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I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in…

It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy

Alexander sat up in bed. He had been laying there for what seemed like hours but what was in actuality,…

My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since she was around six. It’s like a vacation for her. Since I’m a responsible hard working adult and have been since I was nineteen, her parents have always trusted me to take good care of her, and I always have. But this summer something totally unexpected happened.I had just finished helping her unpack and it was hot in the house so I got a cold beer out of the refrigerator and sat down on the couch in the living room to try and cool off. The next thing I know DJ tackles me from behind and drags me off of the couch and to the floor.“DJ,” I said. “Give me a few minutes to cool down before you attack me, OK?”She let me get back to my seat and then looked at me and grinned. “You must be getting old, Jim, if you’re tired already. All we’ve done was unpack. It’s not like we just ran a marathon.”“I am not getting old, you little pup! I’m only twenty seven!” And with that I dove off of the couch and took her down to the floor where I started tickling her without mercy. She’s always been very ticklish and the most sensitive part of her body was her sides. Just wriggle your fingers at her and she starts laughing.I finally stop to let her catch her breath and then it happens. She’s laying on her back in the floor with me on my knees between her legs and she looks up at me and grins. For the first time I notice that she’s not a little girl anymore. She’s turned into a beautiful young lady. She’s around five foot five with long blond hair, a slim athletic body, and small but very firm looking breasts. My mind started seeing things that it shouldn’t, so in order to take my mind off the incestuous visions it was harboring, I started tickling her again. Very quickly it turned into a good-natured wrestling match, and since she was my favorite person in the world, I let her win by pinning my shoulders to the floor.She was straddling me with both hands holding my shoulders down. The only thing separating our crotches was her blue-jean shorts and my sweat pants, and my sweats were doing nothing to hide the evidence of what I was thinking. DJ scooted a little father up to get a better hand hold on my shoulders and my hard-on brushed against her inner thigh, causing her to look down.She didn’t jump up, like I thought she would, and flee in disgust. Instead she looked into my eyes and smiled. “Did I do that to you, Jimmy?”Slightly embarrassed at my situation, I said the first thing that popped in my head, “Well it wasn’t the Easter Bunny, that’s for sure.”Then, to my surprise, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my shaft and started stroking me through my sweats.“I’ve never seen one before,” she said, as her hand moved up and down my enlarged cock. “Can I see yours?”With her still sitting astride of me and slowly stroking my dick, what else could I say?“Sure. But you can’t tell anyone or I’ll get in big trouble.”“O.k.” So I take off my sweat pants and am now totally naked with my gorgeous teenage cousin sitting right beside of me. Without saying a word she reaches out to continue stroking my cock, only this time it’s skin on skin. Then she lowers her head and slowly takes my dick into her mouth and begins sucking! I started to ask where she learned to do that if she was a virgin, then I remembered the large collection of porno tapes that her daddy had, so I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of having this beautiful girl give me a blow job. After a few minutes I couldn’t hold back any more and told her that I was about to cum. She took my dick out of her mouth and started jacking me off as I shot my load all over her t-shirt.Cousin sex stories“Have you ever had an orgasm before, DJ?” I asked.“Only when I play with myself,”“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you how good an orgasm can really feel.”She took off her shirt and shorts, then I stopped her so that I could take off her bra and panties. As I reached around to unhook the bra, I bent my head over and began kissing her neck, then turned my attention to her small, erect nipples as the bra slipped to the floor. As I gently licked and sucked first one nipple then the other I slipped her panties past her thighs and she kicked them off. By now she was breathing heavy, but I wasn’t through yet. With one hand I cupped her mound and slowly slipped one finger between her pussy lips until I found her swollen clit, which I slowly began to rub.She was moaning and panting so fast that she was barely able to breath the words that I wanted so badly for her to say, “Please fuck me, Jimmy!”I didn’t need to be asked twice. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom down the hall and lay her on the bed. I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues wrapping around each other, as I slowly and very, very gently entered her incredibly tight and hot pussy. I went slow until the initial sting of her hymen being broke had passed. Then with each thrust I went a little faster and a little harder until we were both in a frenzy of motion. Each time I went in to the hilt she would moan and squeal.“Ungh, ungh… oh yes! That… feels… sooo… gooood!”I felt her muscles tightening up even more as her orgasm approached, making my cock feel like it was in a hot, wet vice, and that triggered my own orgasm. I didn’t think that I would ever stop cumming!Finally after we had caught our breath, DJ kissed me tenderly on the lips and asked, “Can we do that again?”Needless to say that that was the best (and most exhausting) two weeks of my life.

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.

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Mona entered the plush office of her boss, John Powers, exactly at 5:15. She had been coming to his office every working day ever since he had caught her stealing $5000 from his private funds. She locked the door and turned toward his desk. He waited, as always, behind the large walnut desk for Mona to arrive and start the session that he had been thinking about all day. Mona had hated the thing at first but after several weeks, she had grown to like it. Powers had told her that she would go to jail or… she could be his “Sex Slave”! Now after finishing up the day’s work of typing and filling papers, she would finish this task! Mona wore the tight black dress with the scoop neckline that he liked so much. When she got down on her knees before him and began to fumble at his pants zipper, he enjoyed the wonderful view down into Mona’s bosom and the deep, firm cleavage she possessed. “Hello Mona Dear! You’re right on time as always,” Powers said as he moved his legs so that Mona could get closer to him. Powers’ wall stereo played softly in the background as Mona unzipped his slacks. Mona remembered the first day and how terrified she was, but now she rather enjoyed the feel of his penis in her mouth and the way it would grow and harden under her lips and tongue. The way she could get him to moan and beg her as she expertly massaged his member to complete erection and then to explode with his customary groans of pleasure. During those minutes, Mona felt more feminine and desirable than any time in her life and she tried to improve her technique each time they met. Mona drew out his soft cock and kissed the tip. With her eyes closed, she opened her ruby lips and encircled the warm flesh and slowly lowered her mouth onto his member. John Powers enjoyed the sight of his personal secretary as she bobbed up and down between his open legs. Her honey-blond hair fell down over his thighs and her full firm breasts touched his legs when she leaned forward. He had always thought she resembled the late movie star: Marilyn Monroe and she did a bit, except that Mona had bigger, firmer breasts and her legs were longer. Later when she had brought a great sigh from Powers lips and he had almost caused her to gag on the quantity of his pearly liquid spurting down her throat, he had Mona move to his large overstuffed chair and he turned her so he could undo the six buttons on the back of her dress. He pulled it down and then unfastened the wide bra strap at her back. Mona wore a custom made white underwire model 36D that had panels of sheer lace along the sides and fitted her perfectly. John Powers slid the straps down her arms and dropped the garment by the chair. Now he pushed Mona back into the chair and kissed each of her full breasts, newly released from the cloth prison. He sucked her pink nipped tips until Mona tried to pull away, as he nipped one erect nub, and she gasped, “Oh John! Please! You can’t bite them like that! It HURTS!” John continued kissing and sucking Mona’s breasts for a time and then stopped. He held her by the shoulders and looking into her green eyes, told her :” Mona, my dear, I want you to spend a weekend with a friend of mine. A Doctor and his wife.” Mona was slipping the bra back on and pulling her dress back in place. “What? You want me to go to a stranger and spend the night?,” she said. Powers continued: “You will have dinner with my friend Doctor Morrieau and his wife; Vanisa. They have wanted to meet you and they have a large, beautiful home in the Spring Oaks part of Town. You’ll love them both!” Powers was locking up now and Mona followed him out the office door. ” I’ll pick you up at 8:00 and we’ll have an exciting evening. Mona…… wear the red strapless dress with black lacy thigh high hose, the red heels and that bra with the two holes cut out”! Powers smiled at Mona’s troubled looks and he knew she hated the outfit he bought for her and especially the black bra that allowed her nipples to protrude through and could be seen through the thin material of the red dress. Also the bra would keep her nipples tormented and erect all evening and she would no doubt, be blushing all evening. At 8:30, Powers big black Town car pulled up in the covered drive of the Doctor’s mansion. Mona shivered as she saw the man dressed in a dark suit, as he opened the car door and helped her out. “Good evening Miss and you Mister Powers! The Morrieaus are waiting in the living room for you both.”, the man servant said. Mona noticed the man’s wrist as he helped her out; a black leather band with a small silver chain encircled his wrist. She noticed he wore one on his other wrist also. “Good Evening Boris “!, Powers said as he opened his door and then got out. He took Mona into the mansion, past the smiling servant who held the door open for them. Inside Mona was greeted by the hosts; a tall, well dressed, dark haired, smiling man of 45 years, who kissed Mona’s hand and his wife; a slim, attractive raven haired woman of 35 who was dressed in a long black strapless dress also. Mona noticed she had a black leather wristband also, with the silver chain on the outside of the strap. Mona could see that she had small breasts. “Mona, I want you to meet my good friends ; Doctor and Mrs. Morrieau ,” Powers said to Mona. “Call me Vanisa, my dear. I love your dress and that fabulous figure of yours!,” the doctor’s wife said. “And this is MONA!,” John Powers said. “Dinner is served,” Boris said and they entered into the dining room; a large room, well lighted and a large table set for four. Boris served the dinner of lobster and then later a baked Alaska for dessert. All during the meal, the servant poured chilled champagne for the four. It seemed to Mona, that a soon as she took a sip from her glass, it was filled again to the top. Mona noticed the walls were filled with many paintings; mostly nudes of women. Some were nude women, bound and gagged. In the corner of the room was a marble sculpture on a walnut pedestal. It was a nude woman ; bound and gagged and her arms raised above her head, the wrists tied together over her head; a real rope ran from the marble wrists to the ceiling above to a silver ring hanging there. The stone figure had full breasts, the nipples plainly erect. Mona had a feeling of dread come over her as she looked at the sculpture. After dinner, Powers excused himself and left the Doctor’s home. “Have a fine time here this weekend and try to enjoy yourself ,” John Powers said to Mona as he shook hands with the Doctor. ” And learn from your hosts, my dear, what ever they teach you!.” Doctor Morrieau and Vanisa each took hold of one of Mona’s arms and led her into the den. “Now, Mona dear, It’s time to watch some interesting films. Have you ever heard of a movie called “The Story of O”?, Dr. Morrieau whispered to her.Nudist beach girl nudeThe den was a large walnut panelled room with a large screen TV on the far wall and a complete home theater sound system installed. Opposite the screen was a large, curved couch; in beige leather. The room had indirect, dimmed lighting and along each wall were several nude oil paintings of bound and gagged women. Mona could see one that looked like a portrait of Vanisa. She was clad in a black leather corset that left her tiny breasts bare; her arms tied behind her and her mouth fitted with a red ball, held in place with a black leather strap. She was tied to a post and behind her was a male figure who held in his hand a whip or was it a rope? Mona shivered with fear, as she gazed with growing horror at the pictures and wished her boss had taken her with him, when he left. Doctor Morrieau started the movie and Vanisa exited the room saying: ” I’ll be right back Mona my dear! I want to get into something more comfortable, to watch the video.” Boris stood behind the couch, in the darkness, silently waiting for any orders from his master. The movie began. It was a French version of the classic tale of “O,” with English subtitles. The Doctor sat next to Mona on the couch, his shoulder and arm touching her. Then minutes later, Vanisa entered the room and sat on the other side of Mona. Mrs. Morrieau was clad in a black leather corset and black thigh high hose with black high heels. She wore a small black mask and carried a short leather whip. “I see you started the movie without me!, she said to them. Mona couldn’t think of anything to say and stared at the TV screen where a young French woman was shown being led into a large mansion by her lover and told to learn and desire the experiences she would be shown in the following days at the “Rosserie.” Mona watched as the woman “O” is stripped and whipped by masked men and chained to the wall in her room. In the darkness, Mona feels a hand on her knee and a whispered voice in her ear: ” We’re getting near the good parts, Mona my dear!’, Vanisa breathes. Mona watched the video silently in the dimly lighted room and wanted to get up and run out of the house, but it seemed that part of her wanted to see what her dinner partners were going to do. When the movie ended, Dr. Morrieau turned to Mona and brought out a pair of black leather wrist restraint-handcuffs. (Steel handcuffs with leather padding where the cuffs touched the wrists.) He snapped them on Mona and said: “Now my child, the real instruction begins!” Mona tried to say something in protest, but at the same time Vanisa began to unzip Mona’s dress in back. In a second, Mona’s “custom bra” was exposed and they were amused at her embarrassment and blushing when Vanisa called to her husband, “OH my dear, HOW very KINKY! Look dear at her darling pink nipples!” Quickly, with the Doctor holding Mona’s wrists, Vanisa unsnapped the strapless white brassiere and with a gleeful laugh, stripped it off and filled her hands with Mona’s full, firm breasts! Mona’s eyes opened wide and she screamed out loud: ” LET ME GO! YOU PERVERTED BITCH!” YOU’RE BOTH A PAIR OF PERVERTS!” Mona tried to tear herself free, but Vanisa held on tightly and pulled Mona close to her. “I’ve been wanting to see those magnificent, big tithes of yours all night, my dear! ……..and Rupert, they are indeed REAL!” Mona had turned a deeper shade of red as they struggled on the couch and she was angry and embarrassed; frightened and excited. The doctor pulled Mona to her feet and holding her arms above her head allowed Vanisa to completely disrobe the blonde woman. When she removed Mona’s white bikini panties, Vanisa remarked: “Ahhhh, you’re not a real blonde, are you?,” as the dark triangle of trimmed hair appeared. They let Mona keep on her dark thigh- high hose and her high heels. “Now we will retire to the “Training Room,” Rupert said as he led Mona downstairs into a wine cellar. Boris, the butler gathered up all of Mona’s clothing from the carpet and divan. Looking to see if anyone was watching, he took Mona’s white bikini panties and held them to his nose, before he stuffed them into his pants pocket. Mona was tied with a nylon rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling to her handcuffed wrists and the rope was pulled tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her arms were up over her head and her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples fully erect. Her rump was pushed out in back and a pair of stage lights illuminated the scene . “Excuse me, my dear, I need to change into something more appropriate. I’ll be right back!” The wine cellar was part wine cellar and part Dungeon! The walls were stone, with a high ceiling of heavy wood timbers. Mona hung from the rope and tied to see the wall to her left, as it appeared to be covered with tools and ropes… or whips. The wall was filled with a collection of bondage items; whips, paddles, gags and other restraints. Before she had time to study them, Vanisa came up to Mona and pulled her close, pressing her lips onto Mona’s mouth and thrusting her tongue deep into Mona’s mouth! Mona recoiled, trying to evade Vanisa’s advances. In a few minutes, Vanisa tired of Mona’s lips and moved lower. She captured Mona’s right nipple in her mouth and began sucking it with increasing suction. She kissed and sucked the breasts and nipples until Vanisa’s mouth grew tired. Mona struggled against the leather- clad woman and tried to resist her, but she allowed a moan of pleasure escape her mouth as Vanisa ran her tongue across her sensitive, tortured nipples. Dr. Morrieau returned wearing a black leather vest and a pair of long black leather skin- tight pants. He wore black boots with zippers along the sides and a small face mask. “NOW we can begin!” The servant carried a video camera and a tripod. “Your Master and Boss John Powers wants a full report of this weekend, Mona Dear. We will record the training sessions,” Rupert said. Boris helped the Doctor attach another pair of restrains around Mona’s ankles. The leather covered bands had a small pair of chains that were locked to a pair of rings set in the concrete floor. Mona’s feet were pulled apart and she heard the click of a padlock snapped into place, locking the chain to the ring. Boris did the same to Mona’s other ankle. Boris wore some black leather pants, black boots and was shirtless. His hairy chest visible to Mona as he stepped back into the shadows of the wine cellar and she also noted the large bulge of his cock beneath the thin leather. Vanisa brought out a pair of nipple clamps and after teasing and pinching Mona’s nipples so that they both were erect, she attached them to the tortured pink tips. Mona tried to shrink back, but she was held in the grip of the tight chains and she could only sway back an inch or so. Vanisa had a small silver chain that she attached to each clamp and she gave it a yank, pulling Mona’s breasts out, the nipples becoming pointed and sending a sharp wave of pain through her and bringing tears to her eyes. “Oooohhhh YOU BITCH WITCH!,” Mona screamed at her tormentor. “What are you doing this to me?,” Mona asked. Vanisa answered :” This is just part of the training that John Powers asked us to do for him, because he wants you to be his Sex Slave!… didn’t he tell you dear?,” Vanisa said and laughed at Mona’s shocked, surprised look. Before Mona could say another word, the Doctor appeared in front and showed Mona a wood paddle. It was an 18 inch long, 1/2 inch thick piece of wood with a carved handle. “This is my favorite one, Mona dear and it really gets your attention, as you will soon see… and feel! ,” he said as he steeped behind the woman hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread apart clad in black thigh-high lacy top stockings and wearing the black high heel pumps. For a second, Rupert studied the pinkish tan curves of Mona’s firm, cool rump and then he swung back and with all his might brought the paddle down across Mona’s trembling ass. Mona screamed and almost thrust herself free of her restraints. Before the red hot sheet of pain could fully engulf her, another blow was delivered to her round rump. Mona’s breasts were thrusting forward with each swat and she was pleading with the Doctor to stop. Between her screams and gasps, she was yelling: “Ooohhhh Please PLEASE! It HURTS SO……MUCH! AAaaaaeeeeeeEEE! OHH I CAN”T STAND IT!!! Oooohhhhhhh PLEASE “! Mona’s hair had fallen over her eyes and she was cover with sweat. Her rear was burning like fire and had developed a ruby glow; red marks criss-crossed her backside and the backs of her thighs. After about 15 minutes of spanking had taken place, the cellar was quiet except for the sounds of Mona softly crying and the Doctor as he panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mona hung from her wrists, completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath. Vanisa stepped out from watching her husband teach Mona about the value of the Paddle and held a small black leather whip. Many strands of leather strips had been plated together to form the handle. The length of the whip was about five feet and Vanisa took a position of about four feet in back of Mona. The whip first landed across Mona’s back, bringing a less vocal scream from her, but when Vanisa moved down to her thighs, Mona responded with louder screams. Vanisa ended the “training” with several whips to Mona’s breasts and after removing the clamps, took careful aim at her perfect nipples, which received several strokes of the stinging leathers. Mona was thoroughly worn out and was almost about ready to pass out. Rupert signalled to Boris and Mona was released from the chains and taken down. “Give her a hot bath and put her in the bedroom next door. Put her in an ankle chain before you lock the door,” the Doctor said, as he helped Vanisa put away the paddle and the whip.taboo porn sex photoMona lay face up on the bed, in the darkness of the room. She burned and ached in just about every part of her body. Her butt seemed to throb with every heartbeat and her poor nipples surely must have been torn from her breasts. A band of metal was locked around her right ankle and a medium sized chain ran from it up to a ring set in the ceiling. She could move off the bed to a toilet in the corner of the room if she wished, but the concrete floor was cold to her bare feet, so she remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out why the two people hated her so much and why the monster she worked for had done this to her. There was a small night light in the ceiling that allowed her to see somewhat. She could see that she was still completely nude and that except for the bed, chain and toilet, the room was bare. She lay for several minutes, trying to drift off into sleep, when she sensed that someone else was in the room. Suddenly, a body leaped on top of her and a cloth was forced into her mouth and tied tightly with a strip of cloth or a short piece of rope. Hands held her arms and Mona felt the coarse chest hair of a man press down onto her bare breasts and cause her nipples more pain. Boris had her wrists strapped to small rings that were located on either side of the bed and whispered to her: “Don’t struggle so……. I will not do you any harm. I just want you to know you have a friend here…….a friend who loves you and wants to ……make LOVE …….to You!” Mona tried to get his chest away from her very sensitive nipples and answered him with a “Un Huh!,” but with the gag in place, it came out as a muffled, “Um mmmm.” Was this really happening to her? Or was she dreaming it all? Before she could think another thought, she felt fingers at her breasts, touching them, then cupping both of the “D cup” mounds and then pinching the tender erecting tips. His lips covered each of her nipples now and Mona tightly shut her eyes, expecting more pain, but this time his warm, wet tongue soothed her and it felt good for a change. Boris continued his sucking and kissing until he felt his cock become fully erect and then he quickly pressed it toward Mona’s moist pussy lips and swiftly inserted it fully into her. Mona gasped and she tried to arch her back, but only succeeded to flatten her round breasts against the man’s chest. Now he was beginning to thrust the hard penis deeper and slowly withdraw it in steady, even strokes, forcing Mona to emit a gasp as he pressed in and a moan of pleasure as he brought his manhood almost out of her. After several minutes of this, where only the sounds to be heard were the moans and gasps coming from Mona and some sounds from Boris and the bed creaking……he felt her muscles gripping his staff increase their pressure and his balls were beginning to tighten up; his orgasm swiftly approaching. Then he heard Mona let out a muffled “UuuuMmmmmmmmmmmm! ,” just as he felt the explosion like spasm empty his sperm into her. In the weeks that followed, Mona was whipped when she did not follow orders and she was instructed in various ways to please her Master ; Doctor Rupert and her real Master ; John Powers. She was allowed to dine with her teachers, dressed in a black silk cape that was attached to a thin black leather collar around her neck. The cape was as long as Mona but she was told to never allow the cloth to conceal her round breasts and rosy nipples and if she failed to do this, she was whipped and/or spanked that night. The hair covering her pussy lips was shaved by Boris and observed by Rupert and Vanisa one night, while they all drank champagne and laughed at Mona as she blushed and hung her head in shame during the ordeal. While Rupert held Mona’s arms from behind her, with Mona sitting in a straight chair, the servant applied the warm shave cream and used a safety razor, while Vanisa poured the champagne and studied the operation closely. After Boris was finished, Vanisa grabbed the towel away from Boris and cleaned the left over shave cream from Mona’s belly and her open thighs. When her slick slit appeared, free of any protection, Vanisa brought her lips close and kissed her pussy, laughing: “Oh Mona Dear……now you’re really sweet enough to eat”! Mona blushed deeper and looked down, saying nothing. Boris continued to visit Mona at night, in her room and he unlocked the chain from her ankle during the time he made love to her. Mona hated these meetings at first but as the weeks passed, she began to look forward to the servant’s gentle touch and his large, firm cock that filled her completely and gave her many powerful orgasms, that caused her to scream out and to loose control of her mind as she experienced the waves of pleasure roll over her as they both came at the same time. The day that Mona left her Instructors and was delivered back to her boss; John Powers, was both a sad and joyful day. Mona was dressed in a tight black mini dress with a low neckline. Her legs were encased in grey thigh high, lace top hose and her shoes were open toed black leather with 5 inch heels. Mona wore a black bra with the tips cut out so that her nipples were slightly visible beneath the taunt cloth. When she walked, her heavy breasts swung a little and bounced if she walked fast, to the joy of any male eyes that might be watching her. Her breasts and belly had been perfumed and her black bikini panties had been scented with a perfume that Powers liked. Her hair had been done and she wore a pair of new pearl earrings. Her lips were fixed with a deep red lipstick and her eyelids done with a light blue shade, she felt very beautiful…….and she was. On her wrist was a black leather bracelet with a silver chain on the outside. Mona had been taught to keep her head bowed and her eyes down when confronting her Master/Boss and not to look directly at him, unless she was spoken to. She was given a white apron to put on and told to serve coffee to Powers and several of his vice-presidents at a meeting that took place at 1:00. She had been instructed to lean low when serving the coffee to the men, so that they might get a nice view of her full breasts as they reached for the coffee cups and not to resist, if a hand brushed a breast or fingers should pinch her nipples. She had been instructed to never say “No” and she would even bare her breasts to a man if he should ask her and if he asked Powers first! Mona had stopped being embarrassed at these things and seldom blushed now, but she still felt like the things that were happening to her, were happening to some other person, and she was watching it all……as if she were watching a foreign movie.sex photoMona was driven to Powers home that evening and followed him inside the dark mansion to her room, where she was told to unpack her small suitcase and “make herself at Home”! On the bed was a short black dress, black mesh hose, black high heel shoes and a white apron; all new and just her size; a “French Maid’s Outfit.” “This will be your new home, Mona and you will be the new maid for my wife and myself. I have a man servant also. His name is Peters. He will help you during your stay with me. He will assist me, if you need discipline and correcting. You will not wear any underwear, unless you get my permission FIRST, and you will not have any sex with anyone but ME! Now put on the maid’s uniform and help Peters server dinner to Vanisa and myself, downstairs in 5 minutes,” Powers said. Mona watched him leave the room and began undressing. A tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek, followed by another… and another. She was soon nude, except for the black leather bracelet that was locked in place… it would never be removed, just as she could never leave this house. The End