Looks Can Be Deceiving By Ed Cetera
Looks Can Be Deceiving By Ed Cetera I'd like to share something that happened to me a while ago. I'd just turned 21, back in my college days. I spent the summer tending bar in a resort area near my hometown. One day, I had to drive up to the University to take care of some personal business, and finished up rather late in the afternoon. I was in a hurry to make it home in time to get ready for a date. I was about twenty minutes away from home when I noticed a black Pathfinder broken down on the side of the road. I slowed down and saw that the driver was a woman, who waved me down. When she came up to my car, she explained that her car had quit on her, and had been stranded for the past half-hour because no one would stop. I don't know that much about engines, and told her so, but gamely offered to drop her off at a telephone to call for a truck. She smiled and asked if I wouldn't mind just dropping her off at her house. My face fell a little as the chances of being on time for my date got a little more remote, but I said sure, and asked her where she lived. I guess the shock on my face when she named my own town was pretty obvious, because she burst out laughing. Her laughter was quite attractive, and totally out of context with her appearance. Let me explain: She appeared to be in her early thirties, was rather tall, dressed in baggy, gray sweats, and her dark hair was piled up under a baseball cap. She was wearing some out of style Buddy Holly glasses, and no make-up, and was not someone you might expect to turn any heads on a beach. For the record, I'm nothing special myself. I'm 6' tall, and while I'm not particularly muscular, I do keep myself in shape. I've got light brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and I've been told by girlfriends that my best features are my "clean-cut" appearance, my "cute" ass, and my "bedroom" eyes. She grinned and explained that she'd just moved to the area, and had the tools at her house to fix the problem in her engine, but didn't know anyone she could call for a ride. If I dropped her off at home, she could get the tools and ride her bicycle back to fix the Pathfinder. I told her to hop in, and started getting better acquainted with her. She told me that her name was Jordan, and was getting her house ready for her roommate, who was finishing up affairs back east. Listening to her speak, I realized that she was obviously well educated, and was clearly financially successful. She asked about me, and as I told her about myself, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself opening up to her. I mentioned that I worked at a rather popular bar, and on impulse, I invited her to stop by sometime. She thanked me for the offer, and promised me she'd consider it. Then I turned into her driveway, and saw her house. It was a large, older house, and had obviously been recently remodeled. The paint was fresh, the lawn still had lines from where the sod had been laid, and the garage was not quite completed. I complemented her on it, and she offered to show me around. I had to decline, but for some reason, I felt uncomfortable at the idea of explaining that I was running late for a date. The awkward silence hung in the air for a moment, and then she smiled again, and thanked me for the ride. I sped down her driveway and rushed home, jumped into the shower, and pulled up in front of my date's apartment right on time. I needn't have rushed. Kristy still wasn't ready, and I found myself entertained by a trio of kids, with Kool-Aid stains around their mouths, chasing each other with squirt guns. Kristy came out and told them to play outside, and apologized for the wet spots on my shirt and slacks. She said we could leave as soon as her sister, Tammy, showed up to watch the kids, then launched into a monologue about her ex-husband's faults. When Tammy arrived, she conferred with her in the kitchen for a few minutes, then came out and introduced us. Tammy boldly appraised me, and told me that if Kristy couldn't satisfy me, to look her up. Kristy glared at her, and the two of them started bitching at one another until I cleared my throat and reminded Kristy that we were running late. The monologue resumed in the car, and by the time the maitre'd seated us, I felt a certain kinship with her ex-husband. Kristy paused in her harangue long enough to wolf down a meal even larger than mine, polish off a full bottle of wine, and devour some creation on their desert menu that looked like it contained as many calories as I'd consumed all day! I was daydreaming about my earlier conversation with Jordan when I suddenly realized that Kristy was asking where we were going after dinner. I quickly came up with an excuse about being tired from all the driving I'd done that day, and told her that as much as I'd like to go dancing, we'd just have to do it some other time, when I wasn't so tired. She was sullenly quiet throughout the ride back to her apartment, but when I pulled into a parking space, she slid over to me and, resting her hand on my belt buckle, asked if I wouldn't like to come up and watch some television with her. I covered a yawn and promised that I'd love to, if I weren't so tired. She looked a little disappointed, and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. She asked if I would reconsider, as she slid her skirt a few inches up her leg. I must admit, Kristy had a very attractive figure, but pausing for a second to remember the rest of the evening, I sadly shook my head no. Her pout disappeared in a flash as she snatched her purse, got out and slammed her door, then stalked into her apartment building. I watched her storm up the sidewalk to her door, and promised myself that I would exact my vengeance on the "friend" who had arranged this little date. I was at work, a few nights later, when I noticed a gorgeous woman come in the front door. She was breathtaking. She had long, dark hair, which wildly framed a ravishing face, and beautiful blue eyes. The neckline of her black silk blouse plunged enticingly low, revealing the firm, tanned slopes of her breasts. Her matching silk skirt was exceptionally short, and exposed her long legs in all their firm, tanned glory. As she approached the bar, I realized that she had to be at least 6'0". I welcomed her to the bar, and asked her what she'd like to drink, and she surprised me by laughing. Finally, I recognized her. It was Jordan! I wasn't able to hide my shock, and received another musical laugh from this beautiful woman. She sat down and explained that the day I'd met her, she'd been on her way back from a friend's house. She'd fallen into his swimming pool, and had borrowed the sweats from her friend instead of making the two-hour drive home in her soaking clothes. Also trashed that day were her contact lenses, lost in the pool. She said she knew how unflattering her glasses were, but she'd left them in the car for use in emergencies, and hadn't brought any others with her. I was speechless while she explained all this to me. I couldn't believe this was the same woman! She was still large, but it was obviously not the product of inactivity, but from long hours spent exercising. She appeared to be about 150 pounds, all of which seemed to be well-toned muscle. She stayed for the rest of the night, and I was completely captivated by her. When it was finally time to close up, I asked Walt, the other bartender, to cover for me. Walt had been staring at Jordan ever since she'd arrived, and except for being a little jealous of my luck, wished me the best. I slid him an extra $20 for the favor, and offered Jordan a ride home. Jordan declined, but before the disappointment could register on my face, she offered ME a ride in HER car. As we walked, arm in arm, through the rapidly emptying lot to where her Pathfinder was parked, Jordan whispered in my ear that she hoped I wasn't too tired to enjoy a little fun. She opened my door for me, and then walked around to her side. It felt a little bit odd to be on the passive side of a date for a change. She drove me to her house and gave me a tour of the place by moonlight. Even by moonlight, it was easy to see that the house was quite secluded by the trees surrounding the property. "You sure won't need to worry about privacy if you want to sunbathe nude," I joked. "Maybe I like people to watch me when I'm nude," she answered, then darted back to the house, leaving me standing speechless in the backyard. I slowly walked back to the house, considering the implications. She'd left the door on the rear deck open for me, and as I walked into the living room, she was nowhere to be seen. "I'd like a Sea Breeze, if you don't mind," she called out from down the hall. "You may have a drink too. I don't think you'll be driving anywhere tonight." I checked out her bar (fully stocked, of course), and quickly located the cranberry juice in a half-size refrigerator disguised as another cabinet. I poured the vodka into a rock-glass for her, and a double-shot into another for me. I was looking for the lime to complete my gimlet when I heard her come back into the room. She'd changed out of her clothes, and was wearing a loose, silk pajama-style outfit. The coppery color of the silk caught the light from the lamps around the room, and seemed to shimmer like water against her bronzed skin. "Is that mine?" She sipped the drink as she sat down on a barstool. "Mmmm. Delicious. What are you drinking?" "A vodka gimlet, but I can't seem to find any lime." "Oh, I'll need to pick some up then. What with the move, I'm constantly noticing things I've forgotten to buy." She sipped at her drink again. She seemed to want to say something, and was perhaps considering her choice of words. "Bret, are you an adventurous sort of person?" I paused before I answered, then shrugged. "I suppose it would depend on the adventure." She set down her drink and asked me bluntly, "Are you will to be sexually dominated by a woman?" My mouth gaped open, and without thinking, I raised my glass and downed the contents. The Absolut burned down my throat, and all I could utter for the next minute or so were inarticulate choking sounds. She waited patiently, until I'd mastered control of my voice again, and asked her to repeat her question. "Oh, I think you heard me clearly the first time. I want you to consider this carefully. I find you quite attractive, and I believe you feel similarly. But the only way I could be with you is if I was in control. You would have to do, and behave, as I tell you, or what you're obviously hoping to happen, never will." Her voice was soft, seductive. "If you answer yes, then we will have ourselves a wonderful time tonight. If you answer no, I will drive you home, or to your car, and you'll never get this chance again." I hesitated, then I asked her, "What would you like me to do, first?" She smiled. "First, I want you to take off your clothes. All of them. And from this moment on, you will address me as "Ma'am". Is that understood?" "Yes, Ma'am." I undressed, folding my clothes and laying them on the counter. Within two minutes, I was standing before her, wearing nothing but a blush. "Come around here." I walked out from behind the bar, and immediately missed even the small feeling of safety that it had afforded me. I walked slowly across the deep carpet, until I stood in front of her. "Yes, Ma'am?" "Kneel down. Lower your forehead to the floor, and cross your wrists behind your back." When I'd complied, she softly asked me a simple question. "Do you trust me, Bret?" "Yes, Ma'am," I whispered. She gently fastened about either wrist what felt like a wide leather cuff. I had a moment to wonder where she'd gotten them. When they were both secured, I heard a click, and the cuffs were fastened together. She then placed a leather collar snugly around my neck, and locked it with a small padlock. "Sit up, and watch me now." I obeyed her, and watched as she stepped away from me, unbuttoning her top. She allowed it to fall to the floor, and stood before me in a push-up bra made from soft black leather. The brassiere supported her breasts, but left her nipples fully exposed. She stared into my eyes as I looked up at her from my position on the floor. Then she untied her bottoms, and slid them down past her hips to the floor, stepping out of them. She was wearing a matching leather panty, which was cut high on her hips to emphasize her long legs. A tiny golden rose showed where the side strip fastened to the narrow patch in front. As she spun in place slowly, I saw that the back of the panty was a narrow thong that left her tight ass exposed. I also saw that there were no tan lines on her perfect body. She finished her spin, and raised her arms over her head, clearly reveling in the effect her body was having on me. She flexed her biceps, and well-toned muscles leapt into view. Then she padded over to the stereo, and while soft, relaxing music filled the room, she went through a posing routine that any body-builder would have been proud of. When she finished, she walked back over to her pajamas, and pulled a long leather leash out of the pocket of her bottoms. She fastened it to the collar around my neck and said, "Come with me." I followed her down to the basement, which was paneled and carpeted, and paused beside a leather ottoman when she dropped my leash. She told me to kneel over the ottoman, and went to a cabinet that she opened to reveal a small but impressive selection of "toys". She selected a wooden sorority paddle, and padded gracefully back over to me. "Bret, I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to do this because the thought of spanking that firm, young ass of yours has occupied my thoughts for the past few days. I want you to count each blow out loud, and if you feel that you can't take any more, I want you to say the word, "Tangerine". If you say that word, I'll stop, and this will be over. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am. You're going to spank me, because you'll take pleasure from it. I want to give you pleasure. Please, spank my ass." She smiled, and stepping behind me, proceeded to smack my ass with that wooden paddle. I counted each blow, and she finally stopped at fifty. My ass felt like it was on fire, and tears were starting to leak from my eyes, but I had obeyed her. "Impressive. You can take a spanking. You have potential. Now let's see if your ass can take getting fucked." She returned to the cabinet, and came back with a strap-on dildo. The artificial cock was quite life-like, and about eight inches long, an inch longer than my own rock-hard cock, and even thicker. She pulled the front of her panties aside, and rubbed the plastic cock against her pussy lips. Her lips were fully visible, because she had removed all of her pubic hair. It was beautiful. I could see how turned on she was by all the juice flowing out of her pussy. She stopped after a moment, and buckled the huge cock around her waist. The harness was quite impressive, and when she'd finished securing it, it looked like another pair of leather panties with an eight-inch, glistening cock jutting out from the front. She squeezed a small amount of lubricant from a tube into my upturned asshole, and spread it around with the dildo. "I'm going to fuck you now." She suddenly grabbed my hips firmly, and with the head of the dildo positioned at my poor, virgin asshole, thrust it forward into my ass. I initially resisted, unused to the sensation, but Jordan would have easily been my equal had the situation been more balanced. With my wrists buckled together behind my back, bent over an ottoman, there was no contest at all. She pushed the fake cock into my ass until I'd taken it all, then leaned forward, her hard nipples poking into my back. She moaned into my ear, kissing and licking all around it. "Do you like it, baby? Do you like Miss Jordan's hard cock up your tight little virgin ass? Do you want to get fucked hard by Miss Jordan?" "Yes, Ma'am. It feels so strange, but it feels great. I can't believe how full my ass feels." "Do you want me to fuck you hard with it?" "Oh, yes, Ma'am. Fuck me with your big cock." She reached between us, and I suddenly realized that the dildo was actually a vibrator. As it buzzed away in my ass, Jordan was clearly enjoying the sensations, both from fucking me, and from the vibrator rubbing her clit. She pounded my asshole savagely, grunting and making all the sounds that I'd made so many times as I'd fucked some sweet young girl. "Are you my boy?" "Oh, yes, Ma'am." "Are you my little bitch?" "Yes, Ma'am. I'm your bitch, and I'm your fuck-toy. Fuck me, Ma'am. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Oh, God I love your hard cock in my ass, Ma'am. Cum for me, Ma'am, please. I want to make you cum, Ma'am." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I'd never have guessed, in a million years, that I could enjoy having a woman ass-fuck me. Jordan was definitely into it, though. I could hear her breath catch as she slumped over me, trembling and spasming as her orgasm rocked through her. She lay atop me, exhausted, for a couple of minutes before she could even reach down and click off the dildo, still buzzing away in my well-fucked ass. Jordan finally regained enough strength to push herself off me, the sweat from our bodies causing us to stick together. She slowly withdrew the vibrator from ass, leaving me panting over the ottoman. I was surprised at how much I missed the presence of the vibrator in my ass. My own hard cock mimicking her fake strap-on as she unbuckled it and tossed it into a corner. She skimmed her panties off, and tossed them after the strap-on. She regained some more of her poise, and walked around in front of me, squatting before me, her hairless pussy seeming to wink at me, conspiratorially. "That WAS your first time, wasn't it?" "Yes, Ma'am." "You took right to it, though. That's a good thing. I like fucking my lovers in the ass even more than I enjoy getting fucked in my own asshole." I lifted my head to search her eyes for the truth. "Oh, yes, Bret. I want to feel your young cock in my own ass, but I disdain lubricants. Soon, you will too." She rolled over in front of me, resting her shoulders on the carpet, and backed her ass up to my face. I eagerly licked the length of her tasty cunt, and at her command, plunged my tongue into her asshole. She'd shaved everything, and she must have cleaned herself when she'd disappeared earlier, because there was no bad taste at all in her ass. I licked and slurped and sucked until she cried out in another orgasm, her whole body trembling, and quivering. She sort of half-fell forward, and basked in the afterglow of the orgasm. I'd never seen a person react so strongly when they'd cum. After a couple minutes passed again, she rolled over and propped herself against some cushions. "Bret, I want you to go over to that cabinet, and bring me some more restraints. Two of the smaller ones, and four of the larger ones." I glanced pointedly over my shoulder at my restrained wrists, and she explained patiently. "Well, then, if you can't use your hands, you'll have to use your mouth, like a good little puppy." It was awkward, and time-consuming, but I eventually had all the items she'd requested. I watched in puzzlement as she buckled two ankle restraints on me, then placed the remaining ones on herself, using her mouth and teeth at the end, to get the wrist restraints on. Then she pulled my face forward into her pussy again, and ordered me to pleasure her again. While I nuzzled her sex, she freed my wrists, then told me to stop. She had me sit before her, and facing away from me, she lowered her tight, steaming cunt onto my cock. I was so hard, I'd thought I'd lost feeling there, but she proved me wrong. She moaned in delight, echoing my own groan, then surprised me by leaning forward, and fastening her left ankle restraint to mine. The right ankle followed. Then she pulled my arms across her front and fastened her wrist restraints to mine. "Now, you're truly my prisoner," she sighed. She leaned back, until I was completely prone, then she ordered me to remain inside her while she rolled to the side. We remained connected at our wrists, ankles, and at the groin. When she was on her belly, she told me to start fucking her hot cunt, hard. Every time I wanted to move my hand, or my leg, I realized that Jordan was in the ultimate position of control. When she pulled her knees in, and raised her ass, I had no choice in the matter. When she lay flat and spread-eagled, I was forced to follow her. I relaxed and got into being her sexual toy. I understood that I was nothing more than a living, breathing dildo, existing for her pleasure. "I want you to cum in me now, baby!" She was writhing under me, and with her permission to cum, I exploded. It felt like I was shooting a gallon of semen inside her. She came with me, crying out, and wrapping our arms about her waist. Once again, I waited until she recovered from her orgasm. She told me to stay inside her, and as my cock finally started to go soft, I could feel her pussy milking and massaging it back to life. It was unbelievable! When I was completely hard again, she whispered the command I'd been waiting for. "Shove that prick in my ass!" I withdrew my cock from the velvety sheath of her sopping cunt, and with the help of her/our hand, guided it back to her asshole. She thrust her ass back toward me, and I gasped as it slowly slid into her. The only lubrication was our own cum and secretions. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that cock. That's it. You little boy. You little bitch. Fuck my ass! Fuck My Ass!" Her voice grew louder and more insistent, urging me to greater speed, harder, faster, until she started to spasm with her own orgasm again. That did it for me. I burst loose with my own load of cum, filling her bowels with my jism. We both were gasping from the intensity of the orgasm, trying to get our breath. When we had recovered, somewhat, she got us on our feet, still linked together, and got us walking back up to the bar. If anyone had been watching from her backyard, they would have been rewarded with a truly unique sight of the two of us, covered in sweat, our mixed cum dribbling down our thighs, still shackled together at the wrists and ankles, as we shuffled across the living room and poured ourselves a fresh drink. I was at her mercy as she raised the glass, first to my lips, then to her own. When we'd recovered a bit more, she finally released our wrists and ankles. She left my collar on, and used the leash, draped over her shoulder, to lead me to the shower. She grinned as I cleaned myself up, and then had me wash her as well. We finally crawled into bed, as the sun started to lighten the sky to the east. The next morning, or rather, later that same morning, after a few hours of sleep, I woke to feel Jordan's silky hair tickling my abdomen, while her talented mouth bobbed up and down on my erect cock. When she felt me stir, she spared a glance up at me and somehow grinned, with my cock still down her throat. She then devoted her full attention to my cock, and within minutes, was swallowing a load of cum. She slid her body up mine, and kissed me. I'd received my share of blowjobs before, and had never kissed the girl afterwards before she'd at least rinsed her mouth out. I realize in retrospect that this was unfair, but at the time, I didn't even consider protesting. Then I realized that Jordan hadn't swallowed all the cum. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, transferring some of my own cum in the process. I swirled my tongue into her mouth and returned it to her. We passed it back and forth a few times before she pulled away and swallowed it down with the rest. "Bret, have you ever tasted your cum before?" "No, Ma'am." "You don't know what you've been missing. I love the taste of cum, and yours is fantastic. Have you ever been with another man?" "NO! Uh, I mean, no, Ma'am." "Hmmm. I can respect that. I have nothing against homosexuality, but quite frankly, the idea of two men having sex with each other does absolutely nothing for me. Have you ever been with more than one person at a time?" "No, Ma'am. Once, I petted with two sorority sisters, but they didn't let it go any farther than that. I think it was part of their initiation." "So you wouldn't mind being with two women at once?" Hmmm? What's this? "No, Ma'am. I think I'd like that a lot." Jordan smiled at me, and kissed me again, tenderly. She then got up and had me follow her into the shower again. Once I'd cleaned up, and washed her as well, I began drying off. Jordan slipped me a small object. When I opened my hand, I saw that it was a tiny, stretchy pair of panties. She told me to put them on. I struggled to obey her. But they were so tight, I almost couldn't get them on. I didn't know where she got them from, because they were so small, they would have been just as uncomfortable on her. She told me that I was to wear them all day, and to have them on when I came home that night. She told me that I could borrow her Cannondale, in the garage, to get back to my car. She handed me a key to the house, and told me to be there when I got off work that night. I rushed through clean-up that night. When I finally pulled up in her driveway, I saw a dark green Pathfinder parked next to Jordan's black one. Wondering whom it belonged to, I walked up to the door, and nearly rang the bell before I remembered that Jordan had given me a key. I let myself in, and found a note for me taped to the mirror in the foyer. It instructed me to remove all my clothes, except for my panties, to put on my collar, and to go into the living room. I obeyed the instructions, and then I followed the sound of music to the living room. When I arrived, I was shocked to see Jordan seated at the bar with another woman. The reason I was shocked is that except for brassieres, both Jordan and her companion were nude. Jordan wore a black satin bra, while her friend's was red. "Come here, Bret. I want you to meet Terri." Jordan beckoned me to her with a finger, which she hooked through my collar possessively when I arrived at her side. "This is the roommate I mentioned to you. She's finished up at the old house, and now she's here to stay." Terri was just as beautiful as Jordan. She was about the same age, or maybe a year or two younger. She had glossy, black hair, hanging straight to just below her shoulders, while Jordan's dark mane was tousled, and hung halfway down her back. Also, while Jordan had flashing blue eyes, Terri's eyes were dark, and slightly almond shaped. Terri was about an inch shorter than Jordan, at about 5'9", and much more slender. Also, while Jordan was deeply bronzed all over her body, Terri's suntan was a lighter, more golden tone. Her pussy, I noted, was also shaven completely smooth. And again, there were no tan lines. Jordan noticed my glance at her friend's pussy, and laughed. "Oh, we don't like pubes at all. I wanted Terri to be here when you had yours shaved off." I was pleased by my lack of reaction when mentioned that. She was also pleased. "Good! You're getting the idea now. Whatever I say... Or now that Terri's here, whatever WE say, you'll obey. And you'll never argue, because you'll never win. Does that bother you?" "No, Ma'am. I'm happy to please you, and I have no desire to displease you." "Good. Now that that's settled, say hello to Miss Terri." "Hello, Miss Terri. I'm honored to make your acquaintance." "My, he's an eloquent stud, isn't he?" Terri's voice had a delicate southern accent to it. "Since there are the two of us here, now, we'll expect you to address us as Miss Terri, or Miss Jordan, when it's necessary to address us at all. Otherwise, you'll call us both, "Ma'am". Understand, Bret?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Good. Now, be a nice boy, and eat my pussy." Without hesitation, I knelt before Terri and plunged my tongue inside her slit. She quickly began to juice up, and swung one leg over my shoulder to keep her balance. As I devoured her sweet tasting pussy, she grabbed my collar with both hands and pulled me in deeper. She shuddered her way through one orgasm, but didn't release her hold on me, so I kept up my tongue action until she came again, and again. Finally after her fourth orgasm in perhaps ten minutes, she released me. Unlike Jordan, Terri climaxed quickly and recovered much faster. "My, my, MY... Such a TALENTED young man! Jordan, my love, you've found us a STALLION!" "Yes, love. He should be a fine addition to the family." Jordan pulled me up by my collar, and wrapped her soft hand around my erect cock. Giving me a few slow pulls, she smiled at Terri and winked. "And he fucks like a TIGER!" Terri studied my cock and tsked at the thick dark patch of pubic hair. "His cock looks all right to me, but you can barely see it through all that nasty hair. I think we'll have Jacqueline shave him immediately." "Jacqui, dear, come out here now." Jordan looked over into the corner of the room. I followed her gaze, and observed for the first time that a nude girl of perhaps 18 or 19 was kneeling there, her hands in her lap, and her eyes on the floor. She had been so quiet throughout all of this that I'd never suspected her presence. She had very blonde hair, and a dark, dark tan. Her rather large breasts were each pierced through her pink nipples with small gold hoops, and a small gold post winked from her hairless pussy lips. When she gracefully rose to her feet and approached us, I saw that she was quite tiny, perhaps 5'2" or 5'3", and couldn't have weighed even one hundred pounds. Around each wrist and each ankle was a thick, and sturdy-looking gold bracelet, or anklet. She also wore a black leather collar, with a small gold padlock. She smiled shyly at me, and came to stand nest to Jordan. "Yes, Ma'am?" "Say hello to Bret, dear." Jordan pushed her forward, her hand in the small of the diminutive girl's back. "Pay attention, Bret, because this is how we greet people in our family." Jacqueline stepped up close to me, her small breasts looked huge in proportion to the rest of her, and their nipple rings felt cool against my skin when she pressed them against my belly. Her hands came up to pull my hips forward, and her smooth mons rubbed against my thigh. She raised her lips for a kiss, and for the first time, I got a good look at her brilliant green eyes. When our lips met, she thrust her tongue into my mouth hungrily, then drew back and said, "Welcome to our house." She dropped her gaze again, and then raised one dark, tiny hand to my cock, which was more erect than ever. The wrapped her hand cautiously around the thick shaft, and her lips made a small "O" when she saw that she couldn't close her fingers around it. She dropped her hand and shyly stepped back to stand at Jordan's side. "Jacqui was helping Terri complete our affairs at the Maryland house," Jordan informed me. "I was quite lonesome without my beautiful little Barbie Doll." My mind spun. Here I was, thinking all day about how lucky I'd been to find Jordan, (and about how sore my ass was, to be honest!) and considering her words about having sex with TWO women. Now I was naked, standing in front of three gorgeous naked women, one of whom had blown my mind the night before, another whom I'd just eaten to four orgasms, and a third whom I couldn't begin to figure out! "Jacqueline, sweetheart, take Bret into the bathroom, and shave off all this disgusting hair." Terri waved Jacqui and me away, and continued her interrupted conversation with Jordan. Jordan nodded her head at me, and then devoted her attention to Terri. Jacqui took my hand and led me from the room. I was entranced by her perfect bottom as it bounced down the hallway in front of me. She led me into a large bathroom in a wing of the house I'd not seen before, and asked me to sit in the tub. I complied, and then inquired about the arrangement. "I began as Miss Terri's and Miss Jordan's maid, and they seduced me. It was so unbelievable! They asked me to become their Servant..." I noticed the capitol on the word, "...and now I'm part of their family. Miss Jordan wants you to become one of our family, now." As she was explaining all this to me, she was rinsing me with warm water, and lathering my chest and my cock. She began to carefully but swiftly shave off the offending hair. When she finished with my chest, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I had to admit, without the hair in the way, that my chest did look more defined. Jacqui kept up her conversation in her soft, gentle voice, and somehow it didn't seem at all unnatural to be sitting nude in a tub while a breathtakingly beautiful girl shaved my body. When she started on my cock, she playfully stroked it a few times, eliciting a gasp from me. She apologized and said that my cum wasn't for her to waste, and that she didn't wish to upset Miss Jordan or Miss Terri. She didn't seem to mind if I touched her nude cunt while she was shaving me, however. When she finished with my cock, and rinsed it clean, it seemed even longer and thicker than before. While I fondled her slippery cunt, she continued to shave me, working on my ass, and my legs. Suddenly, she paused, and holding the side of the tub, bit her lip and gasped as an orgasm swept through her. She kissed me when she'd finished cuming, and thanked me for the pleasure of my finger. Once she was done, she rinsed both of us clean, and then rubbed some spicy smelling oils into my skin. She explained that until I got used to keeping my body shaved, the oils would reduce the itching sensation. I didn't mind at all, particularly when she paid special attention to my asshole. When we returned to the living room, Jordan and Terri had changed into attire more intimidating than the satin bras they'd worn earlier. Jordan was wearing a black leather bustierre, which pushed her already large breasts up into monuments deserving of worship. She wasn't wearing any panties, but she'd put on some tall, black leather boots, which zipped up her legs to well above her knees. Black silk stockings peeked over the top of the boots. Terri was wearing a black leather brassiere with holes cut out to expose her pale, coppery nipples. Her smaller breasts were mouth-wateringly firm. She was wearing black silk stockings with high-heeled shoes. The 3" heels clicked on the tile before the fireplace as she walked towards us. I think she'd deliberately stood in front of the fireplace until we returned just to make that sound, since the rest of the room was carpeted. "Dear boy, is that your cock standing up so proud? It looks a damned sight happier now that it isn't hiding behind all that nasty hair. Come here and let Miss Terri touch you." When I went to her, she drew her nails down the length of my erection, slowly. "Yes, that's fine. But dear boy, you'd be wise to learn from Jacqueline, and keep your pretty brown eyes on the floor, unless we tell you otherwise." "Yes, Ma'am," I said, immediately lowering my eyes to her feet. "Much better. Jordan, my love?" "Yes, darling?" "How long has it been since I had a real cock in my pussy? It seems like forever!" "It has been a while, honey." "Come with me, baby, and Miss Terri is going to see how well you can use that tiger of a cock." She held my cock like a handle, and started toward the basement. It never occurred to her that I wouldn't follow her, and it never occurred to me either. When we reached the playroom, she pushed me back on the floor, and tossed me ankle and wrist restraints. She watched as I clumsily put them on, and then, using lengths of chain, secured me to eyebolts fastened to the walls. When she finished, I was spread-eagle on the floor, my cock pointed at the ceiling. "Now that's a pretty sight!" She sat on my face and ground her fragrant pussy against my mouth. As I thrust my tongue into her cunt and lapped at her asshole, she twisted my nipples and grabbed my testicles in her tight fingernailed grip. Suddenly Jordan was there, with an egg-shaped device trailing a cord in her hands. She stuck the tube of lubricant into my ass, and squeezed a small amount into my rectum, then pushed the egg steadily forward until it popped in. Then Jordan pulled Terri's face forward into a passionate kiss, and guided her lover's hips over mine. Jordan stroked Terri's clit rapidly, working her towards release, and then I felt yet another pair of hands at work. Jacqui held my cock upright, and began to slide the tip back and forth against Terri's cunt. I bit my lip and moaned in pleasure. Terri suddenly gasped as her orgasm hit, and Jordan simultaneously shoved her down onto my cock, which Jacqui held in position. Terri came violently and held onto Jordan as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her. Once the tremors slowed, Jacqui slipped around behind Terri and sat on my legs behind her. She kissed and licked Terri's neck and ears, humping against her delicious ass, while her tiny hands stroked feather-light against Terri's breasts and down to her clit. Jordan, meanwhile, was strapping on the dildo she'd used on me the night before. As Jacqui began to guide Terri into a rhythmic grinding motion with my cock still up inside her, Jordan approached Jacqui from behind. Terri fell forward, supporting her weight on her hands to either side of my head. Jacqui continued to tug at her nipples, and stroke her clit, then suddenly gasped as Jordan entered her from behind. The three of them fell into a new rhythm, shifting back and forth, massaging and grinding against each other and my cock. They paced themselves to reach orgasm together, and Jordan, not forgetting me, suddenly turned on a control switch for the egg in my ass. It came to life, buzzing and vibrating, and making me lose what little control I had left. I arched my back, and groaned as my orgasm ripped out of my cock. This set off Terri, who fell forward completely on top of me, thrusting her breast into my mouth. I instinctively started sucking on it, and she spasmed wildly through her own orgasm. I then heard Jacqui gasp and thrust herself back against Jordan's dildo as she experienced her own orgasm. Jordan came last, and gripping Jacqui's hips tightly, she threw her head back and groaned with satisfaction. "Miss Jordan, would you please fuck my ass, now?" I was shocked. I didn't think it possible for that huge thing to fit into Jacqui's small asshole. It looked like it would rip her apart, but Jordan merely grinned and after she'd recovered somewhat, she effortlessly hoisted Jacqui up in her arms. Positioning her over the same ottoman that she'd used to sodomize me the night before, she carefully lined the plastic cock up with Jacqui's tiny little puckered rosebud. Jacqui sighed, and actually pushed back as the thick head of the dildo penetrated her. Her head fell forward and she smiled as inch after inch of the dildo entered her. Finally she had it all inside her. As I was about to ask her if she was all right, she groaned, "Turn it on, Miss Jordan, please?" Jordan obliged, and started a gentle in and out motion in Jacqui's firm, tanned ass. She rested one hand on Jacqui's back, and plunged the other back behind her, fingering her own asshole. Suddenly, Jacqui gasped and trembled slightly. Then relaxed even further in the warm afterglow of her orgasm. Jordan carefully withdrew and then swooped toward me where I still lay beneath Terri's comfortable weight. "I've got to have his sweet ass again, darling." Terri obligingly moved off me, and unsnapped the ankle restraints from the chains that had held me. She then maneuvered herself on top of my face again, and told me to clean her sopping pussy, while Jordan lifted my legs up and pulled the vibrating egg out of my ass. She aligned the slippery dildo against my asshole, and shoved it in. She sawed in and out of my ass, tilting my hips up to more easily accommodate the abuse I was taking. Either Terri or Jordan grabbed my ankles, and pulled them back over my shoulders. I was lost in sensations at that point. My mouth was full of Terri's and my own cum, and I was slurping it all down eagerly. Jordan was fucking the shit out of my ass, and I was loving it. Finally, Jordan cried out in orgasm, and slid out of me. Terri climbed off me, and tenderly unstrapped the harness from Jordan's waist, then lovingly slid into a 69 position. The two of them made love to each other, while Jacqui and I watched. When they'd finally had enough of one another to take a break, the surveyed their "children", and smiled indulgently. "Well, now. This is a beautiful picture. I can't remember the last time we had this much enjoyment on such short notice," Terri cooed. She and Jordan stood up and with their arms about their waists, announced that they were retiring for the evening. "Jacqueline, dear, straighten this room, and then you and Bret may enjoy each other's company for the remainder of the evening." She led her lover out of the room and up the stairs, while Jacqui unfastened the chains that still restrained my arms over my head. She was about to help me remove the restraints but I stopped her, and asked her to put some on as well. She smiled knowingly: She'd played that game before. My stiff cock needed attention, but before I could even ask, Jacqui was on her knees before me, sucking my cock down to its base. Her tiny nose tickled my newly shaved belly. She took me like that about a dozen or so times, pulling back until my cock-head was almost out of her mouth, then plunging forward to engulf the full length of my erection. Finally, she pulled away from me and tugged me down to the floor beside her. She rolled over on top of me, and sank her juicy pussy onto my cock. I couldn't believe how tight she was. I couldn't believe that she could be so tight after the pounding she'd received from Jordan's strap on. Her muscular control was unbelievable! We fucked for only a few minutes before her hungry pussy demanded my cum. I erupted with a force that surprised me. I pulled out after the first wave of cum gushed out of my cock, and sprayed a thick white stream of cum up the length of my stomach, nearly to my throat. Jacqui caught the rest in her talented mouth, and eagerly lapped up any that she missed. She licked a trail from my throat down to my still quivering cock. With a mischievous grin, she swung her sweet little ass over my mouth while I was still panting from the effort, and ground her sopping cunt against my chin. I took the hint and slurped up the heady mixture of her delicious juice, and my own cum. She pulled away before I could bring her to another orgasm, and lithely danced over to the cabinet. She deftly buckled on ankle and wrist cuffs, and then dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled over to me, the picture of wanton sexuality, and slithered up between my legs, lightly dragging her pointy nipples up my thighs, across my sensitive abdomen, and finally drew small circles around my own hard nipples with her own. Then she sank down on top of me and writhed against the length of my body, her satiny smooth skin teasing my own newly shaved skin. She whispered in my ear, "Help me to clean up the play room and then we can play our own games in my room, lover." the end
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