“His cock?” The hard k sounds exploded in her ear as Sheena pressed a little harder against Meredith’s clit. Mmm…Yes, this was exactly what she wanted.
“If you open your eyes, you’ll see something even better,” Sheena encouraged.
Meredith’s pussy twinged exultantly at the sight of her favorite blond kneeling on Ash’s low Muskoka chair. Behind him stood Sheena’s darling husband, guiding his gleaming, sheathed cock. Just the sight of Ash grasping the base of his shaft, directing it into Richard’s twitching hole, had Meredith clasping unashamedly at her own breasts. Oh, to feel a wet tongue licking them, a warm mouth sucking them. The desire overwhelmed her, but Sheena was distracted, so she lifted her nipples up to her lips and licked them herself.
What an excellent view she had from that angle, of Ash’s thick brown cock as it issued its first tentative penetration of Richard’s tight ass. Would that feel as incredible as Richard made it look? Her abdomen hopped like someone was skipping pebbles across it. What luck to have two hunks performing a live sex show right before her eyes. All she had to do was lie there and let the lovely Sheena’s expert hand tease her clit.
Weak in the knees, hobbling backwards, Meredith fell into Sheena’s lap on the bench near Joyce. She struggled to keep her eyes open, with her mound under ecstatic siege by those frenzied fingers. She wanted so badly to watch Ash’s strong thighs tense with each thrust. The men’s bodies gleamed in the summer sun. She could have licked them all over. Sheena rubbed her so fast that little hand seemed to disappear into her slit. Meredith’s buttocks clenched of their own volition. Her pussy clasped, and her eyes glazed over. The tangy scent of sex rested on the still summer air.
“There’s nothing hotter than seeing your husband fucking another man,” Sheena gushed. “It makes him look so powerful, don’t you think?”
“Uh-huh,” Meredith agreed, though she wasn’t really listening. Entranced by the smooth, writhing muscles in Ash’s back, arms, legs and butt, she felt an electric shock rising up her spine.
“Rub harder,” she grunted.
As Sheena stroked even faster, Meredith pressed her pussy up against that small hand, alternating between straight and circular motions. Harder! As Ash thrust with increased voracity, Sheena grabbed Meredith’s breast and harangued it with an assault of licks and kisses. Too much pleasure! Impossible to stay put. Lifting her pelvis skyward against Sheena’s pleasure-giving hand, Meredith brought her thighs closer together, compounding her delight.
The more pleasure she felt, the higher Meredith raised her mound, until she was no longer seated in Sheena’s lap. Her hands pressed flat against the bench. Tiptoes and twitching calf muscles supported her lower body. Wet fingers rubbed vertically, in and out of her slit. Her breasts heaved. The harder she pressed her mound against Sheena’s fervent fingers, the more sensation she felt against her clit. Did June Cleaver ever beat her beaver? The image was too hilarious.
When Sheena took Meredith’s sensitive nipple into the warmth of her mouth, it all became too much to bear. A streak of lightning emanated from her nipple and struck her clit with an electric surge. Oh, to preserve that sensation. She scarcely moved a muscle for fear all the good feelings might slip away. That’s it, hold perfectly still.
Meredith gripped the bench, her body motionless, arms and calves shuddering and shaking. All the sparkling tingles of pleasure centralized in Meredith’s clit as she held her body frozen. Her cheeks clenched, followed by her pussy, until the tension in all her muscles fed that one small spot, which Sheena rubbed so fast her hand blurred.
Then, pop!
Like glittering confetti, the strain of her entire body released through her clit. The cry stuck in her throat came out as a high-pitched squeal, like a kitten in pain. It was sort of funny, because this climax was the exact opposite of pain. A screaming endorphin trip, more like.
But why hadn’t Sheena stopped striking her tender clit? Oh, too much. Too, too much. She couldn’t handle the pleasure. The intense, centralized throb became physically unbearable. Only with a leaping bound from Sheena’s lap could she escape it.
Meredith’s propulsion landed her on her knees before Richard and Ash. What luck! A front row view for the grand finale. Sheena joined her, cross-legged on the deck, in awe, like a kindergartener at story time. Ash offered his wife a wink as he drove his cock into Richard’s ass.
“That’s my man!” Sheena squealed, throwing her arms around Meredith.
Ash’s face began its contortions. Seizing Richard’s core in a tight bear hug, Ash ploughed him violently. Just watching this, Meredith’s heart beat as rapidly as the thrusting. The muscles in Ash’s thighs flexed as he released a thunderous howl. Meredith had never heard anything so primal. Ash the lion roared with pleasure, allowing his spent cock a few more deep plunges before pulling out.
Turning to sit on the Muskoka chair, Richard jerked on his large cock with fierce brutality. The image of a well-built man touching himself caused Meredith’s pussy to fill with juice, which leaked from her slit to wet her ankle. Oh, she was just too sore for any more action. Watching would be just as good. And, anyway, Richard pulled so hard on his rod that he must be close to climax.
Didn’t it hurt him, to grasp his rigid cock so firmly and beat it so hard? It seemed almost cruel. Richard’s eyes closed and his nose scrunched as if he was expecting to sneeze. He came with a canine yelp. Isn’t an orgasm a funny thing, when it belongs to somebody else? That was the very same noise her husband made when she tore a sticky bandage from his arm. He never could work up the courage to take off a bandage on his own.
Goodness gracious, her husband!
Today was his birthday and instead of being at home with him, Meredith fixated on spurts of cum shooting from Richard’s cock. In fact, she’d chosen to push all thoughts of Jeff out of her mind. This one day of pleasure had come to her through fate or chance or…who knows what? Just one day to open her mind and her body, to watch a pair of gorgeous men mess about, to be fondled by a lovely woman with skin like maple syrup, to be fucked by a sexy muscle man. Resistance was not futile, but it was not much attempted.
But June Cleaver gently reminded Meredith she had yet to bake Jeff’s birthday cake. She’d not even found her poor husband a gift! Time to go.
Now, where had her clothes gotten to? Scrambling to her feet, Meredith collected the slip that had blown against the deck post, and unrolled the blue dress. Out fell her granny panties. Her cheeks flushed at the tattered garment, and she kicked it into the ravine below. Hopefully nobody was watching her. Of course, once she’d started dressing hastily, she found that everybody was.
“I have to go now,” she stammered. “My husband…it’s his birthday today.”
Half hearing goodbyes and invitations to return, Meredith ran across the deck. That familiar buzzing pain returned to her frontal lobe. At the front door sat her purse and her apron. Darting for them, she tripped on a black cord and something crashed to the floor behind her. No time to investigate. Must get home.
Chapter Ten
Mad dash through Granite Park. Was this real life? It had to be a dream. Nothing this dizzying, or this unseemly, ever happened in Meredith’s little world. Wait, the groceries she’d gone out to fetch…what did she need, again? No clue. No underwear, either! She’d thrown them in the ravine. No shirt, no shoes, no service. Was it illegal to visit the grocery store wearing no underpants?
Just go home, Meredith. Back to the comfort and familiarity of the house.
By the time Meredith reached her front door, she hadn’t even contemplated what she might say to Jeff. She’d left for the store hours ago and returned only now without groceries. Tom and Jane were visiting their grandparents, and Jeff had planned to check in on them. Hopefully he wouldn’t be home yet. But later, when they were alone together, would she tell him what she’d done? It was very wrong of her, wasn’t it? Perhaps he would know, just by looking at her, that she…that she’d done what she’d done. Or perhaps he w
ouldn’t know, and perhaps she wouldn’t tell him.
The house felt bizarre when Meredith finally opened the front door. It seemed empty, until Jeff called to her from upstairs. Something about his birthday.
Meredith’s face went crimson. She could see herself in the hallway mirror. Slowly climbing the staircase, she pressed cool fingertips to her cheeks. They weren’t just hot, they actually felt as though they were popping. Goodness gracious, Jeff would take one look at her and know her crime. He would divorce her, the courts would deem her an unfit mother, she would never see Tom and Jane again and she would die, alone and disgraced, on the streets of Sheridan. What a mess!
“I didn’t hear you, Jeff. What did you say?”
Jeff sat in their bedroom, in front of his laptop. With a sly smile, he asked, “You know how you were saying you couldn’t figure out what to get me for my birthday?”
“Oh, darn it! I haven’t even found a gift yet.” The words were out before she could stop them.
“Don’t worry about it,” her husband chuckled. “I kind of got it for myself.”
What gift did he get for himself? Glancing around the bedroom, Meredith spotted dirty clothing and a dark wig strewn upon the bed. How perplexing.
“Were you following me in the park this morning?” she asked. “It was you, wasn’t it? What were you playing at?”
“Sorry about that.” Jeff nodded sheepishly. “You spook so easily. I knew if I put a scare into you in Granite Park, it would send you straight to Joyce’s house, since it’s the only one close to the path.”
“I don’t understand,” Meredith replied, pressing a palm to her forehead.
Jeff closed his laptop. “For as long as I’ve known her, Joyce has been famous for her little get-togethers. I guess I was sort of curious. I wanted to go to one together, but how do you raise a topic like that? ‘Hey Mer, want to go to a wild sex party Saturday night?’ I didn’t know how to ask in a way that wouldn’t offend you.”
Blood cells burst madly in her cheeks. Meredith tried to piece together exactly what had occurred that morning. Jeff had followed her in the park in order to scare her into seeking refuge at Joyce’s house. Why? Was it all a test?
“You know what a chicken I am,” Jeff continued. “I couldn’t bring myself to ask you along, but I didn’t want to go alone. When I started thinking about my birthday, and the one thing I would wish for, I realized I wanted to see you happy again.”
“I was never unhappy.” Meredith eased against the doorframe. Just because each day passed exactly like the last didn’t mean she was unhappy. Perhaps a little bored. Or a lot bored…
“Okay, but I thought you might like to get out of the house, meet some new people, try something different. I figured you’d probably just watch Joyce’s friends, you know, do their thing. I know you like looking; you’re always into my magazines.”
Jeff knew about that? He never let on. Thank goodness he was smiling.
“I’ve been e-mailing Richard, Ash and Sheena to make sure they were trustworthy people. I didn’t want to throw you into a lion’s den, after all. When I started talking about you and about why I wanted to do this, they all got really into the plan. For your security, I had Joyce set up a web cam to transmit everything back to my computer. That way, I could have picked you up if I saw that you were uncomfortable.”
“Oh…”
“Well, that’s not the whole reason for the web cam. What kind of a birthday gift would your excursion have been if I couldn’t watch? I could hardly believed it when you started kissing Sheena. Oh, Mer, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My wife with another woman. Unbelievable! And then to see you going at it with that blond dude, to actually hear you asking for it and really enjoying your body. This has been the best birthday ever.”
For the second time that day, Meredith couldn’t contain her tears. Everybody had played a part in this deceit? How silly she must have appeared, thinking Sheena was a mystic. Jeff had simply told her all those personal things. What a quagmire. And Jeff had been witness to her indiscretions. He’d seen every minute of her kissing Sheena in that outfit of roses, of her calling out to Richard, asking him to get naughty with her, of being rubbed by another woman until she shrieked like a cat. And after everything she’d done, Jeff wasn’t angry in the least.
But of course he wasn’t angry. He set her up! Why would he feel betrayed? Meredith ought to feel deceived by Jeff! Those remorseful tears turned indignant. June Cleaver would have been livid. Her own husband arranged for her to have a mad, passionate encounter with a group of gorgeous people…
And Meredith wanted to feel angry about that?
Standing in the doorway, staring into her husband’s excited eyes, Meredith tried to summon her rage. Without warning, bubbles of laughter began to simmer inside her cheeks. Suppressing them, she formed her lips into a grimace. The harder she tried to feel angry, the more she wanted to laugh. Her lips did battle with themselves, turning down in the centre and up at the sides. When she caught sight of her quivering lips in the bedroom mirror, laughter escaped in bursts.
“Happy birthday, Jeff.” She ran to the silly darling and wrapped him in a loving embrace. There was much to be said for a familiar male body. That hug came straight from the heart.
“Tom and Jane are still at my parents’ place,” Jeff said with a wicked glint in his eye. “So we can do whatever we want tonight.”
“Let’s go back to Joyce’s house!”
Laughing, Jeff picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like he used to back in High School. Despite her playful protest, he carried her down the stairs and through the neighborhood.
Earlier that day, Sheena had said something Meredith didn’t give much weight. She’d said something like, “There’s nothing sexier than watching your husband ramming another man.” True, Ash appeared exceptionally masculine when he pounded away at Richard, but Jeff? After today’s trickery, she would love to see her husband taking Richard’s big cock up his ass. Meredith giggled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Jeff asked, setting her down at the entrance to Granite Park.
Meredith just smiled a mysterious smile, offered a little shrug, and turned on her heels. With her blue cotton skirt flapping in the breeze, she was off like a shot along the tree-lined path.
“I know what I want for my birthday…” she called out, her mischievous man in hot pursuit.
The End
The Induction
Book Two of
Master of Subservience
By
Kayden McLeod
Copyright © 2012 Kayden McLeod
Chapter One
Daniel
Daniel slipped quietly out of his bedroom at the mistress' house, leaving Bethany content in the arms of sleep. Before he pulled the door closed he took a quick peek at her, sprawled in his king-size bed, her naked body shrouded in his silk sheets.
He strolled down the hallway to the mistress’ office. Both of them rose early. As he passed one of the rooms, moans from a couple having a morning romp reached his ears. Further down the hall, a rhythmic banging hinted at a headboard getting a good workout.
The lazy indulgence of the house's occupants would continue throughout the day. No one had much to do, as the preparations for this Saturday's biannual event wouldn't begin until tomorrow. It was a rather huge function, with all of Madam Clairette's friends and associates invited for a formal dinner, then a ball and "get-together." Madam Clairette's version of formality.
But soon enough, the excitement would ignite and spread. Every submissive and dominant, even the household staff would glow with anticipation. And Bethany would see just how close a family this household could be.
Daniel stopped at the wide double-doors of Madam Clairette's office, knocked softly.
“Come in.”
He turned the handle, and crossed the threshold. The mistress looked up from the mess of papers on her desk, smiling at the sight of him. "Daniel, it's good
to see you up."
"Good morning, mistress." He walked to the chair.
"I have to say this, my dear boy, Bethany is an absolute delight! She is a sweet thing for the most part, but the fire inside her pleases me. She's very respectful and astute, unlike so many of the girls who come my way. She wants to learn, and understands there is a process. I just know she will flourish in so many ways."
"I've always believed that." Daniel looked away, biting his lip.
Madam Clairette’s lighthearted charm dimmed. "Speak, my boy. I know you want to. You have something on your mind, and it isn't like you to hold your tongue."
"She told me you've chosen Keegan as her master. Isn't he a little harsh for her?"
Madam Clairette folded her hands on her desk. "You wanted it to be you."
"I’m hoping…" Daniel trailed off, knowing it wasn't his decision what happened during Bethany's training. He understood that fact before the interview, but he still hoped.
"To select you above all my doms would've been a conflict of interest, Daniel. You have a very deep, personal relationship with her, I respect and adore. I’m thankful that she makes you so very happy. Your eyes shine when you speak of her." The mistress shifted forward and rested her chin on her fists. "But that isn't all of it. Yesterday, I saw Bethany for what she really is. I sense what she needs. A master like Keegan will take complete control from her, and give her what she needs by breaking her. Just as any true submissive, above all things, requires. Not only that, but Keegan will show her how a master of this house should act, if she chooses to switch from bottom to top. He will not allow her any delusions, nor will he coddle her like you would. He will not hesitate in the areas you haven't grown into yet."
"You seem very sure about your selection." Daniel stared at the floor, hands clasped at his back.
"Daniel?"
"Hmm?"
"Look at me," the mistress said softly.
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