‘You could say that,’ I explained. ‘She’s very submissive, likes me giving her orders. It turns her on. She never speaks...she just obeys.’
‘Wow!’ Amy said, ‘That’s pretty weird. How did you find this bitch?’
‘Met her online; on one of those Fetish sites I go on,’ I said.
Amy asked, ‘Does she wanna meet us?’
‘Sure, I’ve already discussed it with her.’ I said.
When Meredith returned from NYC, her rubber cat-suit had arrived from the makers in Germany. She first wore it for me at The George Hotel in Richmond, where we stayed for the weekend. The cat-suit covered her entire body and the hood most of her face. I asked her how it felt and she said, ‘It's as though I’m in a soft, dark, cave...’ Only her mouth and eyes showed through slits in the hood. ‘You’re totally unrecognisable in that outfit,’ I said. I kissed her and fondled her slinky body. Her big breasts looked amazing, the nipples bulging so wantonly against the shiny black latex. There were Velcro flaps strategically placed where her nipples, genitals and anus were located for easy access. I fucked every one of her holes when she was dressed in that rubber latex outfit and boots. She was red and sweaty when I eventually finished with her, late in the evening. I smoothed back her matted blonde hair and said, while we shared a bath together, ‘I’ve found a cute teenage girl we can play with. She loves kink. Wouldn’t it be cool to play with another female?’
‘Yes, sir, I’m ready for that, definitely,’ Meredith said, a light in her blue-green eyes. ‘I’d love to experience another woman with you, sir, share your big cock with her. Mmm, maybe you can you set it up for next weekend: We could come here again, if you like?’
‘Sure, I’ll talk to her and see if she’s available,’ I said.
‘What’s her name?’ Meredith asked.
‘Sandy,’ I said.
‘How do you know her?’ Meredith asked.
‘Oh you know, on the scene, the music biz is full of horny little sluts!’ I explained.
‘You aren’t seeing her for sex, are you, sir?’ Meredith asked; a worried, jealous, look on her beautiful face.
‘Be cool,’ I said, ‘I’m gonna see her with you, that’s all, okay!’
‘Alright, sir,’ Meredith said and kissed me hard.
•
A day or two later, I spoke with Amy about the ‘other woman’ I had in mind for a threesome with us.
‘I’ve set it up for next Friday. Is that cool with you?’ I asked her.
‘Cool, yeah, great Andy, should be a blast!’ she said.
Friday came along.
I got a cab to The George Hotel with Amy. ‘I’ve told this older slut that your name is Sandy. Don’t wanna use your real name, do we, just in case?’
‘No, I suppose not. This is such fun Andy, all this secrecy and stuff, it’s very cool!’ Amy said and squeezed my hand.
I picked up a pass to the room on the way in and we went up to the room number 27. On the bed in front of us was a female figure entirely encased in head-to-toe rubber, complete with hood and long leather boots: The woman was tied to the four corners of the bed with white bondage rope and had a ball gag in her mouth from which protruded a stubby black rubber dildo.
‘Hey, you,’ I said to the motionless woman on the bed, ‘I’ve brought young ‘Sandy’ along. She’s only nineteen, but she’s very horny and up for it. Are you ready for some hard action?’
Her eyes were covered by a tight rubber mask. The woman nodded. Amy stripped naked and whispered softly, ‘Wow! The old bitch certainly has some big jugs on her.’ She scrambled on top of the rubber figure and started fondling the rubber encased orbs, pulling back the Velcro strips and exposing both erect pink nipples, before giving them both a good lick and suck. The woman made some muffled groans as Amy knelt low and licked her helpless cunt.
‘Mmm...She tastes nice and peachy!’ Amy said with a loud giggle.
The woman struggled against her bonds and groaned loudly.
‘She fuckin loves it!’ I said, mauling her tits and pinching the nipples until she howled through the gag.
‘Can I sit on that thing, Andy?’ Amy asked, pointing to the dildo sticking out of the rubber woman’s mouth.
‘Sure,’ I said with a smile, ‘that’s what it’s for. Get on it and ride that dirty bitch’s face!’
The woman howled even more as Amy sat right down on the dildo, taking it deep in her hot young cunt, Cupid’s juices flowing down the shaft onto the woman’s lips. She thrashed about crazily as Amy bounced up and down.
‘See, look how horny she is for you to do that!’ I said, slapping the rubber covered tits, hard, with my belt.
‘Ugh!’ The rubber woman squealed, her lips covered in Amy’s copious secretions.
I stripped and stood over Amy and the prone rubber slut. My cock rammed in and out of Amy’s cute mouth and soon drool was hanging from her chin onto her perky breasts. ‘Mm, Mm, Mmm!’ she moaned as she sucked me and rocked about on the face-dildo, soaking the helpless woman under her.
‘This bitch is probably old enough to be your mum, you know that?’ I said, taking my prick from Amy’s mouth.
‘Fuck yes, I suppose she is,’ she said, riding up and down, even faster, on the dildo now. ‘Y'know, I’ve always fancied my mum. She’s sooh hot! I’d definitely go to bed with her, if she was into it. Not much chance of that though, you’ve seen what a prude she is.’
I laughed and said, ‘Yeah, she’d never go for something like this, would she?’
Amy gasped and said, ‘No! No chance! She’d think this was depraved and evil, the silly old cow!!’
‘She doesn’t know what she’s missing,’ I said, pinching the rubber woman’s clitoris hard. Her hips attempted to rise, but were prevented by the tight white ropes holding her down. She squealed and screamed through the gag and I laughed at her pain.
‘Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, Andy!’ Amy squealed. She shook violently, her breasts jiggling about and her fingers tugging on the erect nipples of the rubber slut underneath her. ‘Oh, my God, that’s sooh good...sooh fuckin good!’ Amy screamed as her orgasm ebbed and flowed, whilst she slowed down her fuck rhythm to a slow deep grind on the rubber woman’s face.
I removed the mask from the rubber woman’s eyes and looked into them as I mounted her cunt, stabbing in deep through the open Velcro flap. Her eyes looked wild and amazed. Amy was rubbing the woman’s acorn-sized clit in little circles and saying, ‘Her cunt looks so comfortable around your dick, Andy. Is it?’
I looked behind me at Amy and said, ‘Yeah, it feels like a nice velvet glove around my cock.’
Amy giggled and asked, ‘Tighter than mine?’
‘No, of course not,’ I said, ‘She’s an old whore, you’re a young one; you’re bound to be tighter.’
‘Cool, shall I lick her while you fuck her?’ Amy asked.
‘Go ahead,’ I told her. ‘Have you licked any pussy before?’
‘A few girls at college and at school, yeah. I’m pretty open sexually, I’ll fuck anyone, of any sex, if I fancy them,’ she told me.
The rubber woman made a loud groan and her eyes flared as Amy’s mouth covered her clit. ‘She loves you doing that, I can tell,’ I said. The rubber woman made a loud howl through the gag and I laughed, licking her stretched lips and kissing away all the drool that had accumulated around them. The fuck was fast and furious, with Amy rimming my arsehole and sucking my balls during it, as well as kissing the rubber woman’s pussy throughout. The woman’s eyes were misty with excitement at the helpless predicament she was in.
I yelled, ‘Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot!’ and pulled my dick out of her soaking wet cunt and straddled her big rubber tits. My pearly ejaculate spurted all over her hood, beads of milky semen glistening on the shiny black latex. Amy came up level with my cock and kissed the woman’s mask as I shot the last of my semen onto it. She scooped up a mouthful of cum from the mask and swallowed it. ‘I worship your spunk, Andy,’ she sighed: Echoes of
her mother.
We left after about an hour. ‘She doesn’t like to talk, or reveal herself,’ I explained to Amy when she enquired about the woman’s identity.
‘I dunno. Maybe she’s famous, who knows?’ I joked. The woman gave me a nervous glance through the latex slits, her eyes pleading with me.
After dropping Amy off, I returned to The George Hotel and untied the rubber woman from the bed. She got up and stretched her limbs and ripped the gag from her mouth, followed by the hood. ‘Young Master, you are sooh evil!’ Meredith giggled, breaking into a laugh after saying it.
‘I love your deviancy, sir.’
I hugged her tight and we kissed. She said after the kiss: ‘I hate to admit it, but that was one of THE horniest things that has ever happened to me...I must be a totally sick woman, revelling in something like that!’
‘Yeah, you do have a sickness, you nasty whore!’ I said. ‘It’s called nymphomania!’
We both laughed.
‘Now get on your knees, you slut. I’m gonna do you in your arse, very hard. You deserve it, for what you just did with your daughter.’
Chapter 5
About a year after Mrs Meredith Wall and I started our unusual affair, Amy, her pretty blonde nineteen-year-old daughter, left London to study politics at Oxford’s Balliol College. She still hadn’t cottoned on that she’d inadvertently broken one of life's major taboos (incest with her mum) and that I, in a cunning way, had engineered it. She would’ve gone completely mental if she’d known that her mother actually encouraged me in this and that we’d repeated the threesome with the hooded and anonymous ‘rubber woman’ on several other occasions. On the last occasion, Meredith had been immobilized in rubber bondage while we both used her as a ‘bed’ to fuck on top of. She even did an ass-to-mouth on my cock when I pulled it from Amy’s shithole after I’d fucked it. How deviant and nasty is that? Things were getting depraved my friends, very depraved...and Meredith was more than the measure of it.
It’s strange when you love someone so completely mentally and physically, how all your secret perversions and kinks become a part of their sexual landscape too. It just seems to happen by osmosis. That happened between Meredith and I. We fed off each other’s desires and entered some decidedly dark and weird realms, concluding in some really wild, off-the-wall, scenes.
A month after Amy left London. Meredith called me and said she had to see me at her office in Richmond, after hours, said it was urgent. So, I rode my mountain bike over there and got to see her just after the rush hour at 6:30 P.M. She looked tense and not her usual playful self.
‘What’s up?’ I asked, going over and putting an arm around her, my fingers cupping her right breast’s tip.
‘Look at this, Andy,’ she explained in a serious tone of voice. ‘I found this downloaded on Peter’s computer, today. He'd obviously forgotten to password protect his PC.’ She then touched a shoved a memory stick in the USB port of on her Mac-Air laptop. The stick glowed red and soon various images came on the screen, all in QuickTime format.
‘Whoa, that’s totally filthy!’ I said, hardly believing what I was seeing on the screen.
‘He’s obviously been doing this for ages, the pervert!’ Meredith said with a cynical laugh.
We watched some more of the action. Her husband, Peter Wall, a successful lawyer in his early fifties, a pink, overweight, well-fed, piggy kind of man, with receding dark hair, was kneeling naked, with just leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, before a very pretty slim brunette. She was wearing a black leather under-bust corset and knee-high leather boots with six-inch heels. Her pale, gothic, body, was covered in tattoos and piercings. She looked late-twenties. I’ve gotta say I found her very sexually exciting, but of course I didn’t tell Meredith that.
The woman turned around and put her hands on her knees. She pushed her tiny bottom right in Mr Wall’s chubby, pink, face. ‘Lick my dirt, you bastard!’ she shouted. Peter lapped at her puckered brown anal opening like a dog, his fingers parting her tight buns and shoving his face right in there. You could hear his noisy licking quite clearly.
Did I forget to mention that Peter’s face and upper body was covered in hand-daubs of shit? It was. What a disgustingly filthy sight! Suddenly, Meredith groaned, ‘Oh my God!’ and a small turd slid from the brunette Domme’s arsehole and Peter sucked it clear of the sphincter, using his mouth and fingers. He handled it and savoured it as though it was fine Swiss chocolate. Looking up at the Domme and while she shouted, ‘Go on you fuckin pig, eat it!’ he chewed the turd to a pulp and swallowed it.
‘Jesus fuckin Christ,’ I yelled, ‘that’s seriously sick!’
Meredith and I watched in horror as Mr Wall licked the brunette Mistress's dirty arse-crack totally clean.
‘Oh, my God! That’s sooh nasty!’ I said.
‘Oh, it gets much worse, Andy,’ Meredith told me. ‘Later...she feeds him shit from a big silver spoon, with him dressed up as a fuckin baby, would you believe! It’s vile. He’s clearly more depraved than I thought he was.’
‘Sounds that way,’ I said, feeling queasy.
‘So how does this masterpiece of home-cinema conclude?’ I asked.
Meredith laughed cynically. ‘She pisses her entire bladder on him and he rolls around in a lake of shit, puke and piss, finally licking the filthy floor as she whips him with a leather flogger.’
‘That’s pretty far out!’ I said, half in admiration for the daringness of the act, rather than for what it actually was.
I added: ‘Peter must be a very extreme slave. Didn’t he ever ask you to do things like that to him when you were still screwing together?’
‘No,’ Meredith said, shaking her head. ‘He was mister-one-fuck-a-week, him on top, me hardly feeling his little cigarette dick in my pussy. He’d always cum too quickly, without satisfying me. I grew to hate him.’
‘He must’ve done something that aroused your suspicions that he was kinky, surely?’ I asked.
Meredith thought for a moment. ‘Well, come to think of it, he was unusually fascinated when I’d been to the toilet in the morning in our en-suite bathroom. He’d always go in there after I'd taken a poop and be in there for ages. He must’ve liked the smell of my shit, I suppose.’
‘His obsessions obviously explain the lack of sex between you,’ I ventured, '...considering how perverted he is with that Domme whore in the movie.'
‘Yes,’ Meredith agreed. ‘He’s obviously into complete degradation and humiliation. Funny thing is, if he’d asked me, during the early days of our marriage, to do kinky things like that with him, I probably would’ve done. I really loved him once.’
I nodded. ‘Yes, you’re not exactly little Miss Innocent yourself, are you?’
Meredith giggled and said, ‘No, of course not. That’s what bothers me. We’re quite alike in many ways, it seems.’
I said, ‘Be rational about this. You wouldn’t have married the guy if you weren’t alike in some areas, would you? But, at least you have boundaries, Watersports is one thing, you wouldn't eat someone else’s shit, would you?’
I was quite hoping she’d say yes.
‘No I suppose not,’ Meredith said, unconvincingly.
‘I think you’re fascinated by that final great taboo,’ I told her.
‘To be truthful, I suppose I am,’ Meredith confessed. ‘You know me sooh well, Andy, don’t you?’
‘Of course I do, isn’t that what Master’s are for?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ Meredith agreed. ‘Oh, I’m sooh glad I have you. I’d have gone insane if you hadn’t rescued me from a life of boredom and frustration.’
‘You have an amazing life compared with a lot of people,’ I told her, knowing how easy it is for rich people to fall into a poor-me kind of self-pity, when they really have no reason to.
‘...So enjoy every moment of it, before you die.’
‘You’re right, sir. Peter’s kinks are his own. I have no reason to be angry, do I?’ Meredith suggested
.
‘No you don’t,’ I said firmly. ‘Your old man’s a pervert, into filthy, disgusting, sex games...sooh fuckin what? Many people are perv’s, secretly. You don't screw Peter anymore, so what’s the problem?’
Meredith looked at me. ‘No, sir...Sexually, I'm not bothered about it at all...I'm certainly NOT jealous. I don’t even fancy Peter anymore, but that beautiful woman in the movie...I know her.’
My interest increased, ‘How? How do you know her?’ I asked.
‘She’s Peter’s PA at his law firm – her name’s Alicia Clarke.’
‘You think she has an angle, apart from using Peter as her pet pig?’ I asked.
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