by David James
Instinctively he put his tongue out and into the thatch of wiry curls, and he felt her tense as she experienced the pleasure of feeling his tongue engage with the lips of her sex. She lifted her leg and rested her foot on the edge of the table, turning so his tongue could insert its slick smoothness further into her already wet and creamy vagina. It was actually the first time he had ever properly tasted the glorious, slightly sweet and warm bitterness of vaginal secretions. He lapped avidly at the rich and luscious slit that provided sensations that were beyond anything he had either experienced or even dreamed of. She moved around him, lifted herself onto the table, and lifting both feet to the edge, leaned back on her haunches. The movement automatically parted her knees and thighs, and on opening his eyes to see what might next be expected of him, he was faced with a wide, gaping chasm of bright, succulent, dripping pink flesh into which he wanted to bury himself. She held his head in her hands and drew him towards her and suddenly he felt his mouth glued to the lips of her cunt, sucking her with his tongue pressing deep into her. She gasped but pulled his head back and raised it so that his mouth was slightly higher and aimed precisely at the swollen mound in the centre of the slick crack between her vagina and her thatch.
‘Lick me... here,’ she whispered huskily.
He allowed himself to be pulled closer and tentatively touched with the tip of his tongue what he realised was her clitoris. He stroked the hard little protuberance gently with his tongue and was rewarded with a shudder of enjoyment and approval that shook her body. He pressed his tongue harder against her, expecting an increased response, but she tugged his hair viciously back and he yelped with pain.
‘No!’ she released the pressure and stroked his hair. ‘Gently, slowly, lightly... pretend you want to tickle me,’ she explained. He felt a rush of warmth for her; he was being tutored in the art of sexual stimulation and he wanted to learn.
He tried again, and this time was rewarded with an extended shudder of pleasure as her hips writhed, although she still kept her clitoris in just the right position for his tongue.
He opened his eyes as he licked her, and beneath the tent of her skirt he saw her rounded tummy tensing and retracting, the muscles clearly outlined as the spasms built up through her body. He rolled his tongue around her clit and watched in amazement at the unbelievable rise and fall of her stomach as she reached a shattering climax. He stopped, thinking that she had finished, but she gripped his hair and made it absolutely clear that she wanted him to continue. The incredible muscle spasms began again and he saw the sucking in of her stomach showing the clear outline of her muscles, ribs and diaphragm as she came again - and then again. His chin was wet with the running secretions from her cunt, and as he brought his mouth and sucked the area of her clitoris gently he realised he was swallowing not only her thick cream but also the salty, sour, light liquid of the urine that had seeped from her urethra.
She slipped off the table and pulled him upright by his hair. She was not tall so she tugged him down to her mouth and kissed him, her tongue probing his and sucking her own juices into her mouth. His cock was already on the point of coming when she reached down and he heard the zip of his trousers being opened. Her cool hand slid inside his boxer shorts. It was enough - he exploded in her hand, the spunk spurting, filling her palm and wetting his jeans, and he realised the fabric of her skirt too.
‘You naughty boy,’ she hissed. ‘You will have to pay for that.’ She withdrew her hand and lifted it to his face. ‘Clean up, my lad.’
After the initial shock he realised that it was something he actually wanted, so he did it, licking around and through her fingers until every last drop of his cum had been removed.
She dropped her hand to his cock once again and quite gently pulled him towards the hall. As they reached the first step to the bedrooms he hesitated, but not for long. She began to squeeze his balls and kept squeezing and pulling until he followed. Upstairs, she slipped out of her clothes and stood before him. her large, heavy breasts fell against her body, with the nipples pointing down, not standing out as he had imagined they would. She came towards him and unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt and slipped his jeans and shorts off. She pushed him, quite roughly, back against the bed. As he fell back he knew his cock was once again swollen and almost fully rigid.
‘Lie down,’ she commanded.
His legs were still hung over the edge of the bed and his head approximately in the middle. She stepped onto the bed and stood over him.
‘Arms by your sides.’
He moved his arms, and looking up he could see the length of her legs above him culminating at the dark red edge of her slit surrounded by the thick black hair. She dropped to her knees and his mouth was once again pressed against her crack. She wriggled forward and slid her cunt over his face so that he could feel the swelling of her clitoris rubbing across his lips and slipping between them. She pressed on him quite hard, arching her back as he felt the muscles of her pelvic floor tensing to suck his tongue further inside her. She began to breathe harder, but then quite suddenly swung around so that she was facing the other way. She bent forward and gripped his thighs and continued to move backwards and forwards. Now, although his mouth was still glued to her cunt, she was rubbing her clitoris against his chin and his nose was pressed into the tight ring of her anus.
She moaned softly as she began to use him for her own pleasure. He sucked as hard as he could, wanting her to be pleased with him. She ground herself down on his mouth and he could feel the waves of tension flow through her body as she came, before she slowed and held her body tense as she allowed her surges of enjoyment to gradually subside. Then she settled herself more comfortable on him and grasped his cock. He would have liked to come inside her, but he had no chance or choice. She moved her hands up and down his dry cock, pulling so he felt a harsh tearing sensation along the edge of skin attaching his prepuce to his cock as the free covering of flesh was dragged back down towards the base of his penis. He was torn between wanting some sort of lubrication and the immense pleasure he was experiencing from the pain and rawness of his cock. Again he did not last long and suddenly there was plenty of lubrication as he shot jets of spunk high into the air. It spattered her breasts and collected in a sticky pool on his stomach as he subsided.
‘Very good, but you came too quickly and made a mess. You have to wait until I tell you you can come.’
He nodded, still buried between her legs.
‘I will have to teach you a lesson. Open your mouth and don’t you dare spill a single drop.’
He did as he was told, having no idea what to expect until he suddenly sensed, smelled and tasted her salty, sour urine filling his mouth. He almost choked but managed to begin to swallow as the flow increased. Her piss was strong and he was sure, rich and dense. The flow slowed and then ceased.
‘Lick me clean.’
He sucked willingly before she raised her thighs, scooping up the puddle of spunk from his chest and turning around so that he could lick her hand clean.
‘Now all this,’ she gestured to the flecks and rivulets of his juices that had spattered her front.
He licked her spotless, savouring the hollow of her belly and sucking the profuse hair that sprang from her crotch, and took the opportunity to take her full and luscious nipples into his mouth for the first time.
‘Run me a bath,’ she then ordered, and he did so, soaping and washing her, and as she rose from the water he gently dried her. Apart from having had the first thoroughly satisfactory experience of his life, he was in heaven as he patted her down, drawing the towel between her legs, softly drying the secret area. She allowed him to bathe using the same warm water, and then he was instructed to make the bed, clear up and get on with the decorating.
Because her husband was usually at home it was not an experience that was repeated, but it filled and fuelled his dreams and fantasies until he finally met the w
oman who would become his real life Mistress.
He desperately wanted to be taken by her again but his relationship with Anne had resulted in her first pregnancy, despite the unsatisfactory nature of their sex, so he was absorbed in the technicalities of marriage, finding somewhere to live and worrying about earning enough money and caring for their son while they completed their studies. It would be some years before the next stage of his education towards full sex slavedom came his way.
Chapter Three
At the beginning of his marriage he tried to interest Anne in at least taking the lead during their lovemaking, but she was reluctant to experiment, and he came to the conclusion she did not have the imagination to cope with the ideas he tried to put forward. As a successful accountant she spent the day having to make decisions and exercise control. She did not want to be creative or imaginative in the evening or overnight. He had begun work at a large store on leaving school and had found his niche firstly as an assistant in the women’s wear department, then when Anne’s mother was promoted, as a buyer and then, on her retirement, as manager. It suited him well and being surrounded by women’s clothes and underwear fuelled his fantasies, although the fact that he worked closely with Anne’s mother meant even though sexual opportunities were offered by several of his colleagues of all ages, he was not able to take advantage of them.
The marriage was never really happy. Even when they had a place of their own, small and cramped though it was, sex was seldom satisfactory. Neither could really come to terms with or understand the other, and although to outsiders they were a happy and attractive couple, the marriage was soon little more than a responsible partnership held together partly because of the two children and partly because it was more trouble to separate. He provided his share for his family and was successful in his work, but both knew each was discontent even though they would not have described themselves as unhappy.
Over time they had sex even less often, and the fantasies that replaced the real thing and accompanied his masturbation were almost always of Joan and the few hours of intense sexual excitement she had given him. He tried to imitate the pain of those few hours but could not do so fully. He did gradually learn the pleasures of cock, ball and nipple torture. When he was occasionally on his own, with Anne safely out of the way at a late meeting, a conference or with friends, he developed an elaborate ritual to try to recapture those ecstatic moments. He had to improvise and it was not the same, but he found he could use the spring-loaded clips of skirt hangers to clamp his nipples. By fastening an elastic band around the hook of the hanger and then around his balls he could suffer unanticipated levels of pain when he masturbated, for the sharp tugs as his nipples were pulled and stretched as he writhed were then as unexpected as they were agonising. Later he began to use elastic bands on his cock and balls. He would double loop a band around his balls so they were stretched tight underneath his cock. Then he would double loop two more bands around each of his testicles so they stood out like ripe plums ready to burst. Then he looped more bands tightly around the base of his cock. He found that by tying several bands together he could wrench his balls back between his thighs, the band cutting deep in the crack of his bottom leaving his cock straining straight and horizontal away from his body, ready to be abused by his hands swathed in thick rubber gloves. Occasionally he would use cold cream as a lubricant, but he generally preferred the coarse roughness of the rubber tearing at the tender flesh of his shaft as he brought himself off.
He learned to rescue laddered tights from the bin and bury them inconspicuously at the bottom of the laundry basket. He would make a small nick in the fine fabric, pull them on and force his swelling cock through the tiny hole. The fine threads would cut into his shaft as he hardened and he would masturbate roughly until his spunk jetted into the air. What he most regretted that he could not do was to lick up his spunk after he had come. He needed someone to tell him to do it. He always promised himself that he would, and he wanted to whilst masturbating, but never did.
He and Anne eventually agreed, amicably, to divorce, but not before there was one further occasion that directed him towards slavery. His manager, Anne’s mother, was taken ill and he had to deputise for her for several weeks. He was virtually never away on his own, so although it was clearly not at his level, a buyer’s conference in Thailand required a presence from the company. As other senior managers were unavailable there was no one else that could go. It was interesting, and having been briefed by Anne’s mother from her hospital bed, he was able to make a contribution.
It was hot, too. But he enjoyed the sites and smells of Bangkok. It’s musty, fruity warmth enveloped him and played tricks with his senses out in the street, while the crisp air conditioning of his hotel and the immaculate service allowed him to relax as he almost never did at home. The hotel was excellent in every respect and he began to enjoy the atmosphere of the extensive and luxurious public rooms and friendliness of the other delegates. In the bar on the final evening he was told that several of the other delegates had been to a local massage parlour, where they had not just been massaged but had been pleasured by beautiful women. It was not overtly sexual he was told, but Thai massage was very thorough and he began to feel that it might be both enjoyable and painful enough to excite him. The thought of it energized him. He asked for directions and left the bar to an assortment of ribald comments that normally would have embarrassed him, but for once he rather enjoyed.
The entrance to the parlour was small and clean. A lovely Thai girl with long, jet-black hair that swung over her shoulders and snaked down her back asked him what length of ‘treatment’ he wanted. Did he want a straightforward massage or did he desire any ‘extras’. She explained the price structure and without entirely understanding what they were, he selected all of them and an hour-long session. He was led along a long white corridor with a number of quiet, darkened rooms on either side. She showed him into one with a large low mattress on the floor and gave him a wrap-around robe that he was to change into. He undressed, wrapped the robe around him and sat on the small stool. A few moments later two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen walked into the room. They were both dressed in similar robes to the one he was wearing; dark-red silk with a tie belt. The taller girl gently pulled him to his feet by placing her hand underneath his chin and guiding him to stand. She reached out to the tie and slipped the robe from his shoulders to the floor. She looked down and saw his cock was already beginning to swell.
She raised her eyes and looked at him. He saw a slight but unmistakeable smile hover around her lips. Her shorter but still beautifully-built companion watched from behind her. Both allowed their robes to slip to the floor revealing that they wore nothing more than matching dark red tangas that barely covered their pubes. Both pairs of breasts were small but in proportion, and were full and enticing with proud nipples surrounded by deeper pigmented aureoles. He wanted to feel them against his flesh. As they turned he saw the thin strip of material of the tangas sensuously disappearing between the rounded cheeks of their bottoms.
‘Lie down, please,’ the taller of the two said in a beautifully soft Thai accent.
‘Face down... if you can.’ She smiled at her joke for his penis was now rigid. He lay down, deliberately allowing his cock to be pressed uncomfortably downwards rather than tucked against his stomach. He was acutely aware that as he was looked at from above, with his legs slightly parted his cock could be seen, long and rigid, between his thighs. The girls crawled onto the bed and began to massage him, using smooth baby oil. From his feet, up his calves, knees and thighs they dug deep into his skin, moving his muscles and his flesh in a way that provided a delicious agony of pressure and pain. As they worked he occasionally felt the brush of a breast against his skin as they moved up his body, one working on each thigh, and he could feel his cock bursting as they appeared to inadvertently touch its tip with successive strokes.
One leant on his buttocks
and the other on his shoulders as they began work on his back. His muscles screamed and relaxed alternatively as the two girls worked their strong hands into his flesh. His arms and shoulders received the same treatment before he was told to turn over. His penis sprang up, but for the moment at least it was ignored. The girls began to work on the upper surfaces of his thighs, occasionally brushing against his cock.
The taller one massaged his chest and he felt himself tense as she worked her hands into the sensitive areas around his nipples. She noticed the increased stiffening of his cock as she brushed past his nipples and began to rub around the aureoles with her finger, before squeezing sharply. She beckoned to her partner, who joined her on the other side. She held his right nipple between her forefinger and thumb, smiled and looked at him questioningly.
He nodded. They bent over as one and took his nipples into their mouths. He felt them suck on their thickness and felt their teeth caress them. A hand crept down to his cock and firmly held the shaft, squeezing and moving very slowly up and down while another caressed his head and grasped his hair. As if on a signal one hand gripped his cock tightly, the other caught fingers in his hair, then quite unexpectedly both girls bit deep into his nipples, hard enough, he felt for sure, to make the blood flow. He arched his back and writhed in ecstasy but he could not move, trapped as he was between the grip on his shaft and the hand wrapped in his hair.
His cock was bursting with spunk, and as the girls’ teeth nipped into his flesh he could not restrain himself and felt the hot, thick fluid rising from his loins and jetting in the air while the girls continued to wank him agonisingly, even though he was totally drained. In the final throes of his climax he opened his eyes and saw the taller girl’s gleaming black hair spotted with his thick cream and her hand covered in his spunk. The smaller giggled.