“I’m not sure how a maid is suppose to act.” Rachel informed.

“Carol will ‘train…!’ you.” Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, “We will have a few family functions while you are with us.”

“I want to do good I just…” Rachel was cut short.

“You’ve seen movies with maids in them haven’t you?” Dave interrupted and queried.

“Well yes…” She answered sounding puzzled.

“Well there isn’t much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well… really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be… lets just say very ‘amorous!’” Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.

“I’m not beautiful.” Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.

“No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting.” Dave agreed and added, “but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did.” Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, “I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you ‘hell!’ I find you ‘very…!’ attractive!”

“Thank you that put me more at ease.” Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, “This is really nice better than my room at home.”

“I’m glad you like it. You know it doesn’t mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, ‘you pay your dues.’ I’m not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well… you’ll see.” Dave explained.

“And you? Do you want me?” Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.

Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel’s hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, “Definitely.” He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, “but we still have work to do. Let’s go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor.”

“All this real wood paneling has me worried I don’t know the first thing about caring for it,” Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife ‘Carol’ Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.

Rachel was staring down ward at the floor, through the fake window looking into the movie set thinking, “This is where I will be revealing myself as well as my private parts for people ‘strangers…’ to look at. Fondling another woman and being fondled by another woman are experiences I have never really thought about, and now my god I will be doing both in front of a group, maybe hundreds of people looking on and bidding as if I were a car, or a house, or a piece of meat on the butchers block up for grabs.” A shudder raced through her as Starr walked around the corner with some papers in her hand.

“Hey Rachel you look really worried, well if you didn’t you probably wouldn’t be here.” Starr comforted and started massaging her shoulders as she stepped behind Rachel and then consoled, “Just think Rachel you will be doing what you want to do with me and getting paid for it.”

“I’m so scared I’m shaking.” She held up her trembling hand as proof.

“I remember this part of the wait.” Starr warmly acknowledged and gave a tender kiss to Rachel’s ear and then admitted, “At every little bump or clank I was ready to dash for the door as if my life depended on it,” and started combing her hair with her fingers then assured, “The clients are going to want to see some uncertainty in your actions hear some hesitations in your voice, just remember it is okay to have a good time and get paid for it! I survived it and I still look good!”

“Yea you do. You don’t look like a whore you are beautiful. I don’t want to look like a whore.” She firmly pointed out adding, “I’ve seen some of the street walkers, and they look so hard.”

“That’s because they live a hard life, work with Leon and you won’t. I was young like you when my parents split and I didn’t want to stay at home. That’s when I met Leo, now that is far behind me, and now I have my own home with all the trimmings, a car, a boyfriend, and I am still working with Leon. You’ll do fine.” Starr consoled as she continued running her fingers through Rachel’s hair.

“Oh Starr tell me about one of your bad ones, I know it hasn’t all been milk and honey.” Rachel asked as she continued to stare at the bed and chair in the set through the window.

“It was my last contract and I picked the wrong one of the top ten bidders. I call her the ‘dildo diaper lady,’ ole Leon fixed her though; she has a flag next to her name now. That means the couple must list every little thing they want to do and what they expect to have done on the contract, in the black and white…! On… paper!”

“I see you are still a little tweaked by it, tell me a about it please!” She urged Rachel’s mood was starting to warm up.

“Hell I had to potty in diapers like an infant and wait for her to change me. It was weeks before I was allowed to go to the bathroom like an adult and then only a few times, and weeks between the times that she would pleasure me. I would mess in my diapers and she would change me. No! Hell no! I couldn’t tell her either I had to wait for her to stick her finger through the elastic leggings of the rubber pants or down my back. Then she would act surprise and say ‘oh…!’ the baby is wet or ‘oh…!’ the baby went poop!” Starr had wrinkles between her eyes and her face looked almost angry as she recalled the events for Rachel.
Rachel laughed out loud then Starr joined in. They sat on the couch in the staged set. “Keep going Starr!” Rachel prodded and put her hand in Starr’s.

“So all day and night for weeks at a time I had to where the diapers, rubber pants, and a strap on dildo, with sweats on over them, as I performed my duties. No bra just the very loose fitting sweatshirt and pants. I looked like a pile of dirty laundry walking around the house and I had to pull them up all the time; they were so loose they would slip over the rubber pants and hang on the dildo. I would have to seduce her if she came into the room, or if I ran into her doing house work. Some times not often she would take the strap on off me and put it on and poke me through the diapers and French kiss me, and kiss my tits eventually she would pull the diapers down just enough to slip that thing into me and mount me from behind with my legs closed, and slowly work it back and forth inside me. She never hurt me with it, and sometimes she would get me to climax, but only sometimes.”

Starr stretched and went on, “When I messed in the diapers she would clean me with a hot washcloth, and wash her hands then sometimes not often she would finger me. Then put fresh diapers and a clean pair of rubber pants on me then hand me the strap on, and watch as I put it on. She wanted me to do it just like she did poke her genitals through her clothes, and then I would pull her pants down just enough to enter her from behind. We would have sex for hours and some times taking turns. Stopping only long enough for her to potty and then we might start again, or she would order me to finish the house work or fix something to eat.”

Starr took a long drink of water and started telling her story, “I think she made the dildo her self, I’ve never seen anything like it for sell. It was thin and shaped like a corkscrew with stiff but flexible wires coated with rubber and on the end of each wire a hook shaped node and was faced outward, so when it entered it would pull my labia in, and on top it had hoops that would grip at my clitoris and they felt really good but strange. Those pointy balls it was tipped with felt really strange inside me. It looked like a weird bottle scrubber. The only time I was nude was in the bath but I still had that dildo on, because sometimes she would climb on and do it in the tub. I had to wear it night and day cause she quite often wanted a quickie and I had to be ready to deliver at the wink of her eye.”

“It is still fresh in my memory because this is as bad as it can get and not break the rules. The first time I soiled my diapers it was my second day, and I was roused from her kissing and fingering me and I needed to go, but in stead of letting me up she climbed on top of me and rode that thing for quite a while. It was just too weird I had to do both pretty bad and couldn’t go just lying in bed, even with her bouncing on top of me, I thought my bladder was going to burst. I made coffee and breakfast, when we got up, she just sat in the nook reading a book while I cooked and set the table. I kept bumping into things with that dildo. I tell you it had to look funny me dressed in only an apron and diapers and that dildo getting caught in the cupboard handles. I remember needing to go so bad it hurt, I was trying to will her out of the kitchen so I could go, but no. We sat together eating and drinking coffee and talking. It was very difficult to talk and not reveal that I was under so much pressure. Any way I am sure she knew.”

Starr gave a short loud laugh and went on, “The pressure in both my butt and bladder was so intense I had trouble clearing the table. It was when I put my hands in the warm water I lost the fight. I could feel the pee start to trickle no mater how hard I squeezed it just kept leaking out, and I had to shit really… really bad, I remember feeling the tip of that turd poking out. I squeezed those muscles so tightly I couldn’t move I just stood there with my hands in the water making grunting noises as I strained to keep it in. She heard me and walked up to me she reached around my waist and rubbed my belly kissed me on the neck and said, ‘just let it slip out you’ll feel much better.’ I can still feel my stomach cave in and my knees buckle as I grunted convulsively. I felt that turd slide out and it mooshing against my cheeks as it pressed into the tight diaper and when I started to pee, again I gushed. I could feel the diaper and pants sagging from the weight as I filled them. I heard her sighing as I grunted. She made me finish washing the dishes before she changed me.”

“That sounds gross.” Rachel gasped out and then asked, “Did she at least do a good job of cleaning you?”

“Oh yes she had to. The clients are not allowed to harm or cause the need for medical attention. I could feel my piss weeping through the leggings as I walked to the changing room. Any way she got so hot, her panties were totally soaked. We had sex all over the house that day she must have had a dozen orgasms. We walked from room to room with me behind her keeping that dildo inside her. We rolled around on all the floors, on all the beds and couches. When ever she was ready to cum, she ordered me to, ‘hold that dildo tight!’ as she put it, then climb on top, and then take short staccatoed strokes until she orgasmed. She really got wet when she came, my whole belly would be soaked, and then she would lay on me for a long time resting.”

“What was her husband like?” Rachel eagerly pried.

Just then, Leon walked in and announced, “The server is down, so there will be a short delay. How are the two of you doing?” he asked.

“Just fine. Starr is telling me some of her war stories.” Rachel was noticeably relaxed as she talked Leon.

“What the diaper lady?” Leon sneered adding, “She isn’t going to bid this time I’ve cut her off for this set of bids.”

“Yes. How did you know?” Rachel asked.

“She tells that one the most, then there is the one where she got knocked up the first time.” He said, smiled and then left.

“Come tell me a little about him.” Rachel coaxed asking for more, “What turned his screw?”

“He liked to stuff that big dick of his down his wife’s throat. I think making her gag was a real turn-on for him. He would grab fistfuls of hair and make her suck it for a while, then tease her gag reflex and when she wrenched he would pull her head down and shove it in at the same time. Her arms would flail about as he stuffed her nose into his curly hairs with that cock down her throat. Take it out and start again. He would say, ‘Lick my balls this time bitch,’ and in he shoved that long fat cock. He made me watch all the time you could see her straining to lick his balls. He would pull it out, she would dry heave, cough a few times, and he would start it all over till he was ready to ‘shoot his load’ as he put it. I never saw her barf, but she sure dry heaved and coughed a lot. He would cum in her mouth or inside me what ever made his fancy that day. He would tell her to ‘swallow it bitch,’ she would fake it and make me swallow it a little at a time after he left.”

“That sounds perfectly horrid Starr!” Rachel said as her face twisted with an ugly grimace.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad after I got use to the routine.” Starr admitted and explained, “When I first started I almost lost a different contract cause I couldn’t deep throat the guy. You would be wise to learn how before the end of the first month.”

“Tell me how.” Rachel eagerly pried.

“When you feel the gag just slip it in fast.” Starr answered.

“That’s all.” Rachel groaned.

“No you have to get use to it before it gets better.” Starr said with a soft giggle.

“That isn’t magic I can do that.” Rachel said with determination and pressed farther, “We have time tell me some more please!”

“I’m sure you can.” Starr retorted and then continued with her story, “He was rarely there. Of eighteen months, he might have been there for six months. When he was, he was nasty towards her, but nice to me. He wasn’t much of a lover, but it was a nice break from that dildo. He would order her to take my diapers off when he wanted to use me and tell her to make sure I was clean. Once he walked in and ‘ordered!’ her to bathe me saying, ‘Clean her up good! I want her fresh!’ He rarely lasted more than ten minutes, but he wasn’t rough like he was with her, so it felt okay. I came close to cumming a few times with him, but didn’t because he would ejaculate too soon. When he was through, he would order her to, ‘finish her off,’ as he put it. She would enter me with that strange feeling dildo with those hook shaped things gripping my labia and those hoops stretching my clitoris. She never went in deep just pass my lips and worked it in and out with her thumb massaging my clitoris. I would cum really fast not because she was good, though she was, but because there was a long time in between orgasms so I was ready. Some times, he would watch and other times he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even let me pee before putting the diaper back on. Sometimes they would be cloth diapers other times they were the disposable ones. Shit! I can feel them sagging now and that clammy wetness.”

Starr fidgeted in her seat adjusted her pants and panties then went on, “I was really glad she didn’t make me wash them, I think that was a secret thrill for her. She had that look on her face when she came from the laundry room. I don’t think she played in it, but she did get a thrill from cleaning me up, she was so hot afterward, and maybe washing the diapers. Ready girl here comes ole Leon and he is wearing a smile. Its on.”

“Here I want you to wear these blue panties and the two piece body suit.” Leon ordered as he handed the package Rachel and assured, “They’re clean they are brand new. If you want while you can still have some privacy you can use the changing room there,” pointing at a single door.

*** Chapter 1

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to ‘give…’ me an interview. Shit. I’m so nervous I’m shaking; I’ll bet I’m white as a sheet, I can’t even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom’s words screaming from her bed room, “He’s either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the black marketers, you’ll be gone and I’ll never see you again. I remember shouting back as I ran out the door; “He called ‘me’ in for the interview I’ll be safe I’ll make the cabby watch me go in. I ‘need!’ work!” Hell, I still hear the echoes of the slamming door after mom and I fought. My mom is sick; my little brother isn’t old enough to work, and they need somewhere to live, and mom’s disability isn’t enough to starve on much less pay the rent. I ‘want…’ them to have more than that. I want my Mom to have her medicine, a good doctor, and my brother Jeff to have his computer, games, and a college education. Mostly I want away from the dead end cafй jobs, and three hundred dollars is a start. Well here goes.”

“Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.”

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

I grew up on a farm, only with brothers. This was no big deal, because we have the whole place to play on and to explore. When we started to attend school, we go to the hostel and there was lots of friends to be around with. As I got older, I experience a gab in my relationship with the girls. Although the girls in my class was very fond of me, I don’t know how to relate and blushed very easily when they start flirting – even when we were in the lower grades. To worsen the situation, I was in a car accident that keeps me in pain and out of circulation for the last years of my school career. Luckily, during my last year the pain started to subside and I could start walking more easily.

I grew up in the 60’s when the mini was introduced and enjoyed the sight of all the tights and panty-covered asses that was at display, especially when the wind was blowing, or the girls climbed stairs. Not to mention when they get on their bicycles or when they played sports like tennis or net-ball! There was one particular girl in our class with perfect legs – or as someone has conveyed his gratitude: “if I have legs like that, I shall constantly walk on my hands”. Her dress was one of the two that was the shortest in the class and the hemline just-just passed the rules. Her motto was: “when I sit down, I shall do it in such a way that the hem of my dress moved as high as possible up against my legs.” She was very successful in doing this and on top of it, she was very careless when crossing her legs. Another habit of her was to sat astray over the chair and in that way, her hem moved further up her legs while sitting down, even so far that sometimes, you could see the top-end of her panty. She was so successful with this, that one of the young woman teachers keeps telling her: “Hazel. close your legs!” I have never heard that complaint from one of the male teachers! The teacher that gave her so grieve because of her leg-showing, was self guilty in “showing-it-all-the-way”, even the horizontal top of the V between her legs.

But here my knowledge of a woman’s body stopped. Those days any exposure of nudeness in pictures (or in public) was a taboo. The first time that I saw a woman’s titties, was when I was 12 or 13, and I have always wondered how a pussy looks like. My first eye contact with one, was during my second last school year and it was by accident. After the vehicle accident, I lived during the week with an old lady that gave lodging to school children in the lower grades and it was here that I saw my first pussy. One evening I came home well after sunset and on my way to my room, I passed the window where the oldest girls live. The curtains was not closed properly and because I walked very slow, it was easy for me to look inside their room. On one of the beds facing the window, sat three of them in their nighties and pantyless busy with their toe nails. What a sight! They were in the beginning stage of their development and above their slits was only fluffy hair.

Just the next week, late one evening, I was once again on my way to my room when I walked pass the old lady’s window and I stop in my tracks. She was busy undressing and had just lifted her petticoat over her hips. To my delight, she was facing the window! Next she unhook her bra and her massive sloppy tits were exposed. I never imagined that a woman’s nipples can be so big and dark! Next her panty came down to revealed her huge bush of black curls. At that time my cock was already in my hand and I was pumping like mad. Soon my white milk was flying everywhere. She puts on her nighties and went to bed. This has arouse me a lot and I was thinking of ways that I could see more. This was not easy because I make to much noise if I left my room.

But something else happened as a result of this and together with those exposed bodies that I has seen, starts voyeurism in me. My room was separate from the other boys and I have the privilege to study in my room while they have to go to the dining room. It was summer and I studied without a shirt when I was overcome by lust. I removed my pants and underpants. Totally naked and with closed eyes, I started to play with myself until I blew my load in the air. What I haven’t noticed, was that the lady who helps the old lady in the house, was on her way and her path took her past my window. When I opened my eyes after the pleasure has gave it last enjoyment, I could not see her, but when I turned my head to get of the bed, I saw her body from her shoulder downwards in the mirror, standing without any movement. In a rush I put on my pants and she started to walk again. Me made eye contact when she came into view and her expression told me that she has thoroughly enjoyed it, but she was unaware that I have noticed her. This has leaded so a lot of similar events and on more than one occasion, I saw her push her dress between her legs and squeeze her tights together, without realising she is masturbating with me.

After school I went to varsity and then the “gab” in my relations with girls become even more frustrating. After about 3 years there, we were a couple of friends than did most every thing together and have a lot of fun, all on a platonic lever. This change one particular Saturday. Together with other mutual friends, we enjoyed a day of fun in the sun and around the swimming pool. None of us was very fond of to much booze, mainly because all the mess that people make when the could not control themselves. Thus nothing happened that we can blame on “I didn’t know what I was doing…” or “I was not myself…”

As far as I can remember, the two-piece was introduced those days, but only the “wild” girls wear it and none in our group was “wild”. Because I have lost a couple years do to the accident, I make the most of it when I got a change to play. This leave me exhausted at the end of the day. On our way home, I dozed off and my head landed on the breast of the girl sit next to me. At first I don’t realized what has happened, but the stage between there and not there, I felt for the first time the softness of a girls titties. The enjoyment were more than my shyness and I kept my head there, pretending to be asleep.

Although we were “dull” by some of the measurements of my fellow students, we have more fun than what they had experienced with their lots of booze, and without the headache the next morning. This doesn’t kept us to be willing slaves of some of the fashion trends. As it was the fashion of the day, all the girls wear mini’s, regardless if they have the legs for it or not. This resulted in a lot of growings between men’s legs because if you sat at the right angle, there will always be the opportunity to look between a girls legs. The dresses were just to short to keep such a view closed. Then there were those more daring girls that wear see-through panties! It was before the days that women shave their pubic hair. For me who was not accustomed to it, it was exciting to watch all the display of legs and the periodically display of a darker patch.

This has made me extremely horny and I threw a lot of self-helped parties, all by myself, or so I have thought. I still can remember as an adolescent, how afraid I was the first time I saw cum blowing out of my cock! Anyway, as a student, I came and go from the outside room where I lodged. One of the daughter of this couple was about 4 years my junior. A regular friend of her, was an attractive and sexy girl, but cheeky. Because of my lack of confidence, she made me nervous and I stay out of her way.

Then out of nowhere, she started to be friendly with me. This made me even more nervous and when I discovered the reason for this change, I wanted to run away, but after a while I starting to enjoyed it. One evening I was walking naked in my room with my cock as stiff as it can be. When erected, my cock is 8” and rather thick, with the head 1½” long. My balls are also above average. Each nut is 2” long. Without me knowing it, she had come to fetch some clothes at the clothes-line and saw me. Her cheekiness was her way to hide her lack of confidence with men and this was the first time she saw a naked man, left alone an erect cock! This leaded to many exposure from my side and voyeurism from her. If I only knew back than that a hard cock can makes a woman’s juices flow!

I pretend not to know, but move the mirror in such a way that I could lay on my bed…busy studying of course!…and watch her without being caught doing it. Needless to say, during such a time my cock was a constant flag-pole pointing to the ceiling and was often leaking pre-cum. Unfortunately they moved out of town before more could happened, except for the last time she played a peeping-tom. Because of the anticipation of her last visit, I have played and touch my cock a lot, bring me a couple of times to the edge. With her watching longer as normal, the excitement was to much and my nuts gave in under the pressure, releasing their grip. I was pumping out all my waiting in white steams without touching my hard cock or my empting balls. I climaxed more powerfully as normal when hearing her gasped for breath.

Time to come back to that first-time-snoozing-on-boobs-girl. In our group, this girl’s dresses were the shortest. She also has the habit when she was seated, to remove any folds from her dress by lifting it a couple of inches before pulling it straight and let it down again. This gave everybody in front of her, a perfect view of her legs up as far as her hips. As time goes by, she allowed me more privileges. She was the first to allow me… I must rather say, with whom I have enough courage to do it…to slip my hand underneath her bra. The sensation to felt for the first time a hard nipple brushing over my palm, was out of this world. My favourite however, was to slide my open hand between her titties.

Why? I don’t know, except that during the first couple of times, my eggs decided on their own to gave my cream permission to rush to the top of my shaft and exploded out of my one-eye-mushroom, to make a complete mess of the front of my pants. How do you explained to a girl that was just as uninformed as you, what has just happened? She haven’t yet seen a full grown cock!

Months after my hands was familiar enough with the soft roundings of her full twin peaks (I later discovered that she was a 36C), with the pebble hard nipples in the middle, and with the warmness of her tights, my hand travelled without resistance deeper in between her legs. She has not open her legs to gave my fingers access to her delicacy, nether has she pressed it together. Although, when my hand needed more space so that my fingers could slip into her juice filled slit, she moved her legs sideways. Neither have I knew that wetness was a direct result of an aroused woman, or what the purpose of a clit was. One of our favourites was when our group went to the country to enjoy the fresh air, to walk close together, my fingers buried from behind inside her treasure, caressing the sides and made her nectar dripping on my hand.

After a very long, long time, she started to slipped her hand into my pants and the first time she touched a cock, was also the first time a grownup woman touched my dick. It took quiet a while for her before she started to explore my hardon. It would happened rather sooner than later...my cock was not used to be touched by a woman and have never being able to get accustomed to this way of caring. It was a shock for her when I download my excitement because of her attention to my coupling-rod and nuts.

When she moved into a flat on her own, our lovemaking became more intense and for the first time I was able to strip her naked. She returned the favour and as a first for both of us, she saw a man squirted out his delight when there have been taking care of his tools. Because I’ve waited so long, I pumped out a lot of cum. This also became a regular until finally, I was able to lower my lions between the open legs of a woman. I was surprise with what ease my pricker slipped into the access tunnel of her playground. What took me by total surprise and with such an overwhelming joy that I nearly blow my load just there and then, was the unexpected warmness inside her. She stopped me when only an inch more than my head was inside. Even this was very disappointing, I will never forget that absolute sensation when that juicy warmness engulfed a part of my brains.