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It was finally my birthday, and I was really excited.
Mother had said that she was going to reward me with
something really special. She said it was for all the
hard work that I did done over the past year.
We had a bumper crop, and when we took it to the market
we got a good price. Mother said she would give me a
good present as my reward. It was my seventeenth
birthday, and I was dying to find out what she was get-
ting me and why it was taking her so long.
Earlier that morning, she left to go get my present. She
surprised me by getting up before dawn and hooking up
the horses and wagon. She was ready to leave before I
was even out of bed. "I need to get into town extra
early this morning to buy something special," She had
told me. I tried to find out what it was, but the only
hint she gave me was that "it will give one of us great
pleasure."
I had a strong suspicion it was my birthday present. I
tried not to let it show, but I was so excited inside
that I forgot to ask how long she was going to be gone.
I wondered what kind of "great pleasure" she meant. I
was dying to know what it was.
***
It was now dinnertime. She had been gone all day, and I
was starting to get worried. I no longer cared about the
present - well, maybe I shouldn't go that far! I still
cared, but just not as much as before. The excitement
was being slowly replaced with anguish. Mother was a
strong woman who could get herself out of almost any
trouble, but anything could have happened. I couldn't
help but imagine a run away horse or a broken wagon
wheel.
I went back inside our quaint little house and asked
Thomas, one of my Mother's three slaves, to start cook-
ing dinner. I could see the other two slaves through
the trees. They were coming in from the barn, and I
knew they would be hungry. I just hoped Mother would
be home in time to enjoy the meal with us.
A few minutes later I heard something outside. It was
the sound of horses and the squeak of wagon wheels. I
could recognize that squeak anywhere. I knew it was
Mother.
"Happy Birthday Debbie," She greeted me as soon as I
opened the door.
"Hi Mother!" I welcomed her. "You were gone an
awfully long time. I was starting to get worried."
She laughed as she stepped down. "You know better than
to worry about me. It just took a long time to buy my
special purchase. I had to drive all the way over to
Decatur."
"Decatur!" I said in surprise. Decatur was three towns
down the road and at least forty miles away. I immedi-
ately grew curious as to why she had to go all the way
to Decanter for her purchase.
"Well, what did you get?" I asked curiously, thinking
it was perhaps a fancy dress. I was anxious to know
what it was.
"It's in the back," She instructed me.
I immediately ran around and saw a white canvass
covering the bed of the wagon. There was a large bulge
underneath it. I couldn't imagine what kind of present
would take up the entire bed of a wagon. It was
definitely more than a dress.
"What is it?" I asked simply, becoming even more
anxious with every passing second.
"It's your birthday present," Mother finally admitted.
"It's something that will give you much pleasure. You
are sure to enjoy it for years to come."
I looked more closely and thought I saw it move. Some-
thing seemed to be moving under the canvass.
"Well?" Mother asked patiently. "Are you going to
unwrap your present or not?"
I stepped forward, but it moved again. There was clearly
something alive and very large under the canvass. It
looked to be about the size of a large animal or even a
person. I was afraid to look.
"Well if you're not going to take I look, I will!"
Mother said succinctly. She walked forward and took
hold of the canvass. With one mighty tug, she pulled
off the entire sheet.
I looked but I couldn't believe it! Beneath the can-
vass, laying on the dirty bed of the wagon, there was
a naked man! His arms were tied to the front of the
wagon and his legs were spread open to the two back
corners. He was bound with ropes and forced to lay
face up. I was able to see everything as a result of
this! I could see his cock and his balls and everything!
"Your very own sex slave," Mother presented him. "Now
you can have a pleasure stick just like your Mother.
You now have your very own cock to give you pleasure
whenever you want it."
"Oh Mother!" I hugged her but couldn't believe it.
"This is wonderful! This is the best present you could
ever give me!"
He looked terrific. He was a young slave who looked to
be about the same age as myself, probably between
sixteen and eighteen years old. His face was handsome
and his body looked slim and strong. Between his legs
was a prick that looked fully intact and ready to abuse.
He struggled with the ropes as I starred at him. It
immediately got me aroused.
"I hope you enjoy him," Mother patted me on the back.
"I know you're a little young, but you've been a good
girl and you always helped me out a great deal on the
farm. Just remember to always keep him fit and healthy.
Don't do anything that might hurt his organ, and you
will get years of pleasure from him."
"Thank you Mother," I hugged her again. "But how did
you ever afford him? I thought you were going to put
the extra money into savings?"
"He is our savings," She answered. "I've been putting a
little bit away every month and saving up so I could buy
you a sex slave."
"But he must have been expensive!"
"A little expensive," She admitted. "But I got a good
deal. I was going to buy you a used slave, but I heard
the Military had an excess of prisoners. They had a
special auction today and I got this one at a good
price."
I was in shock. I knew what her words meant, but
couldn't believe it. "You mean this is an inexperienced
slave?" I asked.
"He might even be a virgin, for all I know." Mother
shrugged her shoulders.
I couldn't believe it! My heart was racing. I looked
at his naked body and thought about all the things I
could teach him and all the ways I could shock him.
Images flooded into my mind about all the different
games I could play with his cock. I thought about all
the ways I could take advantage of his totem pole. I
had always heard virgin sex slaves were a lot better
than used models, but I never dreamed I would get to
find out for myself.
"I also think of him as an investment," Mother
continued.
"Instead of a pretty dress that is just going to wear
out and fade after a short while, this inexperience
young man will retain his value for a long time. If
you ever fall on hard times, you could always sell him
for cash or trade down to a lesser model."
"I will never trade him!" I objected. "I want to keep
him forever. I will remember you every time I fuck him."
"That's a nice thought," Mother replied nonchalantly.
"But it's still better to eat food than to eat a good
cock. You may think a lot different if you ever fall
on hard times."
I looked at him again and starred at his naked body.
I especially looked at the prick between his legs. I
couldn't wait to take advantage of it. I couldn't wait
to stick it between my legs. I'd never had a slave so
I never had the opportunity to fuck a man before. I was
desperate to know if it felt as good as the older girls
said.
"I can't wait to have him," I voiced my desire to
Mother.
She seemed to hold back a laugh. "I know you're anxious,
but I suggest you be patient and first have a bite to
eat. You're going to have a big night ahead of you and
you'll need lots of energy. Why don't I have the two
slaves take him to your bedroom and chain him against
the wall? Later, when you're done eating, you can go
in and molest him."
"I guess so," I agreed reluctantly. "But I wish I could
molest him right now! The way he's tied down makes
him look so delicious."
"I know," Mother said in a deep breath. I think she was
turned on by his young body as much as me. "But you
can wait. You waited sixteen years. You can wait an
hour longer."
I reluctantly agreed.
We both turned and went inside. It was hard to take my
eyes off his cock and I made sure I could see it until
the last possibly instant. I desperately wanted to see
it erect and squirting across the room.
-- Him --
I patiently waited for someone to come to untie me from
the back of the wagon. It had been a long trip from
Decatur-almost four hours-and the last ten minutes were
the worse. The constant pounding against my back was
making me sore.
She first let me sit up front with her. Although my feet
and arms were still tied, the springs on the front seat
offered a cushioned ride. She put me in back of the
wagon only when we came close to our destination. First
stripping me of all my clothing, she made me lay down
and then tied my hands to the front of the wagon's bed
and stretched my two ankles to the back two corners. I
didn't know why she moved me to the bed of the wagon,
at least not at the time. Now, of course, I knew. I
realized it was to make my body more presentable to her
daughter. She purposely spread my legs open so my cock
was more exposed. I was unable to turn over or to cover
myself up.
I was anxious to be moved, but worried about where I was
going. They discussed their plans right in front of me,
so I knew I was going to her daughter's bedroom. I was
worried about going from one unpleasant situation to
another. I didn't know what the daughter would do to
me.
Both women seemed nice enough. I had heard horror
stories about female slave masters torturing their sex
slaves and making them eject at the end of whip. Neither
the Mother nor Daughter seemed like that kind of woman.
Both were certainly good looking. When I first met the
mother backstage at the sex slave auction, I was
impressed by her pretty face and well-proportioned
figure. I especially noticed her chest because she had
large boobs.
They weren't enormous, but I could clearly see they were
a very good size. She wore clothing that nicely display-
ed her cleavage. I found myself becoming aroused just
by looking at her, and I became disappointed when she
told me I was actually buying me for her daughter.
The daughter was equally pretty. I was worried she might
be some ugly slut who's mother had to come to the sex
slave auction of fear of frightening the other men, but I
was pleasantly surprised. Her boobs looked smaller, but I
liked the long, dark hair that comes down to the center of
her back. It was the same as her Mother's.
My main worry was her anxious attitude. I was especially
worried about her comment to molest me while I was still
on the wagon. I knew I was her first sex slave, and I
thought I might even be her first fuck. I heard that many
young girls experimented or swapped their male sex
slaves with others, but I didn't know how much truth was
in the stories.
-- Her --
It was difficult to eat. I kept thinking of him, realizing
I now had a sex slave of my very own. The image of his
naked body tied to the bed of the wagon kept forming in
my mind. I couldn't wait to finish eating and go back into
my bedroom and molest him. I had never molested a man
before, although I often heard my mother from the next
room or from out in the barn. I used to like to put my ear
up to the wall and try to listen. Most of the time there
wasn't much noise, but on a few occasions I got to hear
one of the male slaves pleading for her to stop or to finish
him off.
I also got to see it once. There was a girl at school by the
name of Katie. She came from a rich family and her
parents bought her a sex slave for her fifteen birthday-just
after she began to blossom. She used to brag about him at
school, telling us how much fun it was to molest him and
how much pleasure she got when she fucked him. It used
to make me angry, but a few weeks later she invited me
over to watch. I swallowed my pride and agreed to go
along. My curiosity was greater than my resentment.
It was very arousing to watch. Katie never let me touch
him, but she let me stand by the side of the bed while she
played with his equipment. He was tied down naked by
his arms and legs so he couldn't break free. He could do
nothing to help himself as Katie took advantage of his
poor, helpless cock.
The experience was very stimulating for me - to say the
least. I'll never forget his erect cock standing at atten-
tion. She made it inflate to about double its regular size.
I was so amazed at how much longer and wider it could become
over a regular cock. Then, she stroked it in front of me.
I remember the way it got wet and slimy. The more Katie
stroked, the more wet and slimy it seemed to become. It
was great. I also noticed that the slave resisted her. The
more she stroked, the more he pleaded and fought against
her - just like I heard my Mother's slaves plead with her.
But in the end it didn't make any difference. "Watch this,"
Katie told me, and a second later she made him squirt.
I'll never forget the sight of his ejaculation.
I wanted to do the same thing with my new sex slave. I
wanted to turn his penis into an erection and stroke it.
I wanted to make it wet and slimy just like Katie made her
slave's, and then I wanted to force it to squirt out its
juices for me. It would be great.
Afterwards, I wanted my sex slave to do other things for
me too. After Katie's slave nicely squirted for her, she
began to get angry with him. She said he was guilty of
something called premature ejaculation, and therefore
would have to be punished. I didn't stay for the rest, but
as I walked out he was pleading and begging her not to
punish him. I was curious about what a male sex slave got
for premature ejaculation, but I was satisfied with his
squirting erection.
"Anxious?" Mother asked from across the table.
"Of course," I answered, coming back to reality. "I can't
wait to molest him."
"Just don't hurt him," Mother warned. "I bought you a
young, vibrant sex slave. He'll fetch a high price for
years to come. Always keep his cock in good working
order."
"I know Mother!" I answered. "You already told me. I
promise not to hurt his cock in any way - although in these
next few weeks it might be a little sore."
Mother laughed. "I suppose it will be. Men are only
designed to be molested once every 72 hours - at least
that's what they say. I suspect you'll be doing yours a
little more often than that."
I laughed back. "More like three times a day," I told her,
not trying to exaggerating.
"That's about what I figured," She agreed. "He's going to
have one busy set of nuts."
-- Him --
The two of them walked in. Both wore identical clothing,
a little white panty around their waist. Other than that,
they were bare. Neither wore anything above their waists.
They were both topless.
"It's so nice of you to let me watch," The Mother said.
"It's the least I could do," The Daughter answered. "After
all, you were the one who purchased him."
I was in shock. It was like running into a brick wall. The
last thing I expected was for the two of them to do me
together. I tried to get away, but there were heavy metal
chains around both my ankles and wrists. I could clearly
see that I wasn't going anywhere.
From across the room, the mother and daughter looked at
me with hungry eyes. They both faced me head on. The
absence of clothing around their chests made them look
incredible.
The mother was especially impressive. Her tits were even
bigger than I thought. She had two large melons swelling
out of her chest. They were uncommonly firm for their
size and her age, and sagged down very little. At the tips
were two massive nipples. Her entire body was bathed in
a light tan except for the stark contrast of her red nipples.
She obviously worked out and didn't have any wrinkles.
She looked to be about the same age as her daughter.
The daughter was even more beautiful. Her younger age
gave her a sexier look. Her tits were definitely smaller.
They were bigger than a hand but not big enough to form
cleavage underneath. Her skin had a slightly smoother
appearance and she wore a darker tan. I noticed neither
woman had any tan lines, meaning they liked to sit out in
the sun nude.
-- Her --
"How were you planning to do him tonight?" Mother
asked.
I gave a sneaky little smile back. "Fuck his brains out," I
told her jokingly.
She returned a serious stair. "Now wait a minute Debbie!
Remember what I told you before."
"I remember Mother," I relieved her concern. "I was only
joking."
My sex slave was on the opposite side of the room. His
naked body was tied to the far wall by both wrists and
both ankles. His mouth was still gagged so he couldn't
talk. He began to struggle and tried to break free as soon
as we entered the room, but he couldn't. He was mine and
there was nothing he could do about it. The mere sight of
his vulnerability put me in heat. He looked so delicious
standing there so helpless against the wall.
"May I make a suggestion?" Mother asked.
I was more than willing to accept. I head various bits and
pieces of information about the best way to rape a man,
mostly from Katie, but figured Mother would give me
more valuable suggestions. "What do you have in mind?"
I wanted to know.
"I would suggest a little game," She offered. "I used to
play it quite a lot with my first sex slave, and still play it
once in a while with my older ones. It's an excellent
game to play with young sex slaves because they tend to
come too quickly. It draws out the game further so you
can have a few more minutes of fun."
I smiled at her, expressing my interest.
"Hear that barking?" She asked me.
It was Sam, our dog. He was outside barking and trying
to get in. He always barked at night, wanting to get inside
the house where it was warm. "Yes, I hear him," I said,
thinking she was changing the subject and wanted me to
let him in. I didn't know what she was getting at.
"Now, see your slave's cock?"
I looked across the room and starred at it. I was confused
about what Sam's barking had to do with my slave's cock,
but happily looked at it anyway. It seemed to already be
growing and starting to become erect. "Oh yes!" I
answered with intense interest, suddenly forgetting about
Sam. "I can see it all right. It looks excellent."
"Yes, it does," Mother agreed. "The way the game is
played is for you to stroke on his cock each time Sam
barks." I gasped. My sex slave moaned at the same time.
I liked the game right away. It made me excited just
talking about it. I felt it make my slave excited too. That
was good, because it would help me get what I wanted; an
erection.
"Each time Sam barks," Mother explained. "You take a
gentle stroke along the entire length of his totem pole, and
then come back down again. At first you won't have
much to work with, but after a while you will slowly make
him hard. You continue stroking him each time Sam
barks. It's best to start out slow-if you can manage it-but
you might have to speed it up if Sam really starts to bark.
You don't want to fall behind."
"Of course not," I agreed. In the background, I could hear
Sam barking. I think he was mad at something or was
maybe chasing a squirrel around the yard. I pictured
myself stroking my slave's shaft each time in turn
Mother continued some more. "As with any game, there
has to be an object to the game. You have to have a
winner and a looser. He wins if he can hold out on you.
You win, if you haven't guessed it already, when you
push him over the edge. The object of the game for you is
to force his cock to ejaculate."
"You mean squirt?" I interrupted, remembering Katie's
slave.
"Yes, squirt, or erupt, or blow his load, or whatever you
want to call it," Mother agreed. "Whatever term you want
to use. The object of the game for him is to hold out,
while the object of the game for you is to force his wiener
to squirt out his juices."
I was still looking at his cock. I had been starring at it for
the last five minutes, or at least the entire time it took
Mother to explained the rules. It still looked incredible. I
pictured his Cock going through the game as she
described it. First, It would become hard. Later, I would
make it wet and slimy. Lastly, I would push it over the
edge. I wondered how long the game would take.
"That's about it," Mother concluded. "The rules are pretty
simple if you want to play."
"Interesting game," I said in reply, wondering what a wet
and slimy Cock would feel like in my hand. "It sounds
like fun, but you left out one thing. What's the time
limit?"
"Time limit?" She asked back. "I'm not sure what you
mean?"
"A time limit!" I said again. I thought it was obvious and
didn't know why she was confused. "You know, there
has to be an expiration clock. If I can't make his Cock
squirt before time expires, then he wins."
"Oh yes!" Mother finally understood. "You mean a time
limit!"
"Yes," I answered, finally getting through to her.
Mother thought about it a long moment before answering.
I didn't understand what was so complicated about the
answer.
"Actually," Mother answered slowly. "Actually, there is
no clock."
I was still confused. I still hadn't gotten through to her.
"That's impossible," I concluded. "There has to be a
clock. If there's no time limit, then there's no way he can
win."
As soon as I said it, I understood. It wasn't Mother who
was confused, it was me! She smiled back at me, silently
indicating we had merged onto the same road.
"I think I'm going to like this game," I concluded as I
looked down on his cock. Sam barked in the distance.
"You better get started," Mother suggested.
A agreed. I walked over to him and went down to my
knees. His cock was suddenly much closer. I liked that. I
wanted to get a close up view of it while I stroked. Sam
again barked in the distance.
"That's three already," Mother said.
I reached out my hand and touched it. I thought about
holding back and savoring the moment, but I couldn't stop
myself. I wanted to stroke on it too badly. I was
desperate to have his cock.
The slave let out a loud moan as I wrapped my fingers
around. His member was definitely larger than what it
was a few minutes before. Instead of hanging straight
down and looking limp, it now hung down at an angle and
seemed slightly wider. It was soft and delicate between
my fingers. Sam barked a fourth time.
"It's going to be so much fun to stroke on your Meat," I
told him. I think those were the first words I addressed to
him directly. A second later I let my hand travel up and
then back down the length of his small pecker. I began
stroking on his small cock.
I stroked up the entire length of his soft rod, which wasn't
very far. I pulled it straight out of his body as I did so.
Then I pushed it in again and went back to the starting
point. I suddenly realized that I had stroked my first shaft.
"It feels great," I told Mother. "I think I'm going to really
like him."
I wondered how much Mother had paid for him, but then
decided it didn't matter. No matter what the price, I was
going to stroke his salami until it squirted for me. I started
again and gave him a second stroke. I desperately wanted
to make it squirt.
I stroked on him a third time and then a fourth. It didn't
take me long to catch up with Sam.
When I was done, his member was sticking straight out of
his body. It was definitely bigger than it was back on the
wagon. I had always worried I might not do it right the
first time, but the Slave clearly told me otherwise. I was
successfully turning his limp cock into a hard erection.
"Oh my God!" Mother said in surprise as I took my hand
away and waited for Sam to bark some more. I wish I
could have kept stroking it, but I wanted to obey the rules
of the game.
"What is it?" I asked Mother, wondering what she saw.
She stood a few feet away, looking at him from the side.
She seemed very surprised at something.
"Do you see how long it is?" She asked back. "Oh my
God!" She said with even more surprise.
I turned my head to the side so I could get a better view.
His shaft was a little big longer than a few seconds before,
but not noticeably so. It looked about the same size as the
cock on Katie's slave.
"It must be an eight incher!" Mother said in amazement.
"It seems I've gotten a much better deal than I realized."
Sam barked again, this time three times in a row. That's
more like it, I thought to myself. I quickly grabbed his
cock and gave it three rapid strokes.
Almost as soon as I finished, Sam barked some more.
Again, he did it three times in a row, so again I could give
the slave's shaft three quick strokes. I could hear both
Mother and the slave moaning in the background. I didn't
understand why mother sounded so excited. I could
clearly feel that his cock was only about six inches long.
Sam barked three times again. And then he barked even
more. He seemed to be in a groove. He kept barking in
groups of three. I made sure I stroked the pecker in front
of me every time in sequence, not wanting to miss a single
bark. I obediently obeyed the rules of the game. And as I
stroked, I could clearly feel his pecker getting harder and
harder. I was becoming very impressed and a little
surprised. I didn't realize that a dick could become quite
so hard. At first I noticed it only became longer. Later, I
realized it was getting harder too. It was turning from a
pillow into a rock.
I briefly let go of his pole as Sam stopped barking, but
then he started right back up again. I again had to grab the
big pecker in front of me.
"Oh my God!" Mother said during the brief pause. She
seemed to really like it when I let go. I suppose it was
because my hand covered up his cock when I stroked. As
soon as I let go, she was able to see it's bare skin. She
therefore became excited.
At first Sam went just as before. He barked in two groups
of three and I stroked up the length of his shaft each time,
trying to stroke it slow just like mother had once told me.
A minute later, however, Sam began barking like crazy. I
think he must have found a squirrel or something on the
front lawn. I found myself falling behind and had to catch
up. Sam was barking like a rabid dog, and it was too fast
to stroke slow. I had to stroke almost as fast as my hand
would go.
As soon as he started, Sam stopped again. He must have
gave up on whatever he was chasing. At the same time, I
let go and took a look at what I had been pumping on so
quickly. His shaft stood straight out for a second, but then
I saw it quickly moving up. It was the most incredible
sight I had ever seen. I never knew a cock could become
erect so fast. I never knew it could move fast enough for
me to see it grow. I knew then that I had found an
exceptional cock.
-- Him --
I couldn't help but become hard. The sight of the two
beautiful, topless women started the excitement. The
description of the simple barking game increased it
further. And the feeling of the Daughter's inexperienced
hands stroking up and down the length of my shaft only
added coals to the fire. I couldn't help but become hard.
They didn't have to force me. I gave them a natural
erection.
"He stopped," The Daughter complained. "Sam stopped
barking for me."
"Oh my God!" The Mother said in reply. "That's the
biggest pecker I have ever seen!"
I was glad she was impressed, but also fearful. I knew my
Cock was longer and a little wider than normal, and I was
afraid it might tempt her to do something hurtful.
"It looks terrific," The Daughter named Debbie agreed. "I
think I've given my slave a full hard-on, and I want to feel
it again."
"So do I!" Her Mother agreed.
"But what about Sam?" the Daughter asked again. "When
do I get to keep stroking?"
"In a minute," The Mother answered in a heavy breath.
She seemed to be coming back to her senses, but not
completely. "In a minute, but not now. That's the beauty
of the game. You never know when it's going to
continue, and therefore you don't know when it will end.
The pumping is beyond your control. Sam may stay quite
for the next ten minutes, or he could start barking at any
time. You never know."
"But I really want it!" Debbie protested. "I want to make
it squirt."
The Mother smiled. "I want you to make it squirt too. In
fact, I wouldn't mind making it ejaculate myself, but just
be patient. He will come."
She smiled directly at me as she said it. I understood
exactly what she meant-especially her last three words.
Up until now, Debbie had been stroking on a dry cock. I
could feel my pre-cum building up and knew it would leak
out on the Dog's next bark.
-- Her --
I waited for what seemed like an hour, but what was
probably no more than three or four minutes. I
desperately wanted to stroke on his hard-on some more. I
could have, since he was, after all, completely helpless
before me. But I listened to my Mother's words anyway.
I obediently obeyed the rules of the game. I trusted in her
judgment.
"I think it's about a nine incher," Mother said, sounding
impressed.
I looked at it and was impressed too, but I think she was
exaggerating. I really didn't care how long it was. This
was my first Cock, and I was willing to settle for anything.
"No," Mother instructed. "Look at it from the side."
I decided to try it. I leaned over to the side.
Almost immediately I realized it was big. His erection
stood upright and pushed out of his body at an angle. It
looked a lot bigger from the side, clearly a lot bigger than
Katie's slave. Mother was right. It was about nine inches
long. He was, as the girls in school liked to say, he was
well equipped.
"Do you know what this means?" Mother asked.
"Yes!" I answered in a giggle. "It means I will have a lot
of pleasure. He will be able to push a long ways inside
when I have him fuck me." I thought I knew what Mother
meant.
"That too," Mother agreed with a deep breath. "But I was
thinking along another line. Slaves with long peckers sell
at much higher prices. They say every inch above 6 will
double a man's price. They must not have known how big
this one was before they sold him to me."
"I guess so," I said, not really caring about the financial
aspects of his cock. All I wanted was for Sam to begin
barking again. I desperately wanted to see if his cock was
any harder now then it was before.
"And if they didn't know about his meat," Mother
continued. "They never tried him out."
I thought about it for a second, and then realized what she
meant.
"This is incredible!" Mother said in amazement. "I don't
believe it, but I think you have a virgin slave. You have a
nine inch virgin dick."
Sam did it again. He let go with three rapid barks, and
then with three more. I didn't do anything for a moment.
Her words still echoed in my ears.
For a brief moment, I thought it was my imagination. I
thought I had only heard Sam barking in my mind, but
then I realized it was real.
I took hold of his hard shaft again. This time it felt even
bigger than before. I don't know if it really was bigger, or
if it just felt that way because I had been away for so long.
In any case, I squeezed it tight. I noticed it was definitely
a lot harder than before.
Sam barked three more times. I was already behind my
nine now. I quickly started up again.
The first stroke bought wetness. The second bought even
more. I immediately knew what it was, and I immediately
wanted some more. My sex slave was producing pre-cum
out of the hole in the tip of his cock.
"Oh God!" I yelled out. "He's creaming for me!"
I remembered back to Katie's sex slave and the way his
cock glistened in its own wetness. I knew my sex slave
would produce pre-cum too, but I didn't expect it so soon.
I stroked three more times, and I felt him cumming even
more. He had a lot of pre-cum. I didn't expect him to
have so much jizz.
"He's giving me head!" I cried out. "I didn't expect him
so soon!"
By the time the ninth stroke was over, I had his rod
thoroughly coated in its own juices. I now knew what
girls meant when they used the nickname "greased
flagpole." It really did resemble a greased flagpole.
-- Him --
Like the erection, I couldn't help but cream for her. I tried
to hold out or at least not output so much jizz, but I
couldn't help it. I had been together with other men for
the past two months. It therefore had been a long time
since I had any form of sex, even by my own hand. I had
a lot of juice stored up inside me. When the young,
inexperienced fingers of the Daughter touched me, I
couldn't help but release it.
"This is even better than I imagined," Debbie spoke to her
Mother in amazement. "He just keeps giving me head.
His Cock just keeps cumming and cumming all the time.
I don't think it's ever going to stop."
And I didn't stop. Neither did Sam and neither did
Debbie. The dog kept barking and Debbie kept pumping.
She kept pumping up the length of my erection.
"This is incredible!" The Mother spoke out. "I think it
really is a virgin cock. You are stroking on a raw,
uncooked length of salami."
"I think it is too," The Daughter agreed. "It feels like it's
over-ripe. That's why it's so juicy inside."
Their words made me excited. The older one compared
my Cock to a piece of meat while the younger compared it
to an over-ripe piece of fruit. I liked it. Debbie was
rapidly bringing me closer and closer to an ejaculation.
-- Her --
It was difficult to stop. His shaft felt a lot better when
it was wet. It made me want to stroke him even more. But
I stopped anyway. When Sam stopped barking, I stopped
stroking too. I let go and admired it.
"It's beautiful," I said. "It looks even better when it's
wet and slimy."
"Yes it is!" Mother agreed. "Sometimes a virgin needs a
little extra help, but this one is giving good head."
I stopped to think why it was wet and shiny. It was
preparing itself for me, I realized. The Cock of my sex
slave was lubricating itself so it would have an easier time
entering me. I suddenly wanted to feel it between my
legs. I desperately wanted to fuck myself with it.
"Mother," I shyly said. "I know you told me to be patient,
but I'm starting to feel things I've never felt before."
I took my eyes off his shaft for a second and looked over
to Mother. She looked even more aroused than I was.
She was breathing heavy and looking directly at the Cock
of my sex slave. I could tell that she felt the same way.
"Mother?" I went on.
"Yes," She answered in a whisper.
I repeated myself. "I know you told me to be patient, but
it's really making me excited. I want to do things to his
cock that I've never wanted to do before."
Mother still breathed in heavy breaths. "What do you
want to do with it?" She asked, sounding as though she
was in a dream.
I hesitated before answering. I didn't know if I should
come directly out and say it or not. I didn't want to
disappoint her. "I have this incredible urge to be fucked,"
I decided to use the direct approach. "And I don't mean
that as a joke like before. I really want to be fucked. I
have this incredible urge to know what his big salami will
feel like inside me."
Mother let out a moan. "So do I," She agreed. "I've seen
big Cocks before but have never been fucked by one. He
would feel great inside me."
I felt relieved that I wasn't alone, but also a little
worried about Mother's answer. I know it was her money
that purchased him, but his Cock was still my present.
I wasn't about to give him up.
Just then, Sam barked. He barked five times in a row.
I quickly reached up and grabbed his wet erection. I
pumped his Cock again and immediately felt even more
cum than before. At first I thought it was just my
imagination, but then I noticed it flowing out of the tip.
His Cock really was cumming like crazy.
Sam barked a few more times, so I continued stroking. I
could hear that Sam was closer now because he was
barking louder. It sounded like he was just outside the
front door.
Then I realized why he was barking. Sam wanted to come
in. He always wanted to come in after dinner. The longer
we waited, the more he barked. The idea intrigued me.
Mother was more sneaky than I thought. Sam would bark
more and more as the evening went on. Eventually, he
would bark one too many times. In the end, I would win.
-- Him --
Her words worried me. I realized I was making her horny.
I wondered what she meant when she said she wanted to
do things to my cock that she never wanted to do before.
It sounded as though she was capable of thinking up all
sorts of things.
-- Her --
Sam barked for a good five minutes. Most of the time I
was able to simply keep stroking on his Cock again and
again. I only had to stop three times, and Sam only made
me wait for a few seconds. It was great.
The whole time, I kept getting strange feelings in my
body. I kept wanting to do things to his cock that I never
wanted to do before. The greatest urge was to insert it
between my legs. I fantasized myself taking off my
panties and spreading my legs open in front of him. Then
I would take his long and hard Cock and force it into my
pussy. I imagined my pussy stroking it instead of my
hands.
I also had an urge to taste it. I felt myself wanting to bend
over and lick it. I wanted to know what pre-cum tasted
like. After that, I wanted to take his Cock and put it in my
mouth. Katie had called it a blow job. She said she like
to take her slave's cock into her mouth and suck on it.
She said she could suck the juices right out. I wanted to
see if I could suck out his cum too. I felt this incredible
urge to stroke on his hard-on with my lips.
I couldn't believe the thoughts going through my mind. A
year before I would have thought them disgusting, but
now I found them arousing. I think I was beginning to
understand why men were born as sex slaves.
Sam stopped and so did I. I didn't want to, but I obeyed
the rules of the game anyway. I took my hand off his
Hard-On and admired it.
"This is much better than I expected," I told Mother.
"It's much better than I expected too," She answered.
I noticed she was admiring it too. I remembered what she
said about fucking him a few minutes before.
"I'll let you use him too," I offer cautiously. "But not
tonight and not for the next week or two. Maybe after a
few days I could maybe loan him to you."
I took my eyes off his Cock and carefully looked at her
face as I said it. I wanted to know her reaction.
"That would be incredible," She said in a long breath.
"I've never had such a high caliber Cock before."
"But not tonight," I emphasized again. "And not for about
a week to two either. His Cock is going to be sore enough
just from me. I don't want you to damage my property."
"Of course!" Mother answered, seeming to come out of
her trance. "He's your sex slave and his Cock is yours to
use and abuse however you want. I would never touch
him without your permission."
I was glad. I realized my worries were for nothing.
"But if you're willing," She continued. "I would really
like him to give me a body massage. I bet a man with
such a high caliber Cock really gives good body
massages."
I thought about it and agreed. I brought my hands up to
my tits and fantasized they were the hands of my slave
instead. "Yes!" I agreed. "That would be great."
I noticed him looking at me as I felt my own tits. I
wondered if he wanted to feel them as much as I wanted
him to.
I looked at the Mother and pictured myself massaging her.
I knew exactly what she meant when she said a full body
massage. I fantasized myself starting with her back and
shoulders, and then moving down to her ass. I fantasized
what her buns would feel like in my hands.
But I wouldn't stay on her ass for long. Quickly, I would
proceed to her front and massage the rest of her gorgeous
body. I wondered what it would feel like to have her two
large melons in my hands. They looked big enough to
carry a gallon of milk each. I desperately wanted to feel
them between my fingers. I wanted to breast feed on her
boobs.
Then I saw the daughter. I watched as she bought up her
hands and placed them on her own melons. Her tits were
only one-third the size of her mothers, but her hands made
them look even sexier. She too knew what her Mother
was talking about too.
-- Him --
The dog kept barking and she kept stroking. I knew I
couldn't take it much longer. My cock was almost
dripping in its own juices. I could hear my own pre-cum
oozing and squeezing between her fingers. I surprised
even myself. I think it was because I hadn't done it for
so long. I had spent so many weeks in captivity. I had
accumulated, and when Debbie stroked my cock it simply
let go. I think I was completely cummed out.
It seemed like the dog was barking more and more as time
went by. Every five minutes it let out a spasm, and each
time they seemed to last longer. It was hard to tell,
however, because I was so horny. The dog could have
slowed down and I may have never noticed.
The last spasm of barks was the worse. I think my cock
had gone slightly limp during the wait and Debbie's first
few strokes were not on a full hard-on. That quickly
changed, however, and after about five strokes my cock
was back to its more normal erected status. She then must
have pumped it at least thirty more times. She had almost
won the game. I felt myself going over the edge towards
the end, but then suddenly the dog stopped. I think
another dozen-or-so would have done it. I was thankful
that the dog finally stopped.
The problem, however, was that it wasn't over. In a few
minutes or maybe in only a few more seconds, the dog
was going to start up again. So would Debbie's pumping
action. And worse of all, there was nothing I could do
about it. I didn't think I could hold out for one more
series of barks.
"I think you almost had him," The Mother said. "I think
you almost won!"
Debbie smiled at me. "I could feel it too," She looked up
into my eyes. "His meat was extra hard there right at the
end."
-- Her --
My sex slave was great. His cock was incredibly wet and
his shaft was extremely well lubricated. It had so much
pre-cum it was starting to drip off. I distinctly noticed
three drops fall to the floor. I didn't like the dripping
at first because the three drops of cum were drops I
otherwise could have used. I then thought it exciting
knowing how much pre-cum his cock held.
I think Mother was right. I wasn't sure if it was my
imagination or not, but I think his Meat really did feel a
little extra hard at the end. I'm not sure what a cock is
suppose to feel like before it squirts-since I had never
stroked one off before-but it seemed to push upward with
more stiffness at the end. I think I really did almost win.
I wanted Sam to start barking some more so I could finish
him off. I really wanted to win the game. In fact, the
more I pumped him, the more I wanted to win. I wanted
to make his Meat squirt for me-or ejaculate as Mother
called it. I kept fantasizing it squirting for me as I
looked at it from only a few inches away.
I fantasized about it doing other things for me too. In the
next few weeks I would play all sorts of games with his
cock. Mother said her slaves take 72 hours to reload, but
I was going to make sure this one did not. I would try to
make his cock ejaculate for me as often as possible. I
figured I could do him once after every meal.
I already knew what I wanted for breakfast. His shaft
looked just about the right size to fit between my lips. I
desperately wanted to know what it tasted like. I would
start my stroking it with my lips. I imagined myself
taking his long pecker in and out of my mouth, using my
lips to essentially substitute for my hand. Later, I would
try sucking on it. I imagined myself taking a deep breath
and then sucking on it with all my might. I wondered if I
might even be able to make it squirt into my mouth. It
seemed logical. If my lips substituted for my fingers, then
I could make his pecker squirt for me in the same way. I
could make him squirt directly into my mouth.
But for now, I didn't want to. I first wanted to see it
squirt, and I wouldn't be able to see it if it was in my
mouth.
-- Him --
The dog started barking some more. This time she didn't
hesitate. Debbie immediately grabbed my cock and
started pumping on me. I knew I didn't have much longer
to go.
-- Her --
He again gave me head. I noticed every time I started up
again after a pause, he always gave me head. A few more
drops fell to the floor. I loved it.
"There he goes again," Mother said from above me. "I
guess he's still not cummed out."
I agreed. I had never heard the term, `cummed out,' but
felt it was fitting. I wanted to cum him out before I
finished with him.
Sam started out with four groups of barks. I could tell
he was getting angry with us for leaving him outside. He
wanted to come back in.
This time, my slave's Meat did not start out limp. It
began as a full hard-on. I figured a full hard-on was a
good sign because it meant he was getting closer, but at
the same time I was disappointed. I had kind-of enjoyed
it the last time when it elongated in my hand.
-- Him --
I felt myself getting closer. I tried to fight the straps
around my ankles and wrists in an attempt to break free. I
tried to wiggle myself to get loose. But Debbie had me.
Her hand encompassed my shaft no matter what I did.
The dog barked again and again. I was incredibly horny,
and my Cock was as hard as it could get. In a way I
wanted Sam to continue, but in another way I wanted him
to stop. The knowledge that I was about to ejaculate for a
virgin made me excited, but the fact that I had no other
choice wanted her to stop. I enjoyed the sex, but didn't
like the fact I was being sexually molested against my
will.
-- Her --
Sam was barking a lot. My original suspicions were
correct. The longer I left him outside, the more he barked.
And the more he barked, the more I could stroke the cock
in front of me. It was fun.
I knew he was getting closer, but I didn't know by how
much. Katie had only stroked on her sex slave for about
ten minutes before he squirted. I know I had stroked on
mine much longer than that. I figured about a half-hour.
The only difference was that I did not stroke continuously.
I kept pausing as Sam stopped barking. Mother said the
pauses would make his cock last longer, but I didn't know
by how much.
-- Him --
I was getting worried. The dog simply kept on barking
again and again. I wondered if he was ever going to stop.
I even lost track of how many times he barked.
I looked to the side and saw the Mother. I couldn't see the
Daughter's body because she was kneeling just in front of
me, but I could see the Mother just fine. She was still
topless. Her big melons still swelled out of her chest.
The moment after I saw them, I knew it was a mistake.
Her boobs were too much for me. Her tits were too sexy.
They quickly sent spasms through my body as I looked.
She seemed to know it. The Mother looked back at me
and smiled. She liked the sight of my helpless cock, and
seemed to enjoy using her tits to make me excited.
The Dog began barking once again. This time, I knew I
couldn't hold out. It wasn't a suspicion like last time.
This time I knew for certain.
Debbie began stroking. The lapse in barking had not been
long enough to soften me at all. My boner was still rock
hard.
-- Her --
Suddenly, he did it. His cock was rock hard and I felt
a small movement on its underside. A second later it
squirted. A great big glob of white cream came shooting
out of the tip.
I quickly took my hand away and watched. The first
squirt came while I was still stroking. It was great. The
second was even better because I could watch the whole
thing. First, his cock throbbed. His meat moved and
throbbed between his legs. It was as though spasms were
traveling down its length. At the same time, I heard him
moan. At first I thought it was Mother, but then I realized
it was the slave himself. It sounded like he was trying to
hold back. He didn't want to squirt, but there was nothing
he could do to stop himself. I was in control of his cock.
A second later it happened. A second glob of sperm came
squirting out. It shot out of the hole in the tip of his
cock. It was great. I watched the whole thing.
A few seconds later, it squirted a third time. His meat
throbbed again and ejaculated once more. The third
squirt, however, wasn't much. I could tell he was running
out of juice. His white sperm just barely made it out of
his cock-hole, and then fell back down along the length of
his shaft. But I didn't mind. All three looked great,
although the second one was the best because I could
watch his entire shaft vibrate.
It was then when I noticed something wet on my chest. I
looked down to see the reason why. The white spunk that
came out of his cock had landed on my boob. I could see
a big chunk of his sperm sitting near my nipple. A second
one was in my cleavage. I figured the bigger chunk was
his first squirt and the smaller one was the second. Seeing
his sperm on my chest made me excited. I was surprised I
hadn't felt it hit. I suppose I was too entranced by his
ejaculating cock to notice it.
Then I became even more excited. I looked down and
saw the first, bigger glob of sperm moving. It was slowly
flowing down my boob. It was headed for the floor, but
blocking its path was my nipple.
I closed my eyes and held my breath as it flowed across.
The warm wetness of his sperm against my nipples felt
great. I wanted to feel some more.
I realized I was already thinking about the next time,
and it had had only been a few seconds after the first.
Indeed, his shaft was going to be quite sore by the time
I finished with it.
He was my greatest birthday present ever...