Nicol Gets An Education

This is kind of embarrassing for me. You know all those dirty
stories on the internet? All those male fantasies about what guys
imagine doing to girls, or having girls do to them? I know that
most women, let's say 99.9% of the women out there don't like
them. A lot of women are even offended by them. A lot of women
like dirty stories, I guess. Just not the same kind that guys
like.

I'm different. I read them all. I think about them all the time.
I love them! I needed to say that up front so you will understand
what happened to me.

I just turned 19. I graduated from high school last year and I
have several jobs. I work as a waitress at a restaurant in the
evening four or five nights a week. It depends on how often they
need me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess I should tell you something about myself. As I said, I
just turned 19. I was living with my mother until a couple of
months ago when I finally got my own small apartment. Well, it
would have to get bigger to be small, it's tiny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Besides reading the stories I would sometimes look for men in
chat rooms with similar tastes. I was often tempted to meet them.
The idea of putting myself in some guys hands to be violated and
abused was such a huge turn on. I really thought that it would be
exciting to experience some of the things that I read about.

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

When I finally got to the last page of the book I turned off my
vibrator and looked at myself. My thighs and the bedspread under
me were soaking wet. My pussy was actually sore from an hour of
violent masturbation. I remade my bed and put the books in my
nightstand and took a shower and started getting ready for work.
I had a salad and leafed through the book again. I was saving the
second one for tomorrow. I was getting turned on again and I
decided I had best do something to take my mind off of it before
I went to work.

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

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

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

Just like with the first book, I read it cover to cover in about
an hour. And I had one wonderful orgasm after another. I almost
called in sick at my house cleaning job. I wanted to read both
books again. But my pussy was getting sore and my wrist was
getting tired and my stomach was even getting sore from all of
the muscle contractions when I came. Besides, if I wanted to keep
from moving back in with my mother I was going to have to keep
the money coming in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you enjoy them?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to say no. I didn't want someone, especially someone who
knew me, knowing what a pervert I was. But that was, after all,
why I was here. I nodded again.

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

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

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

"No, not Mr. Ford! Call me master!"

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

He dropped his hand and waited for me to decide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Quite a few," he said, "and quite a few more that never admit it
and go through their lives making everyone around them miserable
because of it."

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

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

But I did. I slowly pulled my top up over my head and hung it up.
My slacks were next and then my bra and panties. I felt silly
with socks and sneakers on so I took them off too. "Now, all I
have to do is follow him to the kitchen," I thought. I knew that
as soon as I did, I was his. I could dress and leave now and it
would be over. Or I could walk in there and give myself to my new
Master and experience the things that had filled my dreams and my
masturbatory fantasies for years. Do you know what made up my
mind? Tom Phillips! I thought of the night that he raped me and I
followed my new Master to the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you are willing to serve as my slave, my total slave, my sex
slave, until you finish your education, I am willing to pay your
expenses. I will provide you with tuition, books, clothing, that
will be clothing of my choosing, an allowance, meals and a place
to live. In return, you will belong to me completely and you will
agree to only one thing. You must agree to never, ever say no to
anything I tell you to do. We both know what this is about. We
both know what turns us on. So you know some of the things that
will be expected of you. Would you like some time to think about
it? If you like you may go up and pick out a few more books and
take them home and think it over. Or, you can just decide now. I
suspect that you already know what you want to do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it was Saturday morning and I was parking once more at the
curb in front of Mr. Ford's house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was starting to get frustrated. I had fully expected that as
soon as I surrendered to him this morning I would be ravished
like some poor heroine in a Harlequin novel. I was excited about
being naked in front of this older, attractive, dominant man who
seemed to share my desire to explore the seamier side of our
sexuality. I realized he was toying with me, and I suppose I
should have appreciated that. Unfortunately, I had been reading
his little Greenleaf novels for days now and I wanted nothing
more than to be fucked long and hard. I wanted to scream it out
loud, but then, I suppose that was obvious and just the thing he
was looking for in a slave.

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

I asked him where I should put my things and he designated a
spare bedroom next to the room he was using for his office. I
opened the front door and started for my car, looking around as I
went to see who was outside. I had lived two houses down from
here for my entire life. I knew, at least to say hi to, everyone
on this small, quiet street. It was Saturday morning and people
were coming out to do their yard work. I tried not to meet their
stares of disbelief as I made a dozen trips back and forth with
my things. I knew my mom was going to hear about this. I wondered
what she would have to say about it.

When I was down to my last three boxes the Clifford brothers came
out to watch, closely. They were, if I remember correctly, 15 and
16 now. They had always been a pain in the butt. I had caught
them peeking in my window once, trying to watch me undress. Now
they were getting to see almost everything and there was nothing
I could do about it. I was carrying a heavy box in both hands and
every step I took exposed one of my breasts. I could only take
comfort in the fact that there was every chance that their
bulging eyes were going to fall right out of their sockets.

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

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

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

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

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

I was unable to look Jeff in the eye as I adjusted my position. I
rested my head on one of the towels and my ass on the other and,
vibrator in hand I started reading. Knowing that he was watching
made it so humiliating that I had my first of the many orgasms I
would have that morning almost instantly. I thought he was
ignoring me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye as I
read and he would glance at me from time to time, but mostly he
was working on his computer. I didn't find out until later that
he had his web cam pointed at me and he broadcasting my actions
to a couple friends of his and chatting with them while I
masturbated. I also didn't find out until later that he wasn't
working out of his office at home. Well, at least not working to
make money. He had a political blog that he worked on for a while
every morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Master," I said. I wanted to call him that. It excited me. I
tried to push the image of his beautiful cock to the back of my
mind as I went out into the hallway and went into his bedroom. I
made his bed and collected a few items of dirty clothing. I
gathered up the laundry and sorted it and began washing. I had,
at Master's direction, not come in and cleaned last Wednesday. He
didn't want to see me until I showed up ready to move in. So I
vacuumed and dusted and mopped and cleaned the bathrooms and all
of the time I was incredibly conscious of being stark naked and I
thought of nothing so much as what it was going to be like when
at last he entered my pussy with that powerful organ and finally
possessed me.

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

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

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

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

Jeff said that he didn't use chemicals in his pool so I didn't
have to worry about my blonde hair turning green from chlorine.
So I forgot about my hair and started swimming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He watched my every reaction as I panted, gasped and moaned while
my pussy stretched more than it had ever been stretched before to
accommodate Jeff's magnificent manhood. I found myself calling
out, just like those silly women in those nasty stories as he
filled me completely. "Yes, oh god yes! Fuck me Master! Jesus
that feels so fucking wonderful! Oh god, I love it! Fuck!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I obeyed instantly. Then I listened in disbelief as Jeff asked
the boys, Terry was the 16 year old and Tim was the 15 year old,
if they would mind putting the sun block on my body. I don't
suppose I need to repeat their comments. He cautioned them to put
it on thickly. He didn't want me to get burned.

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

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

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

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

I squealed out an unintelligible protest, which only made Jeff
smile. Then I was kneeling on a cushion as Jeff and Tim watched
me lick Terry's hard, drooling cock. As soon as my tongue touched
him his knees sagged and he groaned loudly. In less than a minute
he was shuddering and grasping at my head, not so much to guide
me as to keep from falling to the ground. He had a surprisingly
large volume of cum for such a young guy. Well, he was my first
16 year old since I was 16, but it seemed like a lot to me. What
was really surprising though was the taste. There was almost no
taste at all. It wasn't bitter or bleachy or anything! Just a
large mouthful of hot slime sliding down my throat.

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

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

I didn't like being called that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing happened for a while after that, and the suspense was
killing me! The suspense ended suddenly when I felt something
strike my breast and I thought I was going to die. I had never
felt anything that hurt so bad in my life. I had only been struck
one other time in my life. That was when Tom raped me. He had
spanked me with his belt and I had thought that nothing could
ever be worse than that. I was wrong. I screamed at the sudden
pain, then struggled to catch my breath. Nothing more happened
for a few seconds and then I was struck again on my other breast.
The pain was made worse, I think, because I couldn't see or hear
when I was about to be struck. The first indication was just the
white hot pain in my breast as he struck my tender flesh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They finally unfastened the remaining cuffs and at last I was
free to move. I was stiff and sore, but I finally managed to
struggle to my feet. Jeff sent me into the bathroom to take a
shower and invited his guests to join me. His shower is hand made
and huge so there was plenty of room for the three of us. They
washed me and I washed them and I had hands all over me the
entire time. And they never said a word to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I found my shoes and put on a little makeup and fixed my hair.
When we got downstairs we went outside and there was a stretch
limo at the curb with the driver already outside and holding the
door for us!

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

The last one in was Jeff and he told the driver where we wanted
to go. Then he climbed into the back with us and watched as Hub,
the black guy, and Cab, the white guy, pulled my little slip off
and lightly tortured my breasts. They were kind of rough, but I
was having fun.

The car came to a stop on a dark street. We piled out and Hub
handed me my slip to put back on. I looked around and didn't
recognize a thing. There was no one on the street, it was
completely deserted except for us. And all of the buildings were
dark. I saw no sign of a restaurant or club anywhere. Hub told
the chauffer to take off, we would call him when we were ready.
Then I was guided up the steps in front of me and Jeff knocked on
the door.

At first nothing happened and then the door opened wide and a
distinguished looking man in a tuxedo said, "Mr. Ford! So good to
see you sir, it has been so long. Welcome. Please, come in
gentlemen." I guess he thought I was one of the guys!

There wasn't a sound coming from inside and it was very dark. I
had never been to a restaurant like this before! We went inside
and as soon as the outer door closed the low lights in the foyer
came on. Cool!

I looked around and everything was dark wood and dark velvet.
Very plush, very tasteful, very expensive. The man in the tuxedo
snapped his fingers and a woman suddenly appeared. A very
beautiful, completely naked young woman. Nope, this isn't
McDonalds!

While tuxedo was telling naked woman where to seat us, Jeff was
pulling my slip off and handing it to another naked woman who had
come out of nowhere. A few minutes ago I would have bet you
everything I owned that there wasn't a place like this in town.
Of course, I still didn't know what kind of place this was. But I
know a naked lady when I see one.

We were led through the building to a large booth. We sat and I
was once more between Hub and Cab. (I found out later that Hub's
real name is Hubert and he hates it, and Cab's real name is
Calvin, but if you call him that he'll deck you. I don't know the
entire joke about how he got the name Cab. Something about if you
call him Calvin he will beat you so badly they'll have to put you
into a cab to get you home)

We could see lots of other booths around the large, dark room,
but the booths were spaced and arranged so that no one could see
into anyone else's booth. I caught glimpses of people coming and
going, and I noticed that all of the women I saw, whether they
were customers or they worked there, were naked. Well, at least
it wasn't just me!

There was a small stage against the back wall but it was dark and
empty.

A sommelier appeared with a bottle of wine and offered it to Jeff
for his approval. Once Jeff had tasted it and approved we all got
a glass. I had drunk wine before of course. Even though I was
only 19 I didn't have much trouble getting served. But I noticed
that here they didn't even ask us, they just brought it to the
table. As I said, I have had wine before, and some of it wasn't
half bad. I had never tried expensive wine before. Cab was
telling Jeff that he had just bought a case of what we had just
been served for what I hoped to make a year after I graduated
from college!

I may never buy a bottle of it, but if anyone ever offers me a
glass again I will definitely be their friend. Good stuff!

I thought it was just going to be the wine. Maybe it was a
special or maybe they always ordered it. But no, the entire meal
came that way. There were no menus. Every now and then someone,
always a naked woman, showed up and put food on the table. No one
ever asked us what we wanted or how we wanted it. To be honest, I
didn't know what half the things I was eating were, but they were
all the best foods I have ever eaten. The food was excellent and
the portions were perfect and I never had to make a decision. If
this is what it's like to be rich, I'd like to be it.

Sometime during the meal we ran out of wine and another bottle
magically appeared. When the meal finally ended we were brought a
bottle of a different wine that was also the best wine I ever
had.

When the table was cleared and we were sipping wine and enjoying
some pleasant conversation it suddenly occurred to me that I
wasn't the least bit self conscious about being naked. I guess it
helped that ever woman I saw was also naked.

I started hearing soft music coming from the area of the stage
and a light came on bathing the small stage and illuminating six
beautiful women standing center stage. There was no applause, no
recognition at all for the six naked women. They stood still for
a moment and then they walked off stage and a small spot light
followed them as they made their way through the darkened booths.
They would pause at a booth here and there, but I saw no sign of
anyone saying anything to them. They paused and looked and then
moved on. They came at last to our table and when they paused Cab
stood up and pulled me to my feet. A woman fell in on either side
of me and took my arm and they slowly led me back to the stage.

I had no idea what was going on. I did know that they had to go
to a lot of tables to get a 'volunteer', that seemed worrisome. I
tried to ask the women, quietly of course, since nobody in this
place seemed to speak out loud, what was going on. They just
ignored me.

I was led up on the stage and bathed in light. The women started
touching me, lightly, sensuously. I didn't know what was going
on, but so far so good. I had never been in a sexual situation
with a woman before. I don't know that I was opposed to it, it
had just never come up. It was up now, and to be honest, their
soft hands caressing me felt very nice.

One of the women came up behind me and gently pushed my long
blonde hair aside and started kissing and nibbling on my neck and
my ears, and breathing softly on my skin. For some reason I
started thinking about a porn movie I had watched with an old
boyfriend called "Behind the Green Door". That movie had really
turned me on. Well, the first part had. It had gone from sensuous
to slimy in about six seconds.

But now, here I was in front of an audience being aroused by a
half a dozen beautiful naked women. So far, so good!

After a few minutes of this I was gently pulled backwards and
laid down on a large soft bed which was covered entirely in black
mink. The women continued to touch me and lick me and kiss me and
it was really nice. I was just waiting for the grotesque black
guy to come out and do the jungle thing. But it never happened.

The women kept me constantly aroused, and they gave me several
wonderful climaxes with their fingers and their tongues. All that
I could feel all around me were soft warm feminine bodies, soft
breasts and thighs and buttocks. Soft lips and hands. Everywhere,
everything I touched and everything that touched me was soft and
warm and gentle. Especially the mink. It was, all in all, a very
pleasant evening. I tasted another woman's lips for the first
time. I felt a turgid nipple in my mouth for the first time. And
I tasted another woman's vagina for the first time, and felt the
power that comes from bringing her pleasure. If I had not been
the type of person who tended to enjoy an audience it might have
been different, but I loved every minute of it. I was almost
disappointed when after nearly an hour of constant stimulation I
was returned to my table. No applause, nothing. The audience
never made a sound!

When I sat down, my three male companions acted like I had never
left the table! Oh well, the wine was great, the food was
excellent, the restaurant was strange. All in all it was a
pleasant evening.

When the last of the wine was gone we left. I didn't see anyone
pay. I'm not sure how that works!

I was given my slip at the exit and the limo was waiting outside.
As we rode home everyone was pretty quiet, except they finally
made mention of my floor show. Apparently it had been quite
erotic. I knew it had been, but it was my big debut and I would
liked to have received a little more praise then the off hand
comments I got.

I guess the guys were tired out because nobody was messing with
me beyond removing my slip. Once I was naked they left me alone.

We finally pulled up in front of Jeff's house and the men went
in. I was instructed to wait in the car and tip the chauffer. I
didn't mind. I was still turned on and he was kind of cute. He
got in back with me and I thought we could do this amicably,
since we were both the help. But the guy had quite an attitude
and he was pretty rough. As soon as he climbed into the back of
the car and shut the door he pulled his pants down to his knees
and pulled my face into his lap. I sucked him for several minutes
and then he pushed me off rudely and forced me down over one of
the seats and took me from behind.

He lasted a long time, but even though it was the kind of scene I
enjoy fantasizing about I guess I was worn out because I didn't
really get into it. I tried to act like I was, I suppose that is
part of my job now. But I was glad when it was over and I could
suck his cock clean and go inside.

As soon as he had pulled his pants back up and put himself
together he got out and held the door and helped me out like
gentleman. Jeff had taken my slip inside with him so I had to
walk to the front door naked. It was late, though, and I didn't
seen anyone around.

I stopped in the bathroom and cleaned up, then joined the men
around the pool out back. They were drinking coffee and it
smelled good, but even as tired as I was, if I had a cup of
coffee now I would not be able to sleep worth a damn tonight. So
I settled for a glass of ice water.

The men were good friends and they talked quietly for a long
time. Every once in a while one of them would ask me something,
try to include me in the conversation, but for the most part they
ignored me, which was fine with me. I enjoyed listening to them
banter and I didn't really have anything to contribute to the
conversation.

It was well after midnight when they finally left. Jeff saw them
to the door while I cleaned up the table and put the cups in the
dishwasher and rinsed out the coffee pot. I finished as Jeff came
back into the room and we went to bed. His bed.

One of the things I have never done since I started having sex
almost five years ago, is to sleep with a man. When the sex was
over, one or the other, or both of us, would go home. I didn't
expect to go to sleep that night without being taken one more
time. Especially after that hot show I had starred in. But I did.
And I didn't expect to be comfortable and sleep well while
wrapped in a man's arms and held close to his body. But I did.

I woke up early the next morning and he was still holding me
tight, and I liked it. I felt safe. Even though this was not a
loving relationship, I felt.....I don't know, something. Close?
Protected?

After I woke up I lay still, listening to his deep, steady
breathing and it was very pleasant. I wish I hadn't had to go to
the bathroom so bad. I could have enjoyed laying there in his
arms a lot longer.

I gently slipped out of bed without disturbing Jeff and went to
the bathroom. Then I went to the kitchen and made coffee and made
toast and bacon and put them in the oven to keep warm until Jeff
got up.

When Jeff came down I asked him how he wanted his eggs and when
they were ready we ate by the pool. Jeff told me that I would be
mowing his lawn today. "No biggie," I thought, it is a very small
lawn. He also informed me that Hub would be picking me up this
evening and I would be helping him out with a small party that he
was hosting. I wasn't sure what kind of help he had in mind, and
Jeff didn't explain.

After I had cleaned up after breakfast Jeff took me upstairs and
told me to get my sneakers and put them on. I dug them out of my
belongings and put them on, then went down the hall to Jeff's
room. He handed me a tiny, unlined, bikini and told me to put it
on. It was mostly string, except for three, nearly transparent
patches of cloth which were only just large enough to cover my
nipples and my slit. In fact, I had to take the bottoms off and
go into the bathroom and shave off my pubic hair. The piece of
cloth actually only covered my slit and perhaps a half inch on
each side!

Once I had shaved and put the suit back on Jeff took me to the
garage and got out the push lawnmower and told me to get to work.
The front lawns on our street were very small. It was pretty much
a little square of grass that was eighty feet wide and fifty feet
deep, minus the sidewalk and the driveway. It would probably take
half an hour. So there I was, all but naked, mowing the lawn in
front of the house. Every male for half a block was standing
around watching by the time I had finished. Jeff was sitting on
the porch watching. Terry and Tim were watching. People driving
down the street on the way to church slowed down and stared. And
then the inevitable happened. My mother drove by. Then I heard
the tires on her car squeal as she slammed on the brakes. She
left her car right in the middle of the road and came running
over to me.

"What the hell are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?" she
screamed.

I looked at Jeff, he was just smiling. Might as well make it a
good show, I thought. I stopped pushing the lawnmower. I stood
facing my mother. I looked down, there was a light patina of
sweat covering my body and the little pieces of cloth were nearly
invisible. It was embarrassing, but damn I looked hot! As calmly
as possible I said, "Good morning mom, what's the matter?"

Her face was dark, dark red, she looked like she was going to
explode. In a much too loud voice she ordered me to get in the
car.

I smiled at her and asked her to keep her voice down, she was
upsetting the neighbors. She looked around at the dozen or so men
and boys who had been watching me mow the lawn and she grabbed my
arm and tried to pull me to the car. I pulled my arm free and
told her that I had work to do and asked her to please leave me
alone.

"What in the hell are you doing out here in front of everyone
naked?!" she yelled. You could tell she was upset, my mom never
swore. Of course her color was a dead give away too.

"I'm earning a college education, mom. You know, the one you
wouldn't pay for?"

She tried again to get me into the car and finally Jeff came down
and suggested that we take it inside.

Mom looked at him and then at me and shook her head and walked
quickly back to her car and squealed the tires as she left.

I went back to mowing, the crowd went back to watching. There
were even some girls in the crowd now! Jeff went back to the
porch, and I found out later a pair of cameras had been recording
the entire event. I watched it later. It was pretty amusing.

I finished the mowing and put the mower away. Then I got out a
broom and swept the sidewalks and the driveway. When I was
finished I went inside and took a shower. Then we went to the
pool and swam our morning laps. I managed to keep up for four
laps this morning. After we got out of the pool Jeff decided it
was time for the kids next door to get another show and we had
sex beside the pool again. Then I sucked him clean and went and
got us both a cold drink.

I asked him about the back yard. There wasn't very much grass,
most of the yard was either pool deck or shrubbery. He told me
that I wouldn't have to mow the back. My only responsibility
would be to tip the two men who came to maintain it. They usually
come on Thursday, weather permitting.

In the afternoon it was time to go and get my new wardrobe. We
had gone through my clothes and Jeff had picked out a lot of them
that he wanted me to put in my boxes and we would store them. He
liked some of my stuff though. He told me to wear a pair of
tight, low cut shorts and a sexy little crop top. I suggested we
take my car, his was an old clunker. He really needed a new one.
I had never been in his, but it was almost forty years old!

He said that he preferred that we go in his car so we got in. I
had never been in his car and I was surprised at the inside. It
looked brand new. When he turned the key there was another
surprise. It sounded like a race car! I found out that it almost
was! It was something called a Hemi Cuda? I don't know what that
is, but once he got off of our little side street, SON OF A BITCH
THIS THING IS FAST!!!!

We went to the mall first. It was obvious that, even though he
was getting to embarrass me a lot, Jeff was not happy about being
here. He mentioned that he had not been in a mall in years. But
he didn't miss an opportunity to make me do something
embarrassing. I tried on several outfits with the changing room
door open and strange men who happened to be waiting for their
wives or girlfriends watching avidly.

He picked out a few things but most of it was too normal, or
covered too much of me to please him. So after checking out
several stores we went to a place called Sweet Nothings. I didn't
even know it existed.

We went in and it was immediately obvious that the place
certainly was well named. Everywhere I looked I saw the sexiest,
sluttiest clothing I had ever seen. Almost everything was
see-through. These were the kinds of clothes that women wore at
home for their significant other. This was not the sort of thing
that a woman would wear out on the street. Well, most women. I
had every confidence that I would be wearing some, no, make that
most of this stuff out.

There were three other couples in the store, and a couple of lone
women. A salesgirl approached and asked if she could help us.

Jeff said, "We'd like to look around. We are looking for some
outfits that she shouldn't really wear out, but she will anyway.
Sort of slutty, but not enough to get arrested."

She smiled and said, "I am sure we have what you are looking for.
If you need anything, or I can help in any way, please let me
know." She sounded like she meant it.

We started down the aisles, avoiding the stuff that looked like
costumes. Like nurse costumes or French maid costumes, that kind
of thing. He found a rack with a selection of those small slips
like the one I wore to the restaurant last night and selected
several. He had really liked the way I looked last night. We went
from rack to rack and he picked out a dozen outfits that were all
right on the edge of being illegal. As he made a selection he
would hand it to me and I had a really large armful of outfits
when the salesgirl came over and offered to put them in a
changing room for us. I smiled my thanks and Jeff kept picking
things up. There were transparent tops, crop tops with suggestive
sayings across the front, there was a cute little outfit that was
like a set of farmers coveralls with the bib top, except they
were cut off into tiny shorts. He picked up a beautiful little
black dress, very little. Finally we had somewhere between thirty
and forty items of clothing, and not a single item of underwear.

We headed to the side of the store where the salesgirl had hung
all of the items we had selected from an empty rack and they were
waiting right by the fitting rooms. I hung up the additional
items we had selected and picked up the first outfit and went
into a changing room. I looked at Jeff, hoping that he would
allow me to close the door. Yeah, right! Fat chance!

I left the door wide open and took off my clothes. There were
already two women trying on clothes and therefore there were two
men waiting. They instantly had something to take their minds off
the boring wait. As I was putting on the first outfit, that
little black dress, I saw the salesgirl coming over and had hopes
that she would require me to close the door. Nope, she stood
beside Jeff and smiled and said, "She is beautiful, isn't she?"

Jeff smiled at her and said, "Yes, and a lot of fun to buy
clothes for."

The girl laughed and held her hand out and said, "My name is Jan.
This is my store. I have a few outfits in mind that I think are
just what you are looking for if you don't mind a few
suggestions."

Jeff told her that he would appreciate any suggestions. I had the
black dress on by that time and they stopped to see how it
looked.

Trust me, it looked damned good! It was semitransparent, my
nipples were plainly visible and when I spread the tiny skirt out
and the fabric fell against my freshly shaved slit, it too was
visible.

The Jan clapped her hands together in excitement, like an excited
young girl. I had to smile, I loved her enthusiasm.

Jeff said, "That is beautiful!" It was, too. I would have liked
it if the skirt were an inch or too longer, but still, I loved
the dress.

Jan went off to get the outfits she had in mind for me and I
started taking off the dress. I noticed that everyone in the
store was now standing around watching. I was curious about the
little bib overall shorts outfit so I picked that next. I didn't
even bother going back into the little changing room. I slipped
the dress off where I stood and hung it back up on the rack. I
slipped on the shorts, taking my time to please my audience. I
had them over my waist and was looking through the clothes on the
rack for a top to go with them.

Jeff told me to see how it looked without a top. I pulled the
straps up over my shoulders and adjusted them. They looked hot in
the mirror. When I turned sideways my breasts were exposed, all
but the nipple. I don't know that I would want to wear it to the
mall, but it looked good. Then I pulled the straps down and tried
one of the transparent blouses underneath. I heard one of the
women standing nearby say, "That's beautiful!" to her husband,
then she turned to me and asked, "Miss, where did you get that
outfit? I love that!"

Jeff pointed out the areas where we had found the shorts and then
the blouse. Jan came over with two outfits in her arms. Jeff
said, "Sorry about the disruption in your store, I hope you don't
mind."

Jan said, "Are you kidding, I should be paying you two!"

I took off the clothes I had on and took the first of the outfits
Jan had provided. Before she handed it to me she said, "This is
the kind of think you might wear if you were going out to The
Hideaway." I looked up when she mentioned last night's
restaurant. I saw the look on her face and I knew that she had
seen my show last night!

"You never know when that can come in handy," I said and grinned
back at her.

I slipped the tight little dress over my head and pulled it down.
It was very tight and I was grateful when Jan stepped up and
helped pull it down. The dress was shiny and body hugging, and
nearly invisible. It looked like I was wearing a pair of silk
stocking all over! There were patterns sewn into the material at
strategic locations, but the dress was still indecent. Jan said,
"This outfit would look good with pierced nipples," and she
pinched one of my nipples, just in case I wasn't sure what she
meant. Jeff liked the outfit, and it looked like he was also
thinking about the piercing. "So would that little black dress,"
I added.

I took it off and hung it up and tried the second outfit she had
selected. It was, nominally, a matching skirt and top. Basically
it was two elastic straps, one fastened at my waist and the other
over my breasts. From those straps the suede like material hung
down in one inch straps, more or less covering my body. The top
ended just below my breasts and the skirt just barely covered my
crotch. Talk about your flirty little skirts! I walked a few feet
and turned and with every move I made parts of my body peeked out
for just a fraction of a second as the flaps of material swirled
with my movements. Jeff liked it, and so did I. So, too, did the
woman who had asked about the shorts and Jan had to go get her
one of these as well.

I still had about twenty outfits to try on and I took my time and
enjoyed it. Jan was nice enough to bring Jeff a stool. By the
time I had finished trying everything on the audience had grown
to nearly twenty people, mostly women. Jan sold a lot of clothes
that day, because every time I tried on something someone in the
audience wanted one too. We must have spent well over an hour in
the store, I hadn't checked the time when we got there. Jeff, Jan
and I all had a very good time, and Jeff bought everything. A lot
of this stuff was pricey. It had to come to well over $1,000! It
was early summer, but it was the best Christmas I ever had!

I put my clothes back on, much to the disappointment of most of
the people in the store, and Jan pushed the rack up to the cash
register. She said, "It will take half an hour to ring all of
this up and put it in bags. If you would prefer, you can leave me
your card number and I can ring it all up and deliver it this
afternoon."

Jeff handed her his card. She ran it through her little machine
and handed it back. He gave her his address and thanked her for
all of her help. And he promised to come back soon. We started
out, but Jeff stopped and went back to the counter. I heard him
ask her if she could recommend someone that does piercing. Jan
wrote out a name and address on a piece of paper and gave it to
him.

I was pretty excited. Not only did I have a boatload of sexy new
clothes, but I had bugged my mother for a long time to let me get
pierced. She had finally allowed me to get my ears pierced when I
was 16. When I suggested my naval, however, she hit the ceiling.
Now I was going to get my nipples done! Cool!

We went home and I made us a late lunch. It was hot out so we ate
inside today. Just before lunch ended the doorbell rang and Jeff
sent me to answer it. As I had been instructed I opened the door
just as any fully clothed individual would normally open the
door, and I stood there naked looking at my mother's shocked
face. I could actually see the blood drain out of her face as she
stared at me.

"Nicol!!" she screeched. "What on earth has gotten in to you?
Where are your clothes? I went to your apartment, your landlord
said you had moved. Your boss said you quit. What are you doing
here like that?"

I was just about to tell her to fuck off and get the hell off the
property when Jeff came up behind me and invited her in.

She looked at him like she wanted to kill him, and she wanted to
tell him off, and she didn't want to be in a room with him and
her naked daughter. But she had come to find out what was going
on, and if she wanted to find out she had to come in.

She stepped inside cautiously, ready to run if she was attacked,
I suppose. She looked around when I closed the door and then we
followed Jeff into the living room. Jeff offered her a drink but
she just shook her head and sat down on the edge of a seat
cushion.

Jeff sat down across from my mother and I waited for him to tell
me what to do. He nodded towards a chair and I sat down and
watched, curious to see how well he could handle my bitch of a
mother.

"First, of all," Jeff said, "Mrs. Brown you have a lovely
daughter. She is intelligent, hard working and ambitious. It is
my impression, from what your daughter has said, that despite her
resentment, you had a lot to do with that. I do, however, agree
with her that you were wrong not to help her with her education.
She was stuck in a couple of low paying jobs and likely to never
get to college, finally giving up and marrying some nice enough
guy and living a life of mediocrity that I believe she could
easily rise above. She has what it takes."

"I like Nicol," he continued, "a great deal. I have admired her
for a long time. I had the opportunity to insure her future, and
at the same time make her life easier. I cannot deny that I am
deriving a great deal of pleasure from the arrangement, but that
is secondary and I believe that she is as pleased with the
arrangement as I am. I understand that the things she is doing,
the things I am making her do, are offensive to you. Certainly,
any mother would be offended to see her daughter being treated
the way I am treating Nicol. But Nicol is of age now and she can
choose for herself what path she takes. I am offering her a nice
place to live, her college tuition and all of her expenses paid
and all of her needs met. I can assure you that her education
will be of primary importance while she stays with me. Do you
have any questions?"

Mom stared at Jeff for a long time, apparently speechless for
the first time in her life. Then she turned to me and said,
"Nicol, get your things and let's go home. You cannot live here
like this. It's scandalous, you're nothing more than a prostitute
for god's sake! Come home. Maybe you were right. I will help you
with your tuition."

I didn't even have to think about it. "No mom. I am sorry that
you are so upset. I understand why you are, and I appreciate your
belated offer. I hope that we can get along when you calm down.
But I like it here. I like Jeff. I enjoy being with him and I am
having fun. He offered me an education when you wouldn't, and I
am grateful. But that isn't why I am here. Jeff is exciting, and
the things he does are exciting. And I have to be honest, he is
not corrupting your sweet innocent daughter. The truth is that I
have a lot of kinky fantasies that would curl your hair. I had
them before I met Jeff and it was just dumb luck that we share
those, admittedly, abnormal pleasures and discovered each
other."

"If Jeff were to withdraw his offer to provide my education right
now I would probably still stay with him, although that education
is very important to me. I have been here only two days, and I
have never been so happy. I can't see you accepting that right
now, but I hope you will leave the door open to us having some
kind of relationship, if not now, then in the future."

Mom looked at me, then at Jeff, then she just shook her head and
got up and left without saying another word. I followed her to
the door and watched her walk home. It made me very sad. I
understood what she was feeling, and why she would be upset, but
still, I would miss my mother.

Jeff came up behind me and put his arms around me. "Give it
time," he said quietly. "If she didn't love you she wouldn't have
come into the lion's den to try and get you out. We will leave
the mowing to the yardman from now on and give her time to adjust
to her little girl being all grown up". He is so smart! And so
Sweet!

I turned around and hugged him and said, "Master, may your slave
kiss you?"

He smiled and pulled me close and kissed me. A nice, romantic,
affectionate kiss.

He said, "You are going to be picked up by the limo again in a
few minutes. Hub asked that you wear something attractive,
feminine, and just a little conservative, and he sent over some
underwear for you. I don't know what he has planned, but he
assured me that you wouldn't be hurt. Hub can get a little wild
though, so if things start getting out of hand give me a call,
OK?"

I kissed him again and started upstairs to find something to
wear. He stopped me and asked for my car keys. I didn't even ask
why. They were on the hall tree and I picked them up and tossed
them to him.

I went upstairs with my new underwear and went through the boxes
looking for something that would satisfy the requirements for
appropriate dress this evening. I settled on a nice little
sundress. It was a modest wrap-around that came to just above my
knee and no place on it was there anything see-through. I took a
quick shower and got dressed. The underwear Hub had sent over fit
alright, although it looked a lot like something my mother would
have picked out. I was downstairs, dressed, made up and hair done
in plenty of time.

Jeff reminded me to call him if things got rough and I went out
and got in the limo. It was a different driver this time,
thankfully. He drove for nearly an hour. I was expecting a short
drive because I knew approximately where Hub lived. Instead we
went out of town and ended up at a fancy country estate.

Oh well, ours is not to reason why.

The chauffer parked by the door and let me out. I was escorted
inside and led to Hub. He got me a drink and we talked for a few
minutes. It seemed like a strange party. There were two women
besides myself, and there must have been fifty men. I wasn't sure
what my part in this was. Certainly he wasn't expecting me to
have sex with fifty men! But I didn't seem to serve any function
here so I finally had to ask.

"Why am I here Hub? You aren't expecting me to have sex with all
of these men are you?" I asked.

He grinned and said, "Not exactly. Have you ever heard of
Bukkake?"

I thought for a minute and then said that I had not.

He said, "I am not exactly sure of the origin, I believe it is
Japanese. There seem to be many variations of the Bukkake Party.
There may or may not be penetration of the young lady chosen as
the hostess. The two main forms that one of these parties takes
is that either the hostess is secured in one spot and the
assembled men masturbate on her over a period of time, or, they
masturbate into some vessel and the hostess is forced to consume
the combined ejaculate of her adoring fans."

"My friends have Americanized the Bukkake Party slightly. You are
going to be undressed and secured to a bench we made just for
you. Then the men will be allowed to sample your charms for a
while. Not to completion of course, that would defeat the
purpose. Throughout the evening men will take a moment or two to
enjoy your charms and then at the designated time we will all
begin ejaculating into a large bowl. Once everyone has
contributed to the bowl, the contents are going to be poured into
a siphon like device which will by then be secured to your mouth
and you will be required to swallow the entire contents before
being released. The evening is being recorded for posterity. Oh
yes, the two young ladies you saw? They are going to be filmed
out in the barn masturbating two horses. That too will be
accumulated and after you have finished the main course, that
will be your desert."

I didn't think he could possibly be serious. I had not signed on
for this! I shook my head and said, "No thanks," and headed for
the door. I didn't get two steps before two large men grabbed me
and led me out to the center of the back yard. They held me in
front of a waist high padded bench and started ripping my clothes
off in front of the men who were now all gathered around to
watch. As soon as I was naked I was pulled over the bench on my
back and tied down securely.

Hub made a short announcement, "Gentlemen, you all know the
rules, begin."

I was instantly swarmed by men of all shapes, sizes, ages,
colors, nationalities. Large and small, they all gathered around
and at first they just groped my body roughly. It was a bit
erotic to be tied down and helpless before fifty men, but there
was no way I wanted fifty men shoving their cocks in me! And I
had just gotten to where I could swallow cum without gagging, a
whole bowl of it for god's sake! And horses! No fucking way!

Soon men started walking up between my widespread legs and
rubbing their cocks over my slit and then sliding them into me
and stroking in and out for a moment or two. Then they would pull
out and someone else would take their place. It went on for a
while and I couldn't help it. It was starting to feel pretty
damned good! Then they started using my mouth too. It was a long
time before I tasted my pussy on a cock, so I guess the lines for
my various orifices must be pretty long.

Some of the guys apparently were probably not known for their
stamina because it wasn't long before I noticed men going over to
a bowl on a table nearby and ejaculating into it. But then they
would get right back in line. No fucking fair!

I was starting to get real sore after a while. I had no way of
knowing, but this seemed to have been going on for a very long
time. I kept glancing nervously at the bowl from time to time and
I could see that there was at least a quart in it. A quart of
cum. I was pretty sure that I couldn't do that. I was certain I
didn't want to try.

It had been dark for a long time when someone put a fat hose in
my mouth and taped all around it. I looked up and saw a large
plastic hose with a large plastic reservoir on top. It was
attached to a stand that was driven into the ground near me. Once
the hose was taped in place Hub stood over me and smiled and
said, "Bon appetite."

I watched in horror as he poured half the contents of the bowl
into the reservoir at the top of the funnel. The warm, slimy cum
poured down into my mouth and I knew that I had no choice. I
either swallowed or stayed here all night.

It was truly disgusting. I gagged at first, but I knew that if I
threw up I would have a real problem. So I managed to calm myself
down. It didn't help that now that the bowl had been filled men
started fucking me for real. There was a line of men waiting to
fuck me. And they had all cum in the bowl at least once, so they
were taking their damned time.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand to watch the stuff in the
clear plastic hose, slowly going down the hose and into my mouth.
I tried to remain calm and swallow a little at a time. The camera
man came in for a lot of close ups. I guess I was getting through
it because I heard something and looked up and there was Hub
pouring the rest of the contents of the bowl into the reservoir.

I couldn't tell how much more I had to go. I just kept
swallowing. Men were still lined up to fuck me and others were
groping my tits while still others stood around and cheered me
on.

I finally finished! I don't know how long it took, but more than
anything I really wanted to get up and puke. Unfortunately, I had
forgotten desert. I saw two women strolling in with another large
bowl, this one full of horse cum. I was sure I couldn't do it. It
was horrible, I couldn't scream, I couldn't beg. All I could do
is lay here and get fucked and swallow cum.

The girls handed the new bowl to Hub and just as he started to
pour it into the reservoir a fist shot out of nowhere and decked
him. I couldn't see what happened after that but I heard several
more blows being landed.

The men lined up to fuck me were suddenly gone and I felt my
hands and legs being untied. I was pulling the funnel from my
mouth when I looked up and saw Jeff with tears in his eyes. I am
assuming he hurt his hand when he hit Hub. He started to pull me
close and I had to hold him back. I was covered in cum and I
didn't want him to touch me, I didn't want him to see me. He held
me while I retched and threw up all of the cum I had just been
forced to swallow. Then he had me sit on the bench and told me to
wait a second. He looked around and spotted the camera men and he
ran them down and took their cameras and their gear bags and when
they objected he told them to take it up with Hub.

My clothing was in shreds, so Jeff led me inside, dripping cum
and found me a bathrobe to wear. Nobody said a word. Anytime we
got close to anyone they moved out of the way. I used a couple of
towels to wipe myself off and then I put on the obviously very
expensive bathrobe and he picked me up and carried me to his
car.

I don't think I had ever seen anyone so mad in my life. He was
more red than my mother had been! He put me in his forty year old
race car and sped out of there spraying gravel on all of the
fancy cars in the driveway.

After a few miles he finally got himself under control and said,
"Nicol, I am very, very sorry. Hub was a friend of mine for a
long time and I thought I could trust him. I swear to you I had
no idea what he had in mind. I thought you might have sex with a
few guys and just generally be a party favor. I will make it up
to you, I promise."

Crap! I felt sorry for him! "Jeff, I was never so happy to see
anyone in my life as when you came in there. And I am ever so
glad that you did. You could not have timed it better. But, and I
don't really want to defend him, but Hub didn't lie to you. I was
not harmed, or even hurt. Well, my pussy is a little sore. I am
glad you stopped it. I am sorry I went through it. But Hub has
been your friend for a long time. I heard you guys talking like a
group of high school girls the other night. You have been best
friends for a long time. I think maybe he didn't understand the
parameters of our relationship. I am not sure that you can blame
him for that. I don't condone what he did to me tonight, but he
is basically a nice guy. I bet a dollar he is going to apologize.
You should accept."

Jeff grunted, but didn't say anything. I finally had to ask, "How
did you find out?"

"Cab was there too. Until he found out that neither you nor I was
aware of what was going to happen. Cab tried to talk Hub out of
it. When he couldn't he left. He kept trying to call me on his
cell phone but he couldn't get a signal until he was almost back
to town. And when he finally got through I wasn't home. He left a
message telling me what was going on and as soon as I heard it I
tried calling Hub, but again, no signal. So I drove out there as
fast as I could. By the time I got there I had been fuming for
nearly an hour and I was furious at Hub. I hurt the hell out of
my hand. I wonder if I broke his jaw?"

"I wish I wasn't covered in cum. I would really like to kiss you
right now," I said.

He reached out and pulled me close. I tried to hold back. "Wait
until I take a shower!" I said.

He grinned and said, "Fuck it! Hell, I'm more worried about my
upholstery anyway!" He pulled me close and held me and I felt
protected again.

We finally got to the house and he drove into the garage. I
promised him I would clean his upholstery in the morning. He
said, "Let's wait, if Hub calls I will want to rub his nose in
it."

I got out and we went into the house and I hurried to the shower.
As I was going through the bedroom I noticed plastic clothes
everywhere. I had forgotten my new clothes. I grinned and
thought, "That made up in advance for what happened tonight." I
tossed the robe in the laundry. It was too nice to throw away,
and I wanted to keep it to remind me of my hero. I took a long
hot shower and brushed my teeth several times. Finally I went
downstairs.

I was halfway down the stairs when Jeff said, "Oh! I forgot, go
slip into something decent. I have something to show you
outside."

I joked to myself that I hoped that he hadn't wrecked my car. I
ran upstairs and put on the slip I had worn out the other night
and a pair of sandals and rushed downstairs.

Before he could say anything else I grabbed him and hugged him
and asked, "How do you feel about kissing a girl that has just
swallowed the cum of about fifty men?"

He looked thoughtful and then he said, "That's gross. No, that's
gross and a half!" Then he pulled me close and kissed me, tongue
and all!

I couldn't help it. I'm just a silly girl, it made me cry. He was
so damned sweet.

He started to lead me outside when I stopped him and pulled him
back around to face me. "I don't want to scare you, but is it
possible to fall in love with someone after two days?"

Jeff smiled and said, "I ain't scared, and no. Come on."

He led me outside and said, "I gave your car away."

"What!" I squeaked.

"Yeah," he said, "Terry just turned 16 and I told him I would
give him a car if he got straight A's on his report card for the
entire year. I honestly didn't think he could do it. But he did.
And I figured your car would be a perfect first car. You can sign
it over to him tomorrow."

I looked at him, astonished. But then I figured, what the hell, I
didn't need a car much anymore. It would save me some money. I
smiled at him and said, "OK. If that's what you want."

"You're no fun," he said and laughed. Then he handed me a set of
keys and said, "This is why I wasn't home when Cab called
tonight. Your new car."

I looked around and there was only new car on the street. A
sleek, dark red little two seat convertible. I didn't know what
it was, but it looked very expensive. I looked at Jeff and said,
"No. You are sweet, but I can't take that."

He said, "You have agreed not to say no to me, don't forget it,
slave. Your new car is a 2007 Mercedes Benz SL600 Roadster. Don't
worry, I will take care of the taxes and insurance. I thought
when you got home tonight we could go for a short ride but I
suspect you are tired. And it would be better if you familiarized
yourself with the controls before you drive it."

We walked slowly out to the curb and I looked at the sleek,
beautiful, extremely expensive car. "How much?" I asked.

"It isn't polite to ask, Nicol. Shame on you."

"Jeff," I said, "I don't need a car. You don't have to do this
for me!"

"I know," he said, "I didn't do it because I had to, I did it
because I wanted to, because it made me feel good to do it. You
want me to feel good don't you?"

The longer I stood here by this car the more I realized I did
want this beautiful machine. I looked up at him and said, "Yes, I
most definitely want you to feel good. But you aren't going to
stop treating me bad are you?"

He pulled me close and kissed my nose and said, "Don't worry
bitch, I will never stop abusing you."

I smiled up at him and asked, "Do you want your cock sucked right
here and now, or would you rather go inside?"

"Are you sure you are up for another one so soon?" he asked.

"I will always want to suck your cock." I answered. And I meant
it too.

He stood right where he was and pulled his cock out and without
hesitation I knelt at his feet and attacked his cock
passionately. He kept his hands at his sides and let me do what I
wanted, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I started taking
more and more of his thick cock into my mouth, still unable to
get past that one place in the back of my throat and take him all
the way. But by god, this time I was going to. I ignored
everything, the pain in my throat, my gag reflex, and I forced
myself to relax and then, finally, I hit that spot and kept on
going until my lips were stretched wide around the base of his
cock.

I heard him whisper, "Son of a bitch!"

And that was all the encouragement I needed. It was just as hard
the next few times, but I was encouraged by having done it and
soon I was doing it with confidence on every stroke. I heard him
groan loudly and I pulled back and held the head of his cock in
my mouth and finished him with my hands so that I could enjoy his
cum. When he finished cumming I stood up and showed him his cum
in my mouth and then I slowly swallowed as I stared lovingly into
his eyes.

He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I tried to stop
him, to get him to wait until I rinsed my mouth out, but he
ignored my resistance and kissed me. He told me that no one, in
his entire life, had been able to do that. A few had tried, but
nobody ever got close. Most were smart enough to not even try.

I grinned and said, "You calling me stupid, Master?"

He put his arm around me and we headed back to the house. When we
turned around we saw a young couple that had apparently been out
for a walk and stopped just up the sidewalk from us when they saw
what we were doing.

I smiled at them and said, "I'm sorry, I hope we didn't hold you
up too long."

The young man said, "That's OK, she could use the lessons." His
companion hit him on the shoulder and they continued down the
sidewalk.

We went to bed and cuddled again. It took me a long time to go to
sleep. This was turning into much more than an agreement
exchanging household chores and sex for room and board and an
education. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling in
love with Jeff, a man twice my age. I didn't see any way I could
not get hurt here. He was much too good, too sophisticated, too
everything for me. There was no way he could fall for a little
nothing like me. I am a waitress, a housekeeper for god's sake!
And I had better not say anything else like I had earlier. Guys
hear the L word they get scared. Especially when they don't feel
the same way.

I should feel happy tonight, not sad. I need to keep remembering
why I am here.

I finally went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I felt
his arms still around me, but I could tell he was awake. I
snuggled back against him and held his strong arms with my little
hands. Before I could stop myself I found myself kissing his
arms. I slowly turned around and put my hands on his face and
kissed him. "My hero," I said.

He smiled and kissed me back and said, "I am not the hero, I am
the guy that let you be put in that situation in the first
place."

"You didn't know. And I wasn't hurt. Don't tell Hub when you talk
to him, but I had several nice orgasms before he attached that
damned funnel to my head."

"You fucking pervert!" he said and laughed. And then he hugged me
tight and it felt so good.

"Come on," I said, "let's take a shower and I will take you out
for breakfast, your treat!"

He turned me loose and we went into the bathroom. I turned on the
shower and then I watched as he peed in the toilet. I had never
seen a man pee before, it was amazing. I was jealous. As soon as
he was finished I took my turn, not the least self conscious as
he watched, much to my surprise.

We took a nice long shower and washed each other lovingly. I
shaved again, determined to mow the front law again as soon as it
needed it. The neighbors enjoyed it and I like pissing my mother
off.

I promised to put the clothes away as soon as we got home and
then I started emptying bags on the bed until I found that cute
shorts outfit. I put it on with one of the transparent blouses
and then we went down to the car.

I got in the drivers seat and Jeff showed me how to put the top
down. Then he showed me all the controls. I was glad he was there
because I was obviously going to need a copilot. I was going to
have to spend the evening reading the manual for this, it looked
the cockpit of an airplane.

I asked him where he wanted to go and he recommended a place out
on the creek. I stayed off the interstate. It was too much fun to
drive this thing to put it on cruise control and just sit there.

We got there without a single close call. I love this car!! We
got out and I set the alarm and we went inside. I had been here
for Sunday brunch, but I had never been during the week before.
It was always crowded on Sunday, but today was a weekday, and it
was kind of late so we were almost alone on the deck out over the
creek. We had a long, leisurely breakfast and I tried not to keep
staring at him with puppy dog eyes.

We talked and laughed and discovered that we had the same views
about politics and war. We liked a lot of the same books. We had
more in common than just kinky sex.

We were sipping our last cup of coffee and Jeff said, "We are
going to have a problem keeping this a business arrangement
aren't we?"

"It's OK. I understand. I made myself a promise last night not to
ever use the L word again in your presence. I promise not to make
you uncomfortable or attempt to change our agreement. I like it
just the way it is."

"No you don't," he said quietly. "Neither do I."

My heart sank. Did I screw it up? Does he want me out?

"Jeff, I swear, I don't want stop doing what we have been doing.
It is exciting, I am having fun. I guess I am just a silly girl,
you know how hard it is for girls to control their emotions. I
can deal with it. Honest."

"No, not good enough. The problem is," right about here my heart
was in my throat. "Well, damn it," he continued, "The problem is
you aren't the only one that is having trouble controlling
emotions. When I saw you, when I saw what they were doing to you
last night, I lost it. By the time I got it back, I realized why
I had lost it. I know how you feel about me, and I know it is not
supposed to be possible to fall in love in two days. We have a
most unconventional relationship, and I would hate it if that
were to end. But be that as it may, I love you, and I want you to
know that I love you. Your move."

I was crying like a baby! I finally wiped my eyes and blew my
nose and when I was under control I got up and sat in Jeff's lap
and said, "How is this for a move. I love you very much. But I
would be very sad if you decided to start feeling jealousy. To
start getting mad if some stranger was looking at your old ladies
tit! I want our arrangement to continue unchanged. Except that
now it isn't just lust, and that makes it better. For me. Are you
sure you will still want me walking around naked and tipping the
gardener if you love me?"

Jeff looked at his watch. He left some money on the table and
went back to the car. He told me to drive, and told me where to
go. It took us about half an hour to get to the run down theater
that showed porn movies 24 hours a day. It was a little early for
that sort of thing, barely noon. But there was already a small
audience inside.

It was very dark when we first went in. We stood just inside the
door until our eyes adjusted to the dark. At first all I saw was
the woman on the screen being fucked royally by two middle aged
men. Then, as I looked around I saw that there were a dozen men
scattered around the small theater, and I noticed that they were
all glancing at me when they weren't staring at the screen.

Jeff led me to a seat in the middle of a row about two thirds of
the way toward the back of the theater. Before I could sit down
he ordered me to give him my clothing. I smiled and stripped and
he kissed me and said, "You cannot say no."

Then he moved around to sit behind me, two rows back. I sat down
and watched the movie and waited to see what would happen. I
don't know what the movie was about. Well, I know what it was
really about, I'm not that stupid. But if there was a plot I
couldn't figure it out. But that was OK, I was enjoying the sex.

I would have thought that a naked woman in a place like this
would have been an open invitation. I was disappointed in how
long it took for anyone to come over and sit down beside me. The
guy who finally got up the nerve looked to be in his mid 50s. He
asked if he could sit down and I smiled at him warmly and said,
"Please do."

He appeared to be in his mid fifties, balding, and badly in need
of some exercise. He wore a wedding band on the hand that he
placed on my thigh. He put his head near mine and asked, "Do you
come here often?"

Boy! Is that an old line or what?! "No, first time. Sometimes a
girl just needs a little excitement in her life."

His palm was sweaty as he pulled my legs open and played with my
pussy. He took my hand and guided it to his cock, which felt
quite large, and then he put his hand back on my crotch. I wasn't
sure what he wanted me to do so I just started moving my hand up
and down on his cock. I looked up at the screen again and was
startled to see that there were now two men sitting in front of
me. I hadn't even noticed them sitting down. But they weren't
watching the movie.

In no time at all the guy beside me tensed up and clutched my
thigh painfully and came in his pants. I felt kind of sorry for
him. That didn't take any time at all! He whispered, "Thank you
young lady. That was wonderful!"

That was sad. It was just a hand job for Christ's sake. I never
even got inside his pants! He stood up and left quickly and as
soon as he was a few seats away one of the men that had moved in
front of me stood up and stepped over the back of his seat and
sat down beside me. He was younger and kind of sleazy looking. He
smiled said, "You looking for a little fun, little lady?"

I smiled back and said, "Yes sir."

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. He opened his pants without standing up
and pushed them down below his balls. Then he pulled my face down
into his lap.

Oh god it was gross! He stank so bad I couldn't breathe! But I
couldn't say no. I took his foul smelling cock into my mouth and
sucked as well as I could and still breathe through my mouth.
While I was sucking I felt someone behind me repositioning me so
that he could fuck me from behind. "At least I don't have to
smell him," I thought.

The boy in my mouth came quickly and I stayed in position until
his buddy came in my pussy. They didn't even thank me, just high
fived each other and went back to their original seats.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped. I was relieved to see
that it was only Jeff. He smiled down at me and asked,
"Satisfied, slut?"

I mouthed "asshole" back up at him and he handed me my clothes. I
suspect that there were more than a few very disappointed dirty
old men when I dressed and we left. I took a few moments to clean
up in the ladies room first. I didn't want to get anything on my
new car's upholstery!

We went home then and just had a quiet week. On Wednesday, the
day before the gardener was to come, I put on my little lawn
mowing suit and cut the grass out front. It was a workday, so the
audience wasn't as large, but those present were grateful.

On Thursday I was nude in the backyard while the gardener and his
assistant were doing the cutting and weeding and cleaning up.
They were a father and son and Jeff had told them that I was
available if they were interested. They were definitely
interested, though I had the impression that they were self
conscious about doing anything with the other watching. I thought
I knew what to do about that. When they were just about done I
went over to where they were working. It was late afternoon and I
supposed that this might be their last stop of the day. But I
hoped not. I asked and the father said that they had one more
yard to do before they could knock off.

"Great," I said. "That means that if you come in and take a quick
shower you will have time to work up a sweat again before you go
home. How about it guys?"

I grabbed the son by the arm and started pulling. He looked at
his dad and his dad smiled and said, "Hell, boy, go for it!"

I dragged the kid inside and we went to the guest bathroom. While
he got undressed I got the shower running and pulled out some
fresh towels. Then we got in and took a quick, but fun shower.
The kid, I soon found out, was only 16 and was helping his dad
for the summer. And I wasn't just his first white fuck, I was his
first fuck. He had a beautiful cock, dark and thick, but no
bigger than Jeff's. While we were in the shower I took him in my
mouth and he came almost right away. He looked disappointed but I
put my arms around him and said, "Don't worry, that was just to
take the edge off."

We dried off and ran to the guest bedroom and I pulled the covers
down and got ready for him. I expected him to jump on and ride me
like pony, but he surprised me. He climbed between my legs and
asked, "Do you mind? I have never seen a naked woman. You're
beautiful."

"I don't mind at all, and thank you. If you have any questions
about what you see, feel free to ask."

I spread my legs a little more for him and he touched my pussy
gently. He put a couple of fingers on either side and spread me
open and looked at his first pussy. I could feel his hot breath,
and I could feel his excitement, and I could feel my juices
flowing. He didn't say anything for a few minutes and I thought
he might be too uncomfortable to ask so I got up on one elbow and
explained all the parts to him and what the moisture was for and
what it meant.

He gingerly stuck his tongue out and gently licked my pussy, then
he took a moment to decide if he liked it. I guess he did because
he started eating me enthusiastically. I gave him little tips on
technique. But was doing just fine and I was so turned on I came
quickly. Then I reached down and pulled him up on top of me. I
helped him put his cock in and then I let him do whatever felt
good. He lacked some style, but he did very good for his first
time and it was very pleasant. I held him when he came and I
kissed him and told him what a good lover he was. I didn't tell
him he needed practice. I figured that if he didn't get it
anywhere else he would be getting it here on Thursdays.

He got up and while he got dressed I got cleaned up and we went
down to get his father.

I led Nathan, over to where his dad and Jeff were sitting around
talking. They smiled up at us and I could almost see Nathan
blush. I grabbed dad's arm and tried to pull him up but he said,
"No ma'am. I surely appreciate the offer. You are a very
beautiful young woman. I appreciate what you did for Nathan. I
suspect he could use some lessons from a nice lady like you. But
I am an old married man, set in my ways. I don't cheat on my
wife. Not that I wouldn't like to, but I am too lazy and my
memory is too bad. I'd get caught sure as hell. Still, it has
been a wonderful afternoon enjoying your company and I look
forward to seeing a lot more of you, not that there is any more
of you to see."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You are so sweet! Just
remember, if you ever get your memory back, I'm here for you as
long as Jeff will allow it. Or longer if he isn't around."

Jeff swatted my butt and everyone laughed. They left and Jeff
said, "We have an appointment in an hour, why don't you take a
shower. Put on a short skirt and a loose crop top. You'll thank
me later."

I was ready in half an hour and we took off in Jeff's car. We
drove to a somewhat rougher neighborhood several miles away. Jeff
had to keep referring to a map he had. We eventually pulled into
a driveway behind a half a dozen Harleys and he shut the car off.

As soon as he did a half a dozen bikers poured out of the house
to check out the car. Everyone introduced themselves and they
talked cars for a while. He had to open the hood and show them
the motor and they looked it all over. Boring!

We finally went inside and Jeff took my crop top and stood me in
front of one of the bikers. He checked out my tits. What the
hell, it's what guys do, right? He played with one of my nipples
for a few moments and then looked at Jeff and said, "Can do easy,
man." Then he turned to me and said, "Nice nips lady, but I can
make them better."

Aha! Now I knew what we were here for. But why here? I thought
that they pierced nipples at tattoo parlors and piercing parlors.
I followed the biker into the kitchen and he pulled out a chair
for me. I looked around and was relieved to see that at least the
place was clean. He put a leather bag, like a doctors bag, on the
table and opened it up. He pulled out some equipment and a box
with a large selection of nipple jewelry. He asked me what I
would like in my nipples and I said, "It isn't up to me. Please
ask my Master."

Jeff patted my head affectionately and looked at the display of
jewelry. He asked questions, like what happens when the jewelry
is removed, how would it effect breast feeding (that made me look
up in surprise), how difficult is it to change jewelry. And how
much danger is there of infection. Good questions all and I was
impressed by the knowledge of the biker playing with my tits. He
answered all of those questions and more that we hadn't thought
of.

Jeff picked up a dime sized set of rings in a sealed sterile bag
and asked me if I would like them. I smiled and said, "Yes
Master."

Jeff grinned back and said, "These." The other bikers were all
standing around watching, I guess that was in case there was an
emergency and I needed assistance during the procedure.

The biker rubbed my nipples with alcohol and opened a sealed
plastic baggy with a needle in it. I didn't want to look. No, I
couldn't look. I looked around at the bikers that were watching
and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

The guy was good! There was a stick and a quick stab of pain and
then he was putting the ring in. He daubed it with alcohol, which
stung as much as the needle, then he moved to my other tit. I
wasn't as scared this time, I knew what to expect. It was all
over in another minute and everyone admired my new jewelry.

Jeff paid them man and I put my crop top back on, gingerly. I
did, indeed, thank him for telling me to wear a loose top.

The next excitement in our lives came on Saturday when Terry and
Tim lost their virginity to me. They were a little disappointed
that they couldn't play with my new rings, but getting their
first pussy made up for it.

I have gone to the college and spoken to a counselor and I am in
the process of enrolling. I am not as happy about it as I used to
be. I hate the idea of being away from Jeff during the day. But
he is insistent. He said that he won't marry me until I graduate.
He had to pick me up off the floor when he said that. I honestly
never expected him to ever mention that word. And I would not
mind being just his slave for as long as he would allow it. I
told him that. Thank god he ignored me.

Now that my nipples are healed we have a dinner date with Jan
from the Sweet Nothings shop and her husband. We are going to The
Hideaway and I am supposed to wear that tight slinky dress she
picked out for me. I would prefer the little black one. It is
much easier to get out of. But I'll wear it for Jan.

Oh yeah, one more thing. Hub called Jeff when his jaw healed
enough that he could talk. They are friends again, although I
think it will be a long time before they are as close as they
were. He still doesn't come to the house. I think he is to
embarrassed to see me.

THE END