Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

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Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

At 38, Lady Sonia was very attractive to most. Standing pettily at 5’ 5”, with dark auburn hair that cascaded down her narrow shoulders, well developed breast to fill a 32C, a narrow waist, full hips, and such soft creamy skin, the package was well appreciated by men. Lady Sonia unfortunately just hadn’t found that right man, most bored her. Her relationships were found unfulfilling and there was just a huge void in her life that she couldn’t figure out.

She had stumbled across some BDSM sites and soon saw so many of her own traits here. So she went to one of those online sites to talk with others like her. It was a great thing, she learned so much, and met such interesting people.

Jon had been in the lifestyle for many years. At 36, he’d been around that block and was becoming burnt out of the scene. He went to the sites out of sheer boredom and because it was something to do. He offered advice to those who asked, but nothing stood out as prospects.

One night he was talking to this girl. She seemed honestly interested and was hitting things on the nose. Coming up with answers that subs twice her age usually struggled with age. He was impressed, not that he’d ever tell her that. Thinking that her description of herself was just too good to be true, he asked for her picture. Although she seemed hesitant at first, she gave it to him. Loading the picture up on his PC he stared in disbelief. He knew first hand she was a knock out, it was his nephew’s prissy little teacher. Right then and there he started to form a plan.

Lady Sonia went to work, just another day, another dollar. It was parent teacher conferences this week and she only had a few that day. She was not looking forward to the drop dead gorgeous guardian of the school bully. There was something about him that made a girl stand up and take notice.

Time quickly went by, and next thing she new she was standing face to chest with the man.

“Good morning, Sir. Please take a seat.” The conference went like most others, but when the subject of his behavior came up, is when he seemed to come alive.

“Look, I do my job and you do yours. I don’t have trouble with his behavior at home, maybe you should come by and see for yourself,” the words took her by surprise.

Hesitantly she tried to reassess the situation. But she could see no down fall, maybe if he saw that this man and her stood together there could be some advantages, worse case scenario a bad meal.

“Fine, what time do you want me over?”

Jon couldn’t believe how well this was working out for him. The boy was out with friends for the weekend, and he knew she thought the boy would be there. Oh the lessons he could teach the teacher.

“Lets make it early, how about 5:00 tonight?”

She blinked at him, as if he suggested to fuck her on the table right now. Not a bad idea, but he had other plans.

“Fine, see you then.” She stood up and stomped away. Oh, Jon thought to himself, he’s going to have fun tonight.

Lady Sonia knocked on the door with trepidation. Her nerves were jumpy tonight and she couldn’t figure out why. It was perfectly acceptable for a teacher to have dinner with the guardian of a student to discuss school related matters, she reminded herself.

The door open and he gestured to come in. He looked down at her with unreadable eyes. She walked in to the house with fear coursing through her body.

“Please, make yourself at home, supper is almost done. If you want you can sit at the table and have a glass of wine.” With that he strode away towards watch she assumed to be the kitchen.

He was being perfectly hospitable, and yet she was scared witless, like life as she knew it was about to change. Get a grip on yourself Krissy, she abolished as she sat down at the table.

Jon didn’t go to the kitchen as she assumed. Taking one more look over the guest/playroom, making sure all was ready, he picked up the ball gag and leather cuffs. And headed back towards the dinning room knowing there’s no escape for her tonight.

He entered the doorway leading to the dinning room quietly. She was pacing the length of the room, maybe she can feel the change coming he mused.

He made his move quickly, before she even noticed his return. Rushing her, pushing her hard against the wall, she resisted, shrieking at the top of her lungs. With her wailing it was easy to slip the gag into her mouth. Then pulling her arms behind her he shoved them into the cuffs. Damn he should of just used regular cuffs, and not worry about marking her. Once arms bound behind her, he spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair, “Easy now, easy” Although shaking, she stilled.

“Tonight, we are going to try out your fantasies.” She snapped her head around to give him a pleading look, one filled with fear, confusion, and no small amount of desire. Then she started to search the room, it took Jon a moment to realize what, or whom, she was looking for. “He’s not here, pet. He won’t be until Sunday night.” It was only Thursday and Friday was an off day. He knew he could keep her here for a while.

When she finally looked calm enough, he pulled her to her feet. Started her for the playroom. Once there he hooked her over the bed’s footboard. Quickly securing her feet to the each side of the twin bed, then freeing the soft material of her skirt from her firm, round ass. She stiffened at the sound of her skirt tearing away from her body. Once the material was gone, he started to slowly massage the firm white globes. Once she relaxed a bit again, he continued his ministering further down, through her split legs, and found her core. Her panties were soaked.

Lady Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. One minute she was standing there, trying to calm down from an unknown fear, the next she was being pushed in to the wall, all the while being bound and gagged. What was worse was her reaction when he finally spoke. How in the world did he know? Is there a sign on my forehead?

Now laying her on (and that’s a very loose term of on) this bed, with his hands roaming, she could feel her wetness. She didn’t know when she started to get aroused, but she was defiantly aroused. When his fingers finally started on her slit she was lost for heaven. He was playing her like a violin and she was almost there, wanting to cum so badly, bucking and panting as much as the gag allowed, oh god, almost there…

“AUGMMMM!!!!” Fire raced through her ass, like she hadn’t felt before.

“Lady Sonia,” came his gentle voice, in such stark contrast to his actions, “You were rude to me today, therefore you must be punished.” What punished, what the hell does he mean punished and when was she rude?! “I know your hard limits, Lady Sonia girl, no blood, no permanent marks, no extreme play…” he went on listing them. Oh God how did he know these? She never discussed them with anyone.. “so I will respected them, have no worry, but your ass is going to hurt, you can yell if you want,” like she could get anything through the gag, “but you must learn that stomping is unacceptable. Do you understand?” She nodded dumbly, what was going on here.

He started to lay them on, slow, strong, and varied. She stayed quiet for first five, but the belt soon brought life to her voice. Her white ass was an angry red, tears and drool were streaming down her little face, her nose running, by twenty he had to have her.

Laying down the belt stepping up to his ass, he started to massage the abused skin. Pulling down the thin material that did little to protect her skin, he felt once more to her dripping cunt. Playing with her clit until she started to respond, then dipping a finger in to her hole, she stiffened.

Jon couldn’t understand why until his finger went farther, shit she was a virgin. Before the questions could surface, he pulled out his fingers and continued on her clit. She wouldn’t be inexperienced for long. Once she was bucking his hand again, he dipped his head to her ass and started kissing it, while taking his fingers away from her cunt.

Kissing slowly around, he soon found himself buried deep in her. She tasted so sweet and musky. He instantly fell in love with the taste of her. He felt her coming close to orgasm once more and eased off, and began rubbing her ass once more. When she began to calm down, he started to lick at her hole, dipping his tongue deep within, using his fingers to tease the opening, he slowly worked his tongue back to the pearl once more and soon had her wild once more. Inserting one finger once again, she continued to ride his face, slowly he added one more, She was withering on his face, he leaned his head back slightly, “Cum to me Kiss girl, Cum now.” He felt her body pulse around his fingers, he felt her tremble as the wave over took her. Soon she was slack on the bed.

Lady Sonia was in heaven, she was in hell. What was happening to her? Why was she acting this way? Isn’t this what she always wanted? Coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, Lady Sonia was confused to say the least. She lay there, spent. Thinking it was done.

Then she felt something at her entrance, it was too big to be his fingers…Oh no. Shaking her head violently, she tried to protest. No, this isn’t right. She was fighting in earnest when the pain came, it wasn’t like she always thought, it hurt, but nothing like the beating she just had. Now she had a very full feeling, the pain receding, and a thought hit her. She wanted this. No, she needed this, for this to be this way. Shame washed through her. What kind of person was she if she needed to be rapped?

As he started to pull out she thought it was over, but then he plunged in again, it hurt again, but not badly. A few more strokes and she was beginning to enjoy it. By the end she was even meeting him stroke for stroke. Then he suddenly stopped.

What did she do wrong? She lie there for a moment, catching her breath trying to figure out why he stopped. When he finally pulled out of her, the realization came, men spilled their seed, he put his in her womb. Oh.

Jon looked down at his cock, blood and seamen mixture coating it. Looking at Lady Sonia and trying to read her. She had such a bewildered gaze on her. What was she thinking, well, at least she wasn’t mad. He made up his mind.

“Krissy, I’m going to take out the gag, when its out, no screaming ok” when she nodded he continued, “Now you must clean the mess you mad, I want you to clean my cock with your mouth, do you understand” Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was going to be sick, “Or I could give your ass another round” Jon warned. She quickly nodded her head.

Undoing the wide straps of the gag, Jon soon had her on his cock. She looked at it wide eyed, but it wasn’t discuss she had on her face, it was bewilderment, and then it hit him, she was a virgin, didn’t see the now softening cock before he fucked her. “Come on girl, there will be plenty of time to touch and get to know it.” With that she quickly started her cleaning job. By the time she was done he was hard again. Slipping it out of her mouth, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good Girl”

“Thank you, Sir.” She answered in a hoarse whisper.

Lady Sonia sat there, on the floor, by his feet, feeling…well she really didn’t know what she was feeling. There was disgust at what she’d just done, there was pride in his reaction to it, there was desire to learn more about what was happening, and affection for this man that stood in front of her. How can one have affection for your rapist? She struggled to understand all the emotions playing through her.

When he started to walk away, she started to panic, was he leaving her like this? The same doubts that had assaulted her for years came crashing around her. He was going to just use and abuse her, then leave her. Just as the panic began to crescendo he walked back in the room carrying a glass of water, and a pasta dish.

“Are you thirsty?” when she nodded, he tipped the glass to her lips. Drinking deeply, quenching a thirst she didn’t know she had to only realize, she felt utterly safe with this man. Why? When she was done drinking, he kissed her forehead and held her. “Are you hunger, pet?” he asked after a moment. Again, unable to find her voice, she nodded. She began to turn around so he could undo her arms, but he stopped her.

“No pet, not yet. I will feed you, then there are questions that need to be answered.”

Jon sat there watching Lady Sonia eat. Doubt started to assail him. He hadn’t known she was a virgin, wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing. Hell, he hadn’t had a virgin since he was one himself. She didn’t look angry or hysterical, but she was awful quiet. Once she was done, it was time to answer some questions.

“Lady Sonia, why at 24, are you a virgin? I know it isn’t from any lack of willing guys, I’m sure.” He added dryly.

It took her a moment to answer. He noticed her face went to a very nice hue of red. “I’m assuming you know of my interests.” After a quick nod and a little bit rolled eyes she continued feeling a little foolish, “I’m not a slut, I always have believed to wait until it feels right, not necessarily marriage, but something that held interest. Boys then men that I came to know…just didn’t interest me in that way.” She took a breath and then continued, “but that’s only part of it,” her color kicked up a few notches, “I think another part was…that you see I…” fighting shame that was building up inside her, she looked down, “I think I’ve always been waiting for this,” the words were so soft he almost didn’t hear them.

Jon looked at her, eyes down cast, humiliation stained cheeks, arms bound behind her, she was such a lovely sight.

“Ok, I think I understand what you’re saying. Have you ever done anything like this, or related? Nonsexual obviously. What have you discovered that you want to try or learn more about/”

Still whispering she asks, “How do you know this, me? How do you know I’ve been researching?”

Not surprised by the questions…honestly who would be…he answered in a slow voice void of emotion, “That is something we’ll discuss at a later date. For now, you are mine. You please me, you make me happy, so far you’ve done well, pet. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I haven’t researched the activities as much as the relationships, as for the activities, I wish only to please you.”

No one was more surprised by her words than Lady Sonia herself. What surprised her most was how much she meant them.

Lady Sonia was beyond confused. How in the world could she have revealed this much of herself to a practical stranger? What would he do next? Would she disappoint him? There was little straight in her mind except one thing; she really didn’t want to disappoint him. Maybe this is what she’d been looking for all these years?

“Turn around.” His soft but stern voice broke her revelry. She struggled to complete his command, her arms beyond aching were beginning to numb, and legs were cramping from kneeling for so long. After a few struggling moments she completed the task. “Good girl.” His voice laced with pleasure that made her brighten.

He began to remove the cuffs, then gently pulled her to her feet. “Stretch, get the circulation going again, then stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands locked behind your head, shoulders back, on that rug right there,” pointing to the rug that dominated the floor. After instructions given, he walked out of the room.

While rolling her shoulders, and stretching out Lady Sonia came to the hundredth realization of the evening, she wasn’t fearful, she was excited. As she stood there on his rug, feeling his drying cum run down her abused thighs, her heart pounding, her soft pink nipples fully erect, and she was practically panting, she was certain she had never been this aroused before in her life.

Thoughts filled her head of what might come next. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? Would she be able to please him? She knew she’d have to, the same way she knew there will never be another opportunity like this.

Now she was having trouble standing still, she needed something to rub her pussy, she needed to cum, she wished he’d come back now. No matter her needs, she knew she had to stand there, so she went off in her mind, feeling what it’d be like with his fingers where she needed them the most. Putting his cock back in her abused cunt and fucking her hard, with pure raw lust, hearing in her mind her screams of pain and carnal desire.

Jon walked back to the kitchen putting the dishes in the sink. Knowing this next phase would either make or break her. Stalling for time, he walked around the house, going through the scene in his head. He was impressed with her willingness, and was surprised by her complete lack of resistance.

Jon was going through these thoughts when he heard sounds that shouldn’t becoming from his guest room. He stealthy walked to the door, fully expecting to see her hands between those firm legs, or rubbing that dripping cunt on something…what he saw astounded him.

There stood his would be slave, in full position that he instructed, his cum dripping down her legs, reminisce of her spanking peaking around her thighs, eyes closed, looking about to cum.

Well, he couldn’t allow that could he?

He walked quietly, although he was sure a bulldozer couldn’t have disturbed her, standing behind her, he raised his hand…

SSLLAAAPPP smartly across her already tortured ass.

“Ahhhgggrrm,” she moaned and opened her eyes. She was such a cute little treasure, he could read her like a book. The fear, humiliation, desire, and pain all flitting across her face.

“Now little pet,” he began in the steely soft voice of his, “what were you day dreaming about? I have to commend you on keeping position, but that will not save you from punishment.” Looking directly into her eyes he asked, “Did I tell you to make yourself cum?”

That cute little face paled slightly, as she shook her head. “Sir” she started in a whisper.

“If you wish to speak to me, do so with pride. Speak up. Or are you ashamed of me?” he taunted.

“No Sir…” then cleared her throat and began again, “Sir, I didn’t cum.”

Oh this was fun, Jon thought but said, “But you would have, wouldn’t you of? Which, I must congratulate you of…even if I have to punish you…I’ve never seen a woman who could cum without so much as touching herself. Now answer me, girl, what were you dreaming of, to make you want to cum so bad and defy me?”

Oh hell, Lady Sonia thought. How was she supposed to answer this one? With the truth she knew…but it was just so embarrassing. She took a comforting breath and then another.

“Sir, I was thinking about you, about what you might want to…to do to me.” Hoping futilely that would be enough. She knew it wasn’t, but a girl could hope right?

“What would that be Lady Sonia?”

Gulping for air that seemed to have disserted the room, she closed her eyes.

“No, pet, look at me when you speak to me, and remember, loud and clear.”

Damn. “I was imagining…that your hands were on my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples…your fingers running up and down my sides…pulling my hair…fucking me…making me hurt some…but it felt so good to…you were biting me…then restraining my arms again…but above me…taking a…ummm…well I don’t know what it’s called. A whippy thing with lots of whips on it.”

Walking over to the armoire he pulled out a “whippy thing,” it was beautiful, soft black leather, with throngs about 18” long, the handle braided together to make a strong grip. A magnificent piece.

“Lady Sonia, this is a flogger. Here, hold it.”

She did, marveling at the weight, and the feel. Thinking of what it would feel for him to use it on her. Hoping he wouldn’t, praying he would.

“Lady Sonia, do you want to feel this on your skin, the bite of it on those delectable breasts, the burn of it on your flat tummy? Do you want this?”

Lady Sonia stared at him. How could he make her choose to give herself pain? That, well that’s…so wrong, she thought. Did she want to go on knowing she wanted different things, but not taking the chances to find out what those things were? Would it hurt? Then her mind was made up, she had to find out.

“Sir, I would very much like for you to flog me, however, may I have a safe word or action?”

“Of course sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead, “it shall be elephant.” With that he kissed her for the first time on the lips. It wasn’t brutal like she’d expected, but gentle, coaxing, and promising. She felt her arms start to drop and caught them before they fully left her head, but he saw it. The gleam that came in his eyes could scare the devil out of hell. Well, as they say, if you’re going through hell, keep on going.

Jon stepped back for a minute. Playing the scene out in his mind, he finalized his plans. He wouldn’t go overly rough on her, but enough to give her a good taste.

“Lay on the bed and remove the shirt and bra. Make sure your ass is down and those tits are up.” Lining his aim up mentally, he decided to start near the navel with the softer blows. Slowly working his way up, varying his technique as he went. He began slow and steady and strong. Stroke after stroke, listening to her moans become cries, easing up a bit when he was hitting her breasts, only to lay them harder again. There was no patterned as he worked her body over and slowly worked his way back down again. When the tears stopped, so did he. She never used her safe word.

Laying the flogger next to her, he scooped her up in his arms and held her as she worked her way through the pain. He began kissing her tenderly, she responded immediately.

Lying down on that bed had been the scariest moment of her life. Trusting him to not kill her and not hurt her. It didn’t hurt badly at all, it was the fear that made her cry out. It wasn’t a massage by any means, and eventually she felt the arousal, but her fear was what made it almost impossible. The fear of what could be. So when the pain came, she was lost to it.

Now, here in his arms, she could think of no other place she would want to be. Kissing him was intoxicating. When his hands lifted her ass, the pain of before mixed in with the pain of now was exhilarating.

“Fuck me, please Jon,” she began to pant and plead. When his response came, she didn’t hear the words but for the meaning, yes.

“I’ll only fuck you my way, lil one. Do you want me to take you my way?” He knew she was too lost to comprehend, and it was probably a little evil to do this to her, but he’d have done it eventually. Maybe passion lost, it’ll be easier on her.

So when he moved her back over the bed, face down, ass up, he began massaging her still colorful bum. Then reached through her parted legs and began teasing her slit. As her panting grew louder, he dipped his head back down for another taste of heaven. He felt her close, her body started to tremble with it, so he stopped. While she lay there whimpering and trying to cope with the lost of his magical fingers and tongue, he picked up the tube of lube.

He applied a generously to himself and started molesting her clit once more. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her wickedly. She never even heard the words. As she was about to topple, he added lube to her brown hole, and when she couldn’t get any higher he whispered, “cum Lady Sonia girl,” and plunged into her virgin ass.

Even Lady Sonia couldn’t tell if her screams were from ecstasy or pain. What she did know was she kept flying, and when she reached earth once more, she was meeting his thrusts with wild abandon, and soon was soaring once more, this time taking him with her.

When he rolled off of her, she felt the loss of him. When he pulled her into his embrace, she realized how safe she felt with him. How amazingly it seemed that he knew her better than she knew herself. It was then that she decided she didn’t care what miracle brought him to her, she was glad it did.

Hibbert relaxed and leaned against the wall of the kitchen, watching as Lady Sonia finished the last of the dishes. He looked down her long copper-red hair to the edge of her pink, cotton skirt that ended about three inches beneath her ass. He watched intently when the material swished with her movements. He knew there was nothing under the soft fabric except even softer skin. He could feel his hand itch with his want for her.

Tonight was to be their first “Friday Night Spanking” in the new apartment. They had always wanted a regular spanking night once they finally were together in real life. They had said that setting a day aside, once each week, for erotic spanking would help remind them of their dominance and submission, no matter how busy life became, and keep their love for each other fresh and exciting.

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She had felt Hibbert touch her almost constantly since he had picked her up late one morning at her sister’s home two weeks before. They had enjoyed a first spanking at the hotel, and it had been exciting and wonderful because everything was new. But tonight was different … special. They were more comfortable with each other, and they were finally in their home. Tonight he would make her ass red, her pussy wet, and her tears would flow from her dark eyes in their very own bedroom.

That thought had him shifting his weight and his cock twitching. Lady Sonia must have heard or sensed him behind her, and she turned to smile into his eyes. It was like she saw right into his soul. Her eyes twinkled with what he was thinking. She had already spent the day babbling on about how excited she was and had been teasing him every chance she got.

“Are you finished yet?” Hibbert asked. He walked up behind her tired of trying to resist touching her. His hands glided over her shoulders, down her back and under the skirt to cup her full, round ass cheeks. He had prohibited her from wearing panties without special permission. Lady Sonia giggled and pressed back against his hands as he gave her bottom a firm squeeze. He honestly prayed that this feeling of needing to touch her would never leave him. He also hoped she would never get tired of his hands on her.

“Yes, I’m finished. Did you want something Sir?” She giggled again as his lips bit her on the right ear lobe.

“You know damn well what I want and how I want it,” he growled into her ear turning her giggles into a moan.

He loved being with her, especially as her Dom. The fact that Lady Sonia was as happy as his submissive filled him with a joy and a purpose he had sought for years. He knew that in time they would become Master and slave. He already owned her heart and soul and the training of her body was something he planned to drag out for the rest of his life.

In fact, tonight Hibbert planned to step up the training. He planned on pushing Lady Sonia a little past the limits she thought she had. He wanted to keep her guessing and to help her break down the barriers for her body that kept her from fully giving herself. Until now he had been patient with her and had not caused her humiliation. But he knew if he didn’t push her a little, she would stay where she was and Hibbert couldn’t accept that for either of them.

Lady Sonia dried her hands on the towel next to the sink and turned around to face him. Her arms went around his neck and he held her close for a moment inhaling the scent of her hair and loving the warmth of her body as she snuggled against him. She tilted her face upwards, pursing her lips to kiss him. She was always bold in the way she expressed her love. Sometimes Hibbert thought they could live happily ever after with their lips locked onto one another’s. But, not right now, he thought as he pulled his mouth away from hers and smiled at her small whine of protest.

“If you are finished in here I have some things I would like you to do. I don’t want you to roll your eyes or try to argue what I will tell you.” He paused and drew back to look at her face.

“Is that clear Lady Sonia?” He watched her eyes as she transformed into his good girl.

“Yes Sir, what would you like?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I want you to go take a shower, put on just a little make-up, put your hair in a pony tail, then put on the clothes I have laid out for you on the bed. OK?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I want you to get into your position next to the chair that I have moved into our room for the night. Wait for me there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I love you Lady Sonia, I love you very much.”

“I love you, my Hibbert.”

They kissed, and with a swat on her behind, he sent her off to take her shower while he went to into the computer room. He found he couldn’t actually do any work. When he heard the shower, he imagined he could see her naked body, the soap running off her breasts with milky streams of hot water. He knew that when she was done tonight, her delicate bits would be as smooth as satin; she knew her body was going to be the star of their show. Hibbert closed his eyes imagining her across his lap, open and exposed, giving herself to him. The power of the image was arousing and he touched the sensitive bulge in his jeans and impatiently glanced again at the clock.

When he heard Lady Sonia leave the bathroom and go into their bedroom, he half smiled imagining the shock on her face as she saw what he had laid out for her to wear. She would be panicked, but he also knew she would obey. Until now, he had allowed her to be shy about showing off her body. He knew she was self-conscious and didn’t like to be naked. But he knew that if he didn’t push her she would never understand that naked is how he wanted her. He wanted her to submit her body fully to him so she would know and believe that he really did love and accept her just the way she was.

He touched his cock again, as if that would ease the ache that had been there since this morning. God how he wanted her ass under his hand and her pussy wet for him! She was the hottest lover he had ever been with and everyday they were together yielded new layers of lust for them both. She admitted she was proud to be his slut. He thought enough time had passed, and he stood, pulling his shorts so they would drop past his erection. She was waiting for him.

At their bedroom, he turned the doorknob and went into the candlelit room. At the end of the bed near the chair, his throat caught his breath and he felt his cock jumped against his jeans. She was magnificent! He closed the door behind him and moved in front of her. She had done what he had asked. Lady Sonia was only wearing a black leather training collar, black stockings with black lace garter belt and black four-inch stilettos. Her red hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail with the ends hanging loose and brushing against her shoulders. She was in her submissive position with her palms upwards on her thighs and her eyes downcast. She was perfectly still but for the rise and fall of her breasts which told him just how nervous she was. He smiled softly down on her and felt the love for her fill his heart. What a brave girl his Lady Sonia was, and he so wanted her to see what he saw, but he knew that would take time.

“Lady Sonia, look at me.” Hibbert ordered her quietly, hoping he sounded Dom enough to not give away how nervous and excited he was.

Lady Sonia tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, “Yes Sir.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you Sir.” Lady Sonia smiled softly, and he could see her fight the tears that surfaced at his praise.

“Are you ok Lady Sonia?”

“Yes Sir, I…I just feel … naked,” she blurted out and blushed even more than she already had been. He swallowed his laugh and said.

“You look just like I imagined you would.” Hibbert reached out and stroked the top of her head lovingly. He reached his hand down and motioned for her to take it. Lady Sonia rose to her feet to stand before him. He was so impressed with her courage and her willingness to please him; he knew she would love nothing better then to grab one of his big shirts and cover up.

“Turn around, and let me see all of you.”

She looked like she would panic, but she was in her submissive mode and didn’t hesitate. Slowly, she turned in front of him. She was still not used to wearing such high heels, and one stiletto caught in the carpet and threw her off balance. Hibbert caught her in his arms.

“Well fuck, that was graceful!” Lady Sonia blurted out.

Hibbert busted up, and she laughed with him. She clung to him as they tried to gain composure, but every time she looked up at him, they broke into laughing fits again.

“Ok…ok…stop it!” Hibbert said, as sternly as he could.

“Yes Sir,” Lady Sonia said and bit her lip trying to get a hold on herself.

“God, how I love you little girl, even when you go and ruin a perfectly good moment.”

“Wasn’t me that picked out the shoes.”

“Ok, that is it, Little Miss Smartass!” Hibbert stated in his best Dom voice and sat down in the chair.

“Get over here … now, Lady Sonia,” he growled.

All traces of laughter or sarcasm fell from her face, and he could see her fall into submission and felt such pleasure at how quickly that happened for her. It was never a role with Lady Sonia. She was who she was, and Hibbert felt his heart swell with love and pride that she belonged to him.

Lady Sonia stopped in front of him. Hibbert reached out and ran his fingertips up her stocking-clad legs to the smooth skin of her thighs, stopped, and then slowly stroked back down again. When he went up again, he reached around her to touch her full, smooth ass cheeks. He looked up to see her eyes partially closed and saw the small pink nipples of her breasts already as hard as pebbles.

“I want you to lie across my lap, Lady Sonia.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

She went to the side of the chair and leaned forward. He helped her down, holding her securely. “Don’t

be afraid I won’t let you fall.”

“I know, Sir.” Lady Sonia didn’t sound too convinced, but he could also hear the determination in her voice to not show it.

She lay across his lap. Hibbert told her to hold on to the legs of the chair while he pressed his hand against the small of her back to hold her against him. His eyes feasted on the view. My God what a sight she was! The garters were pulled tight over the backs of her thighs and attached to the black lace of the stockings. He ran his hand over the back of her legs and down her calves. Then back up to the inside of her thigh and back over to tease the strap of the garter. He ran the tips of his fingers higher over the outside of her ass, which he was saving to explore last, to the small of her back. Her skin was so white, like porcelain, cool and as smooth as silk. He touched the back of her neck and then the pony tail hanging almost to the floor. He grabbed it and pulled gently back, lifting Lady Sonia’s head from its hanging position.

“Are you comfortable little girl,” he said. He didn’t expect her to complain now.

“Yes Daddy,” she said softly.

“We have been waiting for this night all week haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have.” Lady Sonia answered breathlessly with anticipation and just a twinge of fear.

“Do you want me to spank you, Lady Sonia? Do you want me to make your ass all hot and red and My pussy wet and wanting?”

“Ohhhhh yes Sir! Please I want that so much.”

She enflamed him. His cock twitched and pressed as if searching. He seemed to always be searching for her. Hibbert laid his palm across her ass. Slowly and lightly he began to caress her. He felt her breathing quicken, and she stiffened.

“Relax, Lady Sonia. You have to trust me.” He felt her body gradually release its tension as she lay over his lap.

His hands moved across her soft, smooth flesh. He moved from one cheek to the other, feeling every twitch she made in his finger tips. He went lower, to the spot where her leg met her ass. Ohhhhh, how he loved that sweet spot! Hibbert ran his forefinger slowly along the crease between leg and butt cheek, and Lady Sonia wiggled as he got close to her pussy.

“Be still, Lady Sonia. Let me touch you without worrying that you will fall off.”

“Yes Sir,” she said and held herself still. Hibbert smiled down at her effort. She was very active when it came to anything sexual, and forcing her to be still increased her tension.

Hibbert’s moved his fingers along the crack of her ass and down to his favorite possession, Pussy. He very lightly brushed against her labia and then back up to her smooth ass cheeks again. He caressed her for a few more moments and then raised his hand and let the slap fall squarely upon her left cheek. Lady Sonia jumped in his lap and he held her tightly as his hand fell again on right cheek. Then back to the left, then the right, then a caress to smooth the skin and to her get used to the sting.

Hibbert noticed his heart pounding hard and felt his hand raining down in the same tempo on Lady Sonia’s ass and thighs. A very nice shade of pink was starting to rise in her white skin. His cock was pressing hard up against her. She moved to press her pelvis down onto it. Hibbert shut his eyes, feeling his cock pulse and throb. It wanted out, but he wouldn’t think of that until he was finished with the spanking.

“Your cock is hard Lady Sonia. Do you feel it?”

“Yes Sir,” her voice breathless.

“Do you want more Lady Sonia?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

He loved the way she said “Daddy.” His slut, his little girl! He brought his hand up and this time brought it down hard, in the center of her ass cheek, then on the other side just as hard. He poured blows on her thighs, making them as pink as her ass. Lady Sonia moaned and wiggled, both to meet the sexuality of it and to temper the pain. When she tried to close her thighs around her pussy, Hibbert instead moved his hand down and cupped her sex. Heat radiating from her sex; he pressed a finger into her slit.

“Your pussy is so wet, little girl. Does Daddy turn you on when he spanks you?

“Oh yes Daddy!”

He inserted his finger into her warm, moist cunt, working it in. Her pussy gripped his finger and he could feel her cunt suck him. Lady Sonia pressed back against his hand, moaning and eager for him to continue, or to increase his pace, to make her come. Hibbert slid the finger out, coated in her juices and spread it on her clit. Lady Sonia had the most sensitive, tiniest clit Hibbert had ever felt. He was amazed at how something so tiny could cause her so much pleasure. He circled the little nub while she wiggled with new eagerness.

“Don’t move, Lady Sonia!” It was an order.

She stopped. He took his hand from her pussy and rubbed it over her ass then down her legs again. Whack! He slapped her ass. He went into a steady rhythm, slowly building in speed and intensity. He loved the feel of the heat that was radiating from her soft flesh, her cheeks becoming redder with every slap.

“Ouch!” Lady Sonia cried out suddenly and all but jumped from his lap. Hibbert tightened his grip and looked down at her with concern.

“What is it?” He asked.

“That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to, Lady Sonia,” he said, frowning in confusion

“I know, Sir.”

“Lady Sonia you have to use your safeword if you want me to slow down or stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop Sir. I just needed to say ouch.”

“Oh.” Hibbert frowned down at her and then broke out into a big smile. Of course, she would say ouch. Lady Sonia always said what was on her mind.

“Do you want more, Lady Sonia?”

“Yes Daddy…but?”

“What?” He asked, starting to feel a little perplexed by the woman over his lap with her sex open to him, her head dangling down and her red ponytail dragging on the beige carpet. He looked at her ass, pink from the top of her cheeks down to where the stockings started near the middle of her thighs. His hand caressed the hot skin as he waited for Lady Sonia to say what it is that she wanted.

“Uh…well…can you do it a little harder please?”

“Oh, you are such a naughty slut.”

“Yes Sir!” Lady Sonia giggled and Hibbert slapped her ass hard enough to cause her to flinch and cry out,

“Owwww!”

He began spanking her harder and harder. He could feel the damp oozing from his cock. Lady Sonia’s ass was hot and red. His hand was stinging from the force. Hibbert slipped a finger into her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. Her pussy juices coated his finger. He rubbed her clit and she moaned and pressed against him. It was difficult now with Lady Sonia writhing against his hand; he could hear sobs mixed in with her moans and knew not much more would be needed to send her over the edge.

“Ohhhhh Daddy!” She cried out, a mixture of tears and lust.

“I want you to come, Lady Sonia.” He fingered her faster, harder, until her body began tensing. Her cunt sucked at his fingers, her clit was swollen and hard.

“Come slut, come now for your Daddy!”

“Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh Daddy!” Lady Sonia cried out and came against his hand, pressing hard and increasingly wet and slick against his palm and fingers. He rubbed and stroked her until he felt her spasms lessen. He stopped to caress her ass and pussy. He could hear her sobbing harder now and could feel her body tremble with emotion and the need she still felt. She was never finished with one orgasm and the next would be stronger and more intense.

“Lady Sonia, slide off of me please.” His voice was raw with feeling as Lady Sonia slid down his lap to lie at his feet. Her hands wrapped around his legs, and she cried. Her body shook from too many endorphins. He looked down at her for a moment as love and lust for her consumed him. He gently removed her hands from around his leg and helped her up from the floor to her knees. Hibbert took her face into his hands and looked down at her tear-streaked eyes and open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. He thought she had never looked more beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed one eye then the other, moving down to kiss her tear stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of tears. She sniffed loudly, and he smiled. He reached over to her vanity table and took a tissue, handing it to her so she could blow her nose.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Yes, Daddy! I feel great,” and with that she burst into tears again, this time mixed with giggles. She was on a high now and he could tell that if he didn’t reign her in she would be off and bubbling. So, he helped her to her feet and gave her another tissue. After drying her eyes, he motioned for her to turn around for him. This time her shyness was gone and she spun around proudly showing off her very bright red ass cheeks.

“Can I see, Daddy?”

“Yes you may,” Hibbert laughed.

Lady Sonia went to the mirror hanging on the wall and looked at herself. She twisted to the left, and then to the right, to get the full view of the damage that had been inflicted on her soft skin. She smiled and reached back to touch one flaming cheek.

“Oooo it’s hot!” She said with a giggle and winced from the pain, and then she giggled again.

“Yes, and pussy is still wet and Daddy’s cock is very tired of being cooped up.”

Lady Sonia looked down to his crotch and licked her lips. In her most seductive walk, which wasn’t much considering how much she wobbled in her shoes, she came forward, looking Hibbert right in the eye. His cock twitched the closer she got.

“What can I do for my Cock?” Lady Sonia asked looking into Hibbert’s eyes with so much love he felt his heart melt.

“Suck me,” he said quietly. Lady Sonia fell to her knees and wasted no time undoing his fly to release the hard cock from its confines. She took it lovingly into her hands and leaned forward to kiss the head. She rubbed the head over her mouth and face, the whole time looking up into his eyes. Hibbert grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face down onto his cock. He wanted to bury himself in her mouth and down her throat. She was so warm and wet, her tongue circling around and around the shaft. He felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock swell. He could hear her slight gags when he thrust against the back of her throat. He thought briefly that he should care if he was being too rough with her, but quickly stopped caring as feelings of pure lust had him pumping himself into her mouth.

His hands pulled out the elastic band from her hair and tossed it to the floor. He weaved his fingers through her long tresses. He loved how silky her hair felt and that sensation, mixed with the wet sucking of her mouth, was almost too much for him to keep control of himself. He knew if let her keep this up he would come soon. Closing his eyes and concentrating for a few more seconds on the delicious sensations, he eased himself out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He kissed her long and deep. Lady Sonia melted into him and kissed him back with as much passion as he gave her. Their tongues each swirled around the other, and Hibbert felt his cock throb violently as Lady Sonia sucked his tongue into her mouth, working it as if she still had her lips around his penis. He ran his hands down her back to her ass where he could still feel the soft heat from the spanking against his palms. He pulled her hard against him as if he could make them one flesh. He ravished her mouth and felt her complete surrender to the kiss and more importantly to him.

He broke off the kiss and pushed her backward onto the bed. Lady Sonia’s legs wantonly opened, eager to receive him. Her eyes shone with lust, and Hibbert knew he was done with spankings and foreplay. He had to have her in the oldest way right now! He climbed onto the bed and between Lady Sonia’s white thighs. He held his own cock to guide himself into her sweet, hot pussy. He felt the wetness open around him and he couldn’t keep from plunging into her; he felt her pussy suck him in deeper, then resist. He pushed and felt her open tightly around the head of his cock. Her hips rose from the bed and her legs came up to wrap around his waist.

Hibbert rose up on his hands and looked down at her. Her red hair fanned out on the sheets, her full breasts rising and falling, ready for attention with eager, pink nipples. He was only too happy to give the girls what they wanted and lowered his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. Lady Sonia stroked his head as he began sucking, and she moved against him, cooing as he began fucking her.

He went from one nipple to the other, but then his cock became too demanding. Hibbert pulled his cock nearly out of Lady Sonia’s pussy, teased her opening for several seconds until she began to breathe harder, and then plunged it back in again. He did this over and over, until he was thrusting hard and fast into her. Her moans grew louder, her eyes shut tight. Hibbert slipped a hand between them and touched her clit causing Lady Sonia to arch her back and let out a loud moan. He rubbed her clit in a firm steady circular motion and continued to drive his cock into her. He could feel his balls drawing tight and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“Look at me Lady Sonia.” She opened her eyes. “Come with me.”

“Yesssssssssss Daddy!”

They were lost in the passion and each other, their eyes saying what they felt in that moment. Hibbert let out a loud moan that mingled with Lady Sonia’s softer cries as their orgasms ripped through their bodies merging in the sweet release of passion and love. Hibbert closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the feelings of joy that wash over a man when he comes with the woman he loves, His Lady Sonia, His love and slave. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. She giggled and hugged him tight against her.

“I love you, my Hibbert!” She whispered.

“I love you, my Lady Sonia.” He whispered back and rolled off her gathering her in his arms and holding her close as they regained their breath.

“Daddy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Can we have a Saturday night spanking night too?”

Hibbert laughed and hugged her tighter. That was his Lady Sonia…slut to the core. God how he loved it, and her!

“You see, I want you dressed up nice and fine so I can take before and after shots of you for the web. It is amazing what you can do with an expensive phone these days. You will look directly into my phone and tell the entire world who you are. Wait…I have a better idea. Once you are dressed you will say, Hi, I am Dr. Lady Sonia and I am a hooker. You will give me a cheery smile in your fine clothes. We want everyone to know what a great doctor you were. Then you will take off your clothes and stay in your bra and panties while you tell them you really just wanted to be a hooker all along and pose nicely for me. I am going to send this stuff to my email address and maybe if you are a good girl it won’t go on my ‘Sluts for Femdom’ website. You see it will be like before and after pictures. Now won’t that be fun? Remember, you are in my stable of girls now.” Dr. Sonia began to cry as the realization of what was happening sunk in.

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Poor little Young Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She didn’t believe such pain existed as that which she was now suffering. Josh the nineteen year old camp counselor was slowing shoving his huge cock into her tiny little bald pussy. Naked Cory sat there playing with his tiny dick and watching as he had been instructed to do. His mouth hung open in awe. He was sure the big fat fucker that Josh sported would rip Young Sonia’s pussy to pieces. He looked closer to see if the skin would tear, but the little girl’s cunt continued to stretch and stretch as Josh forced more and more cock into her.

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“That a girl, Young Sonia. Oh Fuck, what a fucking hot bitch you are! Such a good little cunt! Take my big fat leaking dick! Take my big fat cock up your tiny baby cunt!” Four inches of nineteen year old dick were now imbedded in the little girl. She felt like a pig on a spit, she felt en brochette! she felt skewered! The dick was so large that her entire little body felt impaled on it, and indeed she was. He had her naked lttle body on the bed on her back with her legs pulled up to her flat chest. He leaned over her and shoved more and more dick into her scared body.

“That’s it you sweet little bitch, take my big dick. I’ve got almost half of it in you now. Only a little over five inches to go! Can you feel it bumping against your cervix? Does that hurt, angel? I swear to you, after you have been fucked fifteen or twenty times, this won’t bother you at all any more.”

“She’s bleeding!” Cory said with alarm, his small hand working his stiff little dick.

Avery laughed. “That’s cause I popped her cherry. Cunt’s have a thin membrane of skin in there, and I just broke through it. It’s great! When you get a bit older, Cory, you and your buddies will have contests to see how many cherries you can pop. It’s a thing guys do. Of course here at camp, I get to bust a whole lot of virgin membrane. It’s one of the perks.

“Doesn’t it hurt her? Look, she has her eyes closed and is breathing real funny and crying.”

“Of course it hurts her, Dickface! That’s part of the fun. When a guy fucks a girl, he tries to fuck her as hard as he can, so that she never forgets his particular dick! Girls never ever forget me. Believe me! Okay, bitch, here comes another inch!” His muscular ass globes tightened a bit and moved down as he forced another inch of cock into the wailing girl.

“Get behind me, Cory and lick and suck my balls while I fuck her!”

Little Cory made a face. He had already sucked Avery’s ass. ” Do I gotta?”

“God damned right, you gotta. I like to have my balls licked while I fuck a bitch. Sometimes I’ll have a cunt’s boyfriend or husband lick my balls while I fuck her. If grown men are afraid to say no, you better Goddamned well get on a job when I tell you to. Now lick them real nice. They’ll be swinging alot once I start to actually fuck, so don’t hurt them by catching them in your mouth. Just lick and suck gently on the nuts in the sack!”

“What do you mean, once you start to fuck? Aren’t you fucking her now?”

Avery laughed a deep throaty laugh. “Fuck no. Now I am just introducing her to my dick! Once I am in all the way, then I will start to fuck her little brains out. Not that bitches got any brains to begin with. Not real brains. Not for things that matter. RIGHT, BITCH? YOU ARE JUST A BRAINLESS LITTLE CUNT, AND WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE A BRAINLESS LITTLE GIRL WITH A HUGE OPEN CUNT THAT CAN TAKE ANY FUCKING THING AT ALL!”

Little Young Sonia howled in pain and tried to twist away. Avery grabbed her two little nipples and tugged. “You just lay real still, Fuckhole! I am doing this for your education. Lay still and take this fuckmeat. do know how many high school freshman, girls older than you, would gladly change places with you? At school, the freshmen bitches hang on me all day. “Please fuck me, Avery,” they beg. “I’ll do anything you want!” I string them along. First thing I tell them is, “If you want to taste my dick, you got to come to school with no bra or panties on! And no pants, only short skirts!” Shit, I got fifteen or more freshman twats walking around school with their bare cunts showing! I make them lift their skirts to show me and my buddies their virgin pussies! I make them stand there in the school hall, against a locker and finger their cunts while we guys watch. That’s how I am able to decide which cunt I want to fuck next. I make them open their blouses and show us their naked tits. I tell them to pull on their nipples to get them hard. How else can a guy judge if he wants to date a bitch or not? Sometimes, I’ll have them compete. I’ll take two bitches into an empty classroom and have them strip and tell them to play with their pussies and tits. The girl who fingerfucks herself best gets a date with me. You little bitches are really lucky. You are getting a head start on the other girls. You are getting introduced to dick early in life. Of course most of the dicks you encounter in junior and senior high will not be as big as mine or the other counselors here at Fuck Camp. You will be a bit disappointed because you won’t feel stuffed full of cock in your cunt and asshole. But if you are an enterprising young twat, you will hit the streets looking for massive dick to satisfy you. Hang on, here come another inch!”

Avery was pounding the little bitch now. He knew he would not get it all in her, she was just too tiny, but he could still try. Cory half in fear, half in little boy lust and curiosity had crawled down between Avery’s muscular thighs and was lapping at the large nuts hanging in their fleshy hairy sack. Cory was a bit to young to even understand about gay and straight sex. He knew about fags and something about what they supposedly did, but he didn’t understand the technicalities of being a queer or being straight. He and his little buddies had upon occasion stripped naked in his room and bounced on the bed and rubbed their bare little bodies against each other, but that was just little boy fun. They had compared dicklets and fingered each others little peckers, wondering when they would grow large like the older guys they had seen at the swimming pool. But Cory had no idea if licking a grown boy’s balls was queer or not. He just knew he didn’t want the shit kicked out of him, and that he had better do whatever Avery ordered. He had not enjoyed sucking on Avery’s ass, even though the counselor’s hole had been quite clean.

Avery had announced that he loved nothing more in life than to get his ass licked and sucked and that he would appoint one of the little campers each night to be his personal “ass sucker.” Cory hoped that since he had been initiated early, he might be left out of that chore for some time to come. It felt to freaky to have to lick up and down the ass crack between to smooth muscular ass cheeks, and then to have to swipe your tongue over the asshole. The skin there felt funny and the hair around the asshole got caught in the little boy’s teeth. Avery had been real patient. He was a good teacher, Cory had to say that for him. He taught Cory how to make his little boy tongue real pointy and then stick it into the rosebud of rectum flesh. He taught the kid how to actually fuck the asshole with his tongue while his lips sucked at the asslips. He told Cory to make lots of sloppy piggy noises as he sucked asses as the jocks really enjoyed that.

Young Sonia grunted as Avery bottomed out in her. No way he was going to get balls deep in this bitch. He was butting up against her womb as it was. Might as well start fucking! He raised his hips so the cock withdrew almost to the swollen plumb sized head, then he slammed his hips down so the dick forced itself roughly back in as deep as it would go. Young Sonia’s pretty little mouth opened but no sound came out! Here eyes opened wide too and rolled up until only the whites were showing. Young Sonia was sure she was going to die.

Avery looked down into her beautiful little face and could not resist spitting a huge gob into it. Spittle ran over her cheeks and nose as the nineteen year old counselor fucked her as hard as he could. His big balls bounced and swung and Cory had a devil of a time licking them.

The most interesting time of the evening so far for Cory had been when he had been taught how to put his dick into a girl. He had been instructed how to fuck Young Sonia. Of course his dick was still so small that even the little girl hardly felt anything, but it had been fun. Avery had sat there masturbating his huge leaking dick while he watched the two little kids fucking on the bed. He taught Cory how to hump his ass and hips more so that the dick would get deeper into the cunt. Cory’s dick was so tiny he had not even busted Young Sonia’s cherry. But it was damned cute watching them fuck. Cory had also sucked Young Sonia’s pussy and she had licked and sucked his tiny dick.

Somewhere along the line, Avery had decided to call Young Sonia, Piggy. He knew the summer camp would turn her into a little cock pig, so why not call her Piggy? By the time the summer was over, the fucking bitch would need cock every single day. She would be cock addicted. Dick addicted! Or just A Dick-ted. Although she would be fucked by boys in the camp every day most of the day, she would yearn for the massive pricks of the counselors. To get serviced by the really big dicks, she would have to perform degrading, disgusting, perverted, fun activities. For example, once a cunt craved Avery’s huge fuckmeat, he would make them suck and fuck with dogs before he gave them some of his precious cock. He might make them drink piss or eat shit or puke. He loved to see how low a girl would go, just to get his dick. It amazed him some of the things girls would do to get some of his fuckmeat.

There had been this one thirteen year old, Avery had been fucking who really needed his dick two or three times a week. Well, he had other cunts to fuck, so she was lucky if she got it once every two weeks. She began to go a bit nutty. She would stalk him. she sobbed that she needed his big dick. Finally he told her, he would fuck her, if she did a little something for him. He wanted her to fuck her own father and bring him photos as proof! She freaked out of course. How could she accomplish that? Not Avery’s problem. He thought it would get the bitch off his back. But lo and behold, about a month later, the cunt brings him photos of her own dad fucking her brains out! Avery had to relent and give the pussy some of his beautiful cock. Then she sobbed, she couldn’t live without his dick. Now this was an extreme case. He didn’t care if she committed suicide, but stringing her along suddenly became a kind of challenge for him. He told her he would give her his dick on a regular basis, if she got pregnant by her father! She resisted as any normal red blooded thirteen year old would do. He withheld his dick. She would come to him at the high school and say would he just take it out of his jeans so she could look at it for a few minutes. Being a nice guy he usually obliged, but that only made things worse. She would take one look at his cuntbuster, and go nuts. She needed it so badly. Well, she eventually relented and got her own father to fuck her pregnant. They told Mom it was some boy from school. When the girl showed Avery the pregnancy test results, he had a really good laugh. He gave her some good dick that night. She was in Heaven. Then he told her she could not get an abortion, but had to carry the child. He would continue to fuck her and give her dick to suck as long as she carried the baby. He would enjoy fucking a pregnant girl. Avery even visited the distraught father and told him he knew he had been fucking his own daughter. He showed the dad the photos the thirteen year old bitch had taken. The father was mortified. Avery forced the father to strip bare assed right there in his high tech expensive office, crawl on his hands and knees across the carpet and suck on Avery’s dick. Then he brought in the man’s daughter and he and the man fucked the girl in the cunt and ass at the same time.

That was only one of many adventures in sex that Avery had had. He was a real piece of work that nineteen year old jock was. He had even fucked his own mother, but that is another story. Now he was fucking little Young Sonia as hard as he could. The little thing was wailing again, throwing her head from side to side in pain as the huge dick plunged into her.

“Oh yeah, I am going to shoot! Beautiful!” Avery kicked out with one big bare foot and sent Cory tumbling onto the floor. He wondered for one nano-second if Cory’s ass would be as tight a fuck. Well, he had plenty of time to find out. As far as Avery was concerned, fucking children was the greatest thrill in the world.

Just as Avery arched his smooth well toned back and pushed his ass globes down so his dick would fuck into the little girl as much as possible as he shot his load, the door to the cabin opened and the two other camp counselors entered.

“Jesus, Avery, we can hear the bitch screaming all over camp. You are going to scare the other children.”

“Holy Christ, she is a good tight fuck! I’m just finishing up for the moment, why don’t one of you dudes stuff her cunt while the other one can fuck her in the ass. I’ll have her clean off my dick with her mouth! This little bitch needs some serious fucking!”

While the other two counselors stripped bare assed and played with their quickly swelling dicks, poor little Young Sonia, or Piggy as she would not be called curled up into a tiny ball on the bed and sobbed. Jizz ran from her ruptured pussy and puddled on the bed. Avery was having a great time. The muscular nineteen year old stud wiped his half hard dick in the puddle of cum and then crawled up to Piggy’s pretty little tear stained face. He rubbed the cock slop all over her nose and cheeks and mouth. Her eyes looked wild and out of focus as if she were in shock. Little Cory stared in awe at the huge hunks of fuckmeat on the other two counselors. Huge slabs of leaking fuckmeat bobbed and swayed as the counselors climbed onto the bed.

“Yeah, dudes. One of you fuck her in the ass while the other one gets sloppy seconds in her pussy. Look how tiny her asshole looks. You guys are gonna feel each others dicks through the membrane separating cunt from asshole.”

“Oh Please, please no, you’ll kill me…” Little Piggy squealed. Avery laughed and rubbed her flat chest, yanking on the budding nipples.

“Honey, we are just getting you ready for what you will be facing for the rest of your life. This is what bitches are for! Cory, get your little boy face over here and lick my balls some more.”

Cory was terrified to refuse the older counselors anything. After all, he was just a little kid. Piggy was screaming now as two dicks impaled her at the same time, a black one and a white one. both were really thick as well as long. The counselors knew they could only get half their pricks into the little cunt, but the asshole was a different matter. You could acutally adjust the intestines to take a whole nine or ten inch dick, even in tots as young as Cory and Young Sonia.

Cory was lapping at Avery’s huge sweaty swinging scrotum. The big dick grew thick and hard again. “Oh yeah, I feel like some little boy cunt, now!”

Cory almost fell off the bed. He tried to crawl away, but he was too tiny. Avery grabbed the little boy with one hand and dragged him back.

“No, please don’t do that to me. Please. I’m a good boy. I do whatever you say. I licked your balls and ass. Please don’t do that to me!”

“Baby, your asshole is so sweet, I just got to feel my dick up it. Besides, I couldn’t fuck Piggy balls deep in the cunt, so I just got to feel a balls deep fuck someplace.”

He flipped the little boy over on the bed. Now both children were squealing in terror. Piggy was double fucked. Her cunt was so stretched it looked grotesque and her asshole was torn a bit and bleeding. Avery spread the little boy’s ass with his large hands. His hands were as large as the ass globes. The tiny pink asshole looked wildly erotic to the nineteen year old counselor. He leaned in and spit a gob onto the rosebud for lube. Then he placed his huge cock knob onto the pucker and pushed. Little Cory had never felt anything so painful in his entire life. He grunted and then wheezed and then screamed a tiny high pitched scream, that got the three counselors laughing. Avery shoved as hard as he could, sending his massive fucker into the little boy’s rectum balls deep. The pulsing veins along the side of the jock’s prick added extra pain to the already stretched to the limit boy asshole. Little Cory saw white and heard buzzing and didn’t know what was happening to him. He felt numb down below, but inside a burning like he was on fire. Avery started to fuck in and out of the boy. On the other end of the bed, the two other muscular

counselors decided to change holes, so one pulled out of the asshole and went into the cunt, while the other took his place. Piggy’s teeth chattered together like she was freezing as tiny rips in her cuntal and anal flesh reacted to the rough fucking.

“Nothing like the first day of camp. And just think, we get to do this all summer, anytime we want to, day or night.” Avery yelled, his sweat dripping off of his chest onto the little boy’s back. He reached down and circled the boys slender waist with one large hand. He hauled the boy up onto his thin knees, so that he could fuck him harder and deeper.

“Holy, shit, you got to try this hole. It is so sweet! Totally awesome. I knew when I saw him standing bare assed in line today, that he would have a perfectly fuckable ass. We are going to turn this little boy in to a first class cunt!” The fucking was too sweet, he couldn’t even form words any more. So he just grunted and fucked the boy harder and harder. Then mid fuck, just for fun, he placed little Cory on top of Piggy.

“You two little sluts tongue kiss while we fuck you!” He screamed at the children. Out of sheer terror, they began to kiss, slopping spit from mouth to mouth.

“Hey, dude,” the counselor in Piggy’s ass said, “How about I shove my shitty dick in her mouth, so she can taste her own shit?”

“Great Idea. And then Cory can kiss her some more.”

The muscular counselor pulled his dick out of the little girl ass. She had been stuffed so thoroughly that her inner ass lining partly pulled out along with the dick. It was obscene.

The dick popped free, bouncing and throbbing, wet and glistening, covered with cuntslime, pre-cum and some streaks of little girl shit.

Avery grabbed the little girl’s head and lifted it. “Here, Piggy, gobble your own shit of the nice fat dick!” The shit streaked prick was forced into the little girl’s mouth.

Avery just loved to make girls eat his shit, so he laughed watching his buddy do the same.

When he dated some sweet young thirteen or fourteen year old cunt, after he got the little slut addicted to his cock, he told her she could not suck on it any more unless she ate his shit. At first the girls would refuse of course. What sweet normal little middle school sweetheart would agree to eat shit, even the shit of a handsome stud like Avery. But soon their need for the taste of his dick would weaken them. It amazed Avery how cock hungry the little sluts became. In order to get his dick, he made the twats eat his shit. He would squat over their faces and drop a nice thick turd right into the little sluts’ mouths. He made them chew the turd and open their mouths and show him. Sometimes he took a shit on a plate and served it to a twat as a meal. There was this one freshman girl in high school, and Avery had made shit sandwiches for her and made her eat them in the cafeteria and all the kids knew and laughed. It was the price she had to pay to get his dick!

I know you are wondering , do little girls need dick that badly. The answer is, yes! Once they get their first taste of cock, they are hooked for life. As soon as the horrible pain of her first fucks wore off, little Piggy would feel the need to suck dick daily. She would hunt out the largest dicks. She would suck the boys at her school, but little boy cock would not satisfy her. She would need huge black and white and latino dicks. Avery and his friends would make sure of that. They would train her to be a perfect little cock slut. She would go through life staring only at the lumps in men’s pants. She would crave dick night and day. She would willingly suck any man of any age who would even smile at her. Her pussy would drip constantly. And all of this while she was still in middle school! Her need would get worse as she got older. By high school, she would be a fucking nympho slut! She would let the entire football team fuck her several times a week.

Avery would also make sure before the summer was out that little Piggy was fucked by dogs and goats and pigs. That way, she would learn to love all dick!!! Avery would teach her that the more she degraded and humiliated herself, the more the boys would like her. She would never wear panties or bra to school. She would remove them as soon as she was out of her parents’ sight. And some of the parents who sent their kids to this camp wanted their daughters and sons turned into sex sluts. Many of them wanted to fuck their own children.

When a dad couldn’t handle the sight of his little son’s sweet little ass cheeks bouncing around the house any more, he sent him to this camp to turn to the boy into a fuckslut.

Whent he boy returned home after camp, he would be home schooled, so that he could be fucked all day every day. Mom might play with her son’s tiny little prick while Dad shoved his fat fucker up the kid’s asshole. Then the little boy would suck his mother’s pussy. He might be kept chained to his bed night and day, just a fuck hole for his parents and their friends.

These were people who loved nothing more than to totally ruin innocence. They hired Avery and his buddies because of their large fuckers and also because they were sadistic jocks who lived to ruin innocent virgin boys and girls.

Avery slammed his hips against the boy’s ass cheeks, his thick dick deep inside the boy’s bowels. Little Cory was sure he could feel the cock bumping against his heart.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, beautiful…beautiful fucking fuck!” Avery yelled. He grabbed Cory’s hair and yanked the kid’s head up and back. His buddy had just shot his load into Piggy’s ditch and had pulled his leaking dripping dick out. Now the stud wiped the cock slop and ass slop and cunt juice all over Cory’s sweet young face.

“How’s that, you fucking little faggot?” The counselor bellowed. And then unable to control himself, he started to piss all over Cory’s pretty little face. The little boy was in shock. This huge stinking dick was pissing all over his face. Piss stung his eyes, ran into his nose and mouth, dripped from his chin.

“I think we should turn this little fuckhole in to the permanent counselor toilet!”

The counselors often kept a boy or girl chained in the main cabin so that during the day, instead of taking a break, they could just piss in the kid’s mouth. The things kids learn at camp. They would make the children serve as shit holes for them. They would take shit’s into the mouths of the boys and girls. Before summer was over, they would have boys and girls lying in a sixty-nine position, sucking shit from each others’ assholes. No act would be too perverse for them to make these children try. The kids would play games where they would pass a counselor’s thick brown turd from mouth to mouth. The girls would have counselor turds shoved up their stretched out pussies, and then the boys would eat them out.

The children would be fist fucked and double fist fucked. The little girls would have fists up their cunts and assholes at the same time. Avery and his pals played rough.

None of these children would ever be the same again. They would be damaged for life. They would know how to service cock!

IT was the second week of Fuck Camp and the little children were quickly learning all they would ever need to know about sex and then some. All of the little girls had been fucked by the counselors and the little boys in the camp. The little boys has also been taught extensive homosexual activity. Many of their tiny penises could not yet shoot or were too small to make any impression on a pussy, but they were still taught how to complete diverse and wondrous sexual acts. Of course the massive pricks of the counselors, not one less than eight and half inches and some as long as a foot or so had truly opened the holes of the little girls and the asses of the little boys. Boys and girls alike were taught the fine art of cocksucking. They were taught how to tongue balls and lick assholes. Avery the head counselor and his mates had the time of their lives teaching the kids the facts of life, first hand.

Today, Avery was working with four little girls. They were pretty little things, with as yet undeveloped breasts and beautiful bald little pussies. They sat naked on a bench facing Avery who was also naked. The girls could not take their sparkling eyes off the massive hunk of fuckmeat that hung between Avery’s legs. His dick was not only long even when flaccid, but as thick as a coke can. The girls were fascinated and a bit frightened because they knew that that dick could really hurt. It could stretch them beyond belief, it could churn up their guts until they could not walk for two or three days after a fucking. Avery was not the best hung counselor, but he was certainly the roughest and most dominant. He sat across from the girls with his strong muscular jock legs spread and his dick hanging down over his massive balls. His balls hung low in the sack and swung with each movement. The girls had all tasted Avery’s balls. They had licked his ball sweat and tongued the nuts in the sack. At nineteen, Avery enjoyed very few things as much as teaching sweet innocent little girls how to lick balls and eat out jock asshole! And he was so fucking handsome, that very few little bitches could resist him. Most fell under his sexual spell and willingly did whatever he wanted. Cunts are like that.

The little girls sat on the long bench facing Avery. they too kept their legs spread so he could stare at their bald little baby cunt slits. Avery knew that before the summer was over, those baby cunts would be so stretched out that the tiny clits would hang like dicks and the pussy lips would be pulled out and hanging like a flower turned inside out. These little twats would know what is was like to take the thick end of a baseball bat up the pussy. They would know what it was like to get fucked by dog dick and goat dick, and pig dick. By the time these little bitches reached middle school, they would be totally fucked up cock sluts, who lived for nothing except dick!

The four little sweethearts sat there naked, legs spread, staring at Avery’s humongous prick. With one hand they toyed with their still totally undeveloped breasts, tugging and twisting their tiny nipples. With the other hand, they played with their pussies. Avery loved to watch very young girls play with their pussies. He loved to watch tiny girls corrupt their own cunts. When he was in high school and would baby sit, he often taught the little girls for whom he sat, how to finger and play with their cunts. He taught them how to rub their clits and shove fingers in and out of their cunts, how to stretch the cunt lips, and how to stimulate their assholes. Now he had a full time job teaching these things. He smiled.

“All right baby bitches, it’s quiz time. Let’s see how much you learned this week. While I quiz you, I want you to keep shoving your fingers in and out of your cunts and keep pulling on your nipples. Janice, you are not pulling hard enough. Stretch that fucking nipple way out! Imagine some guy is chewing on it. Come on you fucking whores, work those fingers in your cunts and get some juice flowing. I want to see cunt juice! ” The little girls were far to young to understand why boys like Avery loved to talk so dirty all the time, but Avery had informed them that guys got off on it, and it was a cunt’s job to help guys get off whenever they wanted. That was a cunt’s main job in life.

“Cunt’s can’t start serving dick too soon. You girls may think you are still young, but you are all cunts! Your mother is a cunt! Your two year old sister is a cunt! You are cunts. Cunts were put on this earth for one thing. To make guys dicks feel good. So I want to see you ramming your fingers in your fuckholes until you get a good juice flowing, while I quiz you.”

The four little girls dutifully finger fucked their tender bald little pussies even harder. The little sweethearts look a bit worse for wear on this second week, because the truth was, they were being fucked all the time. Each girl was fucked five to ten times a day. They also sucked dick almost every hour. And there there were the continual, degrading, perverse sex games. Game like having one little girl kneel with her mouth open and then having five or six boys see who could piss into her mouth from the farthest distance. The girls were taught that these were typical games that boys loved to play with girls from about the seventh or eighth grade on. The were taught never to object, or to refuse a boy in any way.

“Janice, what is the first thing a bitch does after a boy has been nice enough to fuck her cunt or her ass?”

Janice has glassy eyes from finger herself with such fervor. For such a young girl, she was staring at Avery’s massive nineteen year old dick in a rather hungry way.

“After a boy fucks you in the cunt or ass, you must immediately lick his dick clean! It is your first job. You cannot expect a boy to go away with a dirty dick!”

“That’s right, Janice. Everybody knows that bitches are dirty little creatures, and they must try their hardest to keep a boy’s beautiful big cock clean. I’ll bet you bitches didn’t know that that was the main job of cheerleaders in high school. It’s not to cheer. That’s stupid. No, after a really down and dirty football game, the jocks love to have the cheerleaders lick their sweaty dicks and balls and assholes clean. And their stinking armpits. Then after they, they take a shower. All right girls, I want you to team up now. Throw one leg over the bench and face your partner. Now instead of fingering your own cunts, I want you to finger each others’ cunts. I want to see each girl with two fingers up her partner’s cunt! With your other hand pull on your partner’s nipples.” Can you imagine how much young handsome Avery loved watching the baby bitches do this? He was teaching little girls to finger fuck each other! And two fingers up those baby holes! Well, the cunts could take it, after all they had already been fucked by ten to twelve inch dicks numerous times.

‘Piggy, when you are sucking a guys balls, what do you need to be careful of?”

Little Young Sonia, who was probably the most fucked girl in the whole camp was already a fucking mess. She smiled at Avery as she felt her friend’s fingers exploring her cunt and she pumped her own fingers into her friend’s pussy.

“When you suck a guy’s balls, you have to be very careful of the nuts themselves. It’s fun to stuff a nut in each cheek and gently suck, but you must be very careful because the nuts hurt easily.”

“That is right Bitchface, and you other little bitches can learn from Piggy. She is becoming a first class ball sucker. All the counselors agree!

Little Young Sonia beamed. She felt so proud.

“Now come on, girls. i want to see three fingers up those cunts. And don’t let me see you holding back. Really fuck those fingers in hard. And pull on those nipples. We want to see those nipples sticking out two to three inches in a few weeks. Your tits haven’t started to develop yet, so we want to at least see some nice nipple action! COME ON YOU FUCKING HOLES, WORK AT IT!” The little girls worked harder to please their teenage counselor.

“Alice, after you finish sucking off a guy and cleaning his dick, what is it always polite to do?”

“Thank him for the wonderful face fuck and ask him if he would like to take a piss in your mouth!”

“Very good Alice, my my your girls are learning fast. Very good. Remember, after his cum, a guys piss is the absolute most delicious thing in the entire world for a girl to drink. When you girls get a little older and go steady with a guy, you girls should beg him to let you drink all of his piss. Just like a bride drinks all of her husband’s piss, and if he wants, she even eats his shit. They won’t teach you that in regular school, but it’s true. It should be part of your wedding vows, that you not only love and cherish and serve your husband, but willingly drink his piss and eat his shit if he wants. A husband will want to fuck other cunt anyway, and it’s foolish to try to stop him, but he might shit and piss only in your mouth if you are a good wife.

Now girls, I want to see all four fingers in those cunts. Fuck each other’s cunts with your whole hand. really stretch those ball little fuckholes. I want to see your hands going in and out. I know it hurts, just put up with the pain. It hurts when our big dicks fuck you too. That’s part of the fun for us. COME ON YOU FUCKING USELESS TWATS, FUCK EACH OTHER. HARDER! I WANT TO SEE SOME CUNT ACTION HERE!”

The four little girls grunted and moaned as they fucked each others pussies with their hands. Avery had to laugh, they looked so fucking demented, hunched over almost on top of each other, forcing their hands in and out of each others’ vaginas. Their eyes were glazed, and spittle was forming at the corners of their mouths.

Avery the hunky teenage stud, felt his huge dick thump against his thigh. It was erect and pulsing, and from the wide piss hole, pre-fuck dripped. He loved nothing more than corrupting little girls and boys. As he spoke, there was a little boy from the camp tied up naked in Avery’s bunk. The innocent, beautiful, angelic young boy had a three battery flashlight shoved up his asshole. He had one of Avery’s filthy jockstraps shoved in his mouth. He has clothespins clamped on his nipples and tiny dicklet. And when Avery was finished with his lessons with the girls, he intended to whip the boy’s smooth grapefruit sized ass globes bloody with his wide leather belt. As he thought of the boy in bondage, Avery’s dick gave a lurch and pre-fuck sprayed the hand fucking little girls.

“All right Fuckdumps, listen to me. Keep your fingers rammed up those cunts. I don’t want to see them slip out even an inch. Now take your other hand and start to work your fingers up each other’s assholes!” There was some confusion as the girls tried to get their four hands down there at the same time.

“Come on you useless fucking sluts, you can do it. Spread your legs more, accommodate each other. I want to see you fucking each other in the cunts and assholes with your hands!

Twist your bodies around if you have to. Lift your legs. One hand stays in the cunt, the other goes in the asshole. Get all your fingers up those rectums! Open them up for our big fat college boy dicks! You want our big fat college boy dicks, don’t you, you baby slutbags! You dream about our big dicks at night! You drool over our big dicks all day. You would rather suck on our big fat college boy dicks than eat! Well don’t worry. You are going to suck so much college boy dick this summer, your teeth are going to become malformed! You mouths will be changed to be in permanent suck shape! You are going to leave here champion dick suckers! You are going to go back to school and suck the dicks of every fucking boy in your school, but those tiny grade school dicks won’t satisfy you, no, you will need to suck high school and college dick! You will suck your big brothers’ dicks and your fathers’ dicks! You will suck your teachers’ dicks and your ministers’ dicks! Come on, get more fingers up those assholes. Those assholes should be stretched enough by now. Or do you need to sleep with bigger dildos up your assholes at night? FOR SHIT-SAKE ALICE, STOP CRYING AND FINGER FUCK THAT CUNT AND ASSHOLE! IGNORE YOUR OWN PAIN AND CHANNEL ALL YOUR ENERGY INTO FUCKING YOUR PARTNER EVEN HARDER!”

Two other counselors wandered over, naked with erect dicks throbbing and leaking. They started to slap the girls in the face with their dripping dicks. The poor little bitches turned their heads to try to catch the cock heads in their open mouths.

“No, no, you only get dick if you hand fuck each other really hard. I want to see your whole hand up inside your partner’s cunt and asshole!”

Imagine seeing little girls shoving their entire hands up each others’ baby cunts and assholes! It was a beautiful sight. It made Avery so horny, he could stand it no longer. He turned the class over to the other counselors who Immediately started to jerk off over the girls’ faces, and he made his way stiff dicked up to his cabin to fuck the ass of the pale thin little boy who lay tied up on his bed.

Lady Sonia was one of the sweetest of the campers, perhaps because she was so small and her body was as yet totally undeveloped. She just reeked of innocence. Her face was angelic and trusting. She had big blue eyes and a tiny pug nose and full lush lips. She sometimes tied her long beautiful hair back in a pony-tail or even braids. The braids would be good for guys to hold on to when they were fucking her little face. She stood there nervously in her tiny gym shorts and tee shirt. He had no breasts yet so did not need a bra, but her nipple buds did push the front of the tee shirt out. They had been working her nipples for an hour or so every day. She had never known they could be come so sensitive. The counselors pulled and twisted and sucked on and even chewed a bit on her tender tit buds. They told her they were helping to develop them. They even had the little boys in the camp take turns sucking and chewing on them. When Lady Sonia cried that it hurt and she wanted it to stop, they called her a baby and told her she just had to get used to it.

As she stood in the doorway to the cabin, she felt weak in the knees. There seated totally naked in front of her were four camp counselors. The counselors were all muscular jock boys in their late teens or early twenties. The head counselor Avery Flannigan beckoned her closer. The counselors each sat on the edge of their beds with their legs spread wide. Their huge hunks of male fuckmeat hung swinging between their legs. All four counselors had dicks that hung over six inches when flaccid and huge loose hanging nuts. These boys prided themselves in their hunky bodies,hard abs, full pecs, tight dimpled asses, and huge dicks. They sat there leering at little Lady Sonia, with their muscular legs spread wide. Avery had that shit-eating grin he used so often.

“Hi, Lady Sonia. Do you know why you are here?”

“For some special help,” the little girl stammered.

“That’s right, honey. You are such a pretty little bitch, that you are going to have a devil of a time with the boys when you go back to school at the end of the summer. So we want to get you ready…to prepare you. You are going to be so fucking popular with the older boys, you won’t know what to do unless we help you. Now first things first. Take off your clothes.”

Little Lady Sonia tried to will her legs to stop shaking, but she just could not. She was both scared and excited. She stripped off her camp uniform of shorts and tee shirt and stood there in her tiny pink panties. As I said, her chest was still not budding, but the nipples themselves looked puffy and red from all the attention they had been getting. Really sweet!

“Come on, baby, panties too. Starting in fall, you won’t be allowed to wear panties to school anymore. They would get in the way of the boys playing with your pussy. And the boys are going to be playing with you all day. Boys in the sixth and seventh and eighth grade. And then high school boys too, and maybe even some college boys. We’re gong to make sure you are one popular little bitch. Now take down the panties and show us your pretty baby cunt.”

Lady Sonia peeled down her pink panties and the four teenage boys leaned in. They had seen her naked before of course. They kept most of the campers naked half the day. But it was still always a thrill to see a little girl take her panties down and show her bald little pussy. And bald it was. Not a hair yet. If she had been an early bloomer and had some twat hair, the counselors would have made her shave it off anyway. Well, they would have shaved it off for her. Avery felt his thick prick start to swell a bit. He liked to keep it flaccid as long as possible to impress the little cunts even more when it stiffened to it’s over nine inch length and it’s soda can thickness. The cunts were always both terrified and fascinated by his dick. He chuckled as Little Lady Sonia covered her tiny twat with her hands. Old habits are hard to break.

“Now Lady Sonia, what did we teach you yesterday? We taught you that girls must never cover their cunts if boys want to look at them or touch them. They must keep their cunts available to all boys at all times. Hands away, sweetheart, and show us your baby puss!”

Lady Sonia blushed but took her hands away, putting her cunt on display for the four older guys. All four teen jocks smiled. Perfect. Perfect pussy. Perfect young cunt!

“Good girl. Now just reach down for us and with your fingers spread your cunt lips, will you? Let us look up inside your cunt.”

Lady Sonia stood still, petrified with shame and fear.

“Honey, you don’t want to disobey us. Then we have to punish you, and we don’t want to do that. We want to be your special friends. You know your parents told you to obey us in everything. Now be a good little girl and spread your cunt lips for us.” The four jocks were breathing heavily, and there was the distinct smell of male fuck lust in the room. Luch reached down and with her tiny fingers tugged open her puffy pussy lips showing the bright pink inside.

“That a girl. Good girl. But you can open them wider than that. Really pull those cunt lips apart so we can see inside.” She did the best she could.

Lars the blond Nordic counselor spoke up. ” We know you are trying, baby, but you’re just not doing a good enough job. But I’ve got something to help.” He produced a steel object that looked like something a doctor would use. It in fact was.

Avery roared with laughter. “A speculum! Where the fuck did you get that?”

Lars chuckled. ” I got connections, dude. Well, it’s not a real one, like the gyno docs use. I got this from an SM website. But it’s virtually the same. You put these clamps into the cunt and turn the screw and it stretches the twat!

Ten Cent, the negro counselor with the huge muscular body and the freakishly large dick beamed. “Let’s get to it, man!”

They instructed a very scared Lady Sonia to lie down on on Avery’s bed. The sheets were not very clean and parts of them were stiff from cock leak.

“Spread your sweet little legs as wide as you can, baby.” They instructed her.

“Please don’t hurt me…” She whimpered. Were those tears in her eyes? Avery’s dick gave a lurch.

“Baby, sometimes growing up hurts a bit. That’s just the was it is. It’s just like exercising muscles. Sometimes they hurt for a while.” Avery stroked her hair away from her forehead, then reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

Lars placed the cold steel tip of the speculum at her puffy bald pussy slit.

“Jesus, her cunt is still so small. She has been fucked by every boy in the camp, and her twat lips are still not turned out.

“Most of the boys in the camp have pencil dicks and their balls have not fallen yet. You are forgetting how young these shits are.”

“Well, why the fuck haven’t we fucked this bitch yet? That would open her up! What are we saving her for? We fucked every other twat in camp.”

Avery smiled. “Christmas!”

“Christmas? It’s fucking July for Christ’s sake!”

“No, dumbshit, it’s like Christmas. Lady Sonia here is like a Christmas present. She is special. We want to take things slowly. Enjoy them. We want to try different kinds of sexual experiences. Do we just want to slam our dicks into every girl and boy here day in and day out?”

“Sounds pretty good to me…” Ten Cent chuckled.

“Let’s be creative. Now you brought the cunt spreader, and that’s good creative thinking. Let’s get that little cunt opened up so we can get on to her other lessons.”

“Ouch..that hurts…” Lady Sonia squealed as the cold metal object was inserted between her tender pussy lips.

“Honey, I am going to have to push it in five or six inches, so it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable.”

“Only five or six inches? How the fuck will she ever get ready for my fuckmeat?” Ten Cent was distressed.

“Take it easy Bro, she’ll soon be taking all the dick we’ve got.” Avery reached down to hold the little girl who had begun to squirm out of discomfort.

“Here we go, little slut. That is going to feel so good. Little girls love things shoved up their cunts. It’s their favorite game in the whole world.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD……….” the child wailed as the metal object was shoved up her baby pussy. “Take it out please. it is too big. You’re killing me.”

Avery leaned over and started to spit in the little girl’s face. Sweat from his armpit dripped onto her twisting body. She lay there with the speculum sticking obscenely out of her bald baby pussy. She threw her pretty head from side to side and Avery’s spit ran into her eyes, nose and mouth.

“Jesus, Fuck, I love being a camp counselor!” Avery yelled for everyone to hear. He could not contain his joy.

“Oh, please. please, I can’t take it. It hurts. It’s too big.”

Avery leaned his face real close to Lady Sonia’s. “Too big, you stupid little dipshit slut? We haven’t even started to open it yet! We’re going to stretch your cunt until we can get a baseball bat up there!”

Lars turned the screw and the cunt spreader went to work. Not only the lips but the inner cunt was stretched open. First the sice of a dime, then a quarter, then a fifty cent piece, and then the size of a silver dollar. The screams of the little girl filled the cabin. Jeff. the fourth counselor in the cabin got out a flashlight. He shone the light on the stretched cunt.

“That’s better. Now we can see way up into her cunt. Jesus, it’s all pink and juicy in there.” The four teenage boys leaned in to get a good look up the little girl’s cunt.

Lady Sonia was in total agony. She feared she would pass out. Twice when she began to lose consciousness from pain, Avery slapped her face and spit into it to keep her alert.

“Give it one more twist!”

“I’m afraid the whole fucking cunt will tear! Those cunt lips look ready to rip as it is.”

“Come on Wuss, one more turn!” Jeff goaded Lars.

“Who you calling a wuss?”

“You, if you don’t give it another turn!”

“I’ll show you, Mutherfucker. I’ll give it two!”

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, please. oh God. oh God, please. It hurts so bad!”

Avery played with the little girl’s nipples. “Just a little more, baby. That’s it. We’re almost done here. Just a little more. You can take it. Show us what a big girl you are.”

Avery had other plans for the speculum as well.

“Lars I need to borrow that thing, tomorrow. I am working on little Bobby Slattery, you know that cute blond boy, and I want to see how wide I can stretch his asshole. I’d love to get him horse fucked by the end of the summer.”

Lars smiled, “I’ll have to charge you a rental fee.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Jesus, look up into that cunt. It looks like a fucking cave! Hey’ let’s go splunking!”

“No, we have other lessons to teach little Lady Sonia today. We can’t neglect her lessons. Lady Sonia can you please crawl off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of us.”

“Can you take it out? It hurts so bad. Please. I can’t move with it in me.”

“Sure you can. I prefer to keep it in in you. Your cunt needs a good stretching before we fuck you. But today I want to concentrate on your cocksucking technique. So just crawl on off the bed and kneel in front of us. Here, we’ll help you.”

With the speculum stretching her tiny cunt lips obscenely wide, the little girl was forced to awkwardly kneel in front of the four naked jocks. The boys’ dicks were up and hard now from all the cunt stretching fun, and what impressive dicks they were too. Not a one was under nine inches.

If Lady Sonia even turned wrong the pain in her cunt almost caused her to pass out. She screamed out again and again. The guys thought it was really funny.

“Here’s the thing, Lady Sonia. Your cock sucking really stinks. When you get back to school in Fall you are going to be sucking dick every day. You are no longer a baby. The boys in sixth, seventh and eighth grade are going to want their dicks sucked. And it is a bitch’s job to do it! You’ll get a good head start on the other cunts if you are a good cocksucker. You will be the most popular girl in your school, and that is what we want for you. You want to be popular don’t you? Now some stupid cunts think that they should only suck the dicks of one boy…like a steady boyfriend. That is fucking stupid. A cunt should suck any dick from any guy. She should learn to respect and need all cock! She must never ever turn any dude down! that is the biggest sin in the whole fucking world, for a chick to refuse to suck a guys dick or get fucked! A cunt must NEVER EVER SAY NO! Now we want to improve your cocksucking. So, the boys and I are going to sit here in a semi-circle, and we want you to go from dick to dick, licking, kissing and sucking on us. And we will give you constructive criticism.”

Little Lady Sonia knelt there as the boys adjusted their beds so as to sit closer to the cunt’s pretty little face. the fucking dicks hung inches from her lips. They were swollen and dripping with pre-fuck.

“Now the first thing you will notice, Lady Sonia is that our pricks are leaking pretty badly. That is a good sign. It means you turn us on! So that’s a point in your favor. But we are making quite a mess here, so your fist job is to lick all the string of pre-cum from our pissholes. Scoop up all that fucksnot and swallow it.”

Lady Sonia leaned in and caught the long string of Avery’s fuck slime on her little pink tongue. She scooped it up into her mouth and swallowed. It tasted gunky and slimy. She crawled painfully from dick to dick, licking up all the pre-cum.

“Good girl, but smack your lips more to show us how much you love our fucksnot! Make nice cock pig noises. Dudes like that. Guys want their girlfriends to be complete fucking cock pigs! The more dirty and slutty and piggish you act and sound, the more the guy will get tuned on.”

“Look at our big beautiful dicks, Lady Sonia bitch. That is what ever cunt dreams about! Big dicks to suck on and serve. And you, lucky cunt, have got four of them! Remember, Bitch, what hangs between a guy’s legs is the only thing that matters in the whole fucking world.”

Avery laughed. “Lars is right, Lady Sonia. What they teach you in school is bullshit. Girls aren’t supposed to have careers or go to college. Girls are supposed to suck dick! Suck dick and get fucked. That is the only career a cunt needs. That’s why God gave us dicks and you holes! Your job in life is to service Cock! Now give each dick a nice big kiss right on the wet piss hole!”

The little girl kissed the gaping leaking pissholes of the four gigantic lust bloated hunks of fuckmeat. She was learning what life was all about.

“Now go from dick to dick and lick each of them all over, from the root to the tip. Get them all nice and wet and covered with your baby girl spit.”

While the little angel licked Avery’s fat fucker, Ten Cent moved in and started to slap her cheek with his big black prick, leaving pecker tracks on her delicate white skin.

“Please Avery, I can’t think straight. The pain in my pussy is too much. Please….”

“Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on your cock licking, or we will give the cunt stretcher another twist! That’s it, baby. Lick all over that dick. Dick licking little grade school Cunt! Oh yah, now go to the next dick. Gobble that dick. Show us how hungry you are for cock! Fucking cunts your age are always hungry for cock! Can’t get enough of it, can you? The little pricks of the underdeveloped boys in your school can’t satisfy you hungry twats anymore, can they? You need thick fat high school and college dick! Well, don’t you worry. We are going to take some nice pics of you sucking our dicks, and then we are going to make little cards with your photo on and the words, “I am a slut, please let me suck your dick and fuck my cunt and asshole!” And we are going to make sure every single boy in your school in grades six, seven and eight gets one. And we are also going to pass them out in the high school next to your school. You are going to be one popular baby slut!”

While she licked Ten Cent’s big black dick, Lars and Jeff held their leaking pricks over her face, so their pre-cum ran down over her forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. It dripped from her chin.

After she had licked all four dicks, she was told to start again and this time suck the dicks.

“Now, here is where you have been slacking off, Bitch. While your lips suck the dick, your tongue should be massaging the underside of the prick. Remember your job is to make us feel good! To make our dicks feel good! Work that dick in your mouth. make sure you get cock slop in every corner of your mouth, up in your gums, under your tongue… get some prick hair in between your teeth. You FUCKING BICH, SUCK OUR DICKS! By the end of today, we want to be able to get two dick heads in your mouth at the same time. Suck our dicks way down. Let our dicks fuck down into your fucking useless throat.Oh fuck, fellas, this bitch has a tight fucking throat! It’s like a fucking velvet glove. Holy fucking shit! Suck me you Twat. You fucking Cum Dump! Suck my dick. Suck my dick! At school, you will be sucking ten to twenty dicks a day, every fucking day! We’re going to make sure the boys know what you are for. We follow up on our camp kids to make sure they apply what they learned at camp!

“Hey, isn’t this the bitch who always carries that fucking barbie doll around with her? I’ll bet we could shove that Barbie Doll right up her cunt and make her walk around like that!”

“And we’ll shove another one up her asshole! Maybe a Ken Doll!”

“I don’t think, Barbie is fucking Ken any more. I think there is some new doll! Get with it, man!”

The four muscular jocks were not rubbing their leaking dicks all over the face of the hysterical little girl. She went from dick to dick, sucking and licking. Her face was covered with cock leak.

“The balls, don’t forget to lick our balls, Bitch!” The little girl transferred her mouth and tongue to the hairy swinging fuck sacks of the jocks. The guys stood around her now, jerking on their own dicks, cock slop pouring onto her face as she licked the sweaty scrotums and tongue the nuts in the fleshy bags.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it Hole? That is what you fucking want. Oh yeah, she loves to lick nuts! She loves to suck a guy’s eggs! I’ll bet she is a first class ass sucker too!”

“Well, we’re going to find out. We got the whole fucking day to play! Are you happy, Lady Sonia?”

Avery and Lars sat on the steps of the cabin watching little blond Bobby Slattery in the dirt in front of them. Both Avery and Lars were bare assed naked. Their huge flaccid dicks hung over low loose balls between their strong muscular teenage thighs. It was difficult to understand how jocks like Avery and Lars were able to function with dicks that big and thick. They must be aware of the hunks of fuckmeat hanging between their legs all the time. Most guys are not constantly aware of their pricks, but guys like Avery and Lars must always feel those fleshy clubs swinging down there. No wonder they were in a constant state of fucklust. The cockheads alone were the thickness of the bottom of a beer bottle. And by this time, Mid-Summer, most of the little girls and boys had been fucked by those humongous tools. Avery and Lars and the other counselors at what they called “Fuck Camp” loved to abuse children. They love to make them hurt and to turn them from innocent little kids into mindless fuck sluts. Bobby Slattery had resisted. Sure he had done what he had to, but he showed no real enthusiasm for getting ass fucked or for fucking the little girls. He never joined in the piss games or any of the other activities that the counselors had arranged for the kids. Bobby Slatter resisted being a pre-teen fuck pig.

Avery had tried. He had talk endlessly to Bobby about the fact that grown up boys fuck all the time. He pointed out to the kid that the most important thing in life was sex and fuck games. He showed the boy how much fun it was to stick your dick into the pussy and asshole of some screaming little girl. He had tried his damnedest to get Bobby to respect his magnificent eleven inch hunk of counselor cock. While other little girls and boys were licking Avery’s dick and fucksack, hungrily lapping at his sweaty bag and throbbing fucker, Bobby would hang around the sidelines and just watch.

That is why Bobby was currently bare assed naked and writhing in the dirt. It was a cute site. The little blond boy squirmed in agony. His thin little undeveloped body twisted in pain as he threw himself first on to his belly and then onto his back, trying to relieve the torment. His pretty little face was screwed up in pain, and snot ran from his nose as tears poured from his eyes.

“It’s you own fault, Bobby, you just don’t know how to respect a guy’s dick! We are adults, counselors here to help you, and you should show us the proper respect.”

Lars stretched, so one hairy armpit showed. God, those teenage counselors were handsome hunks. Avery spread his strong legs wider, curled his big toes and reached down to scratch one lemon sized nut.

“All the other kids show us respect, Bobby. Why are you holding out?”

Poor little Bobby could hardly hear them. All he could focus on was the burning, tearing pain in his tiny asshole. Well not so tiny any more. There was a metal cunt spreader, a speculum shoved up his baby ass and forcing the rectum open to an alarming degree. If one looked closely, one cold see the pink pure inside of Bobby’s inner ass canal. His tiny boy asshole was stretched open like a whore’s cunt! The pain was so great that he had passed out twice. Avery had casually strolled over and stood over the unconscious boy and let his big teenage counselor dick twitch, and a shower of piss had cascaded down on the kid to wake him up. Twice Bobby had been roused from blissful unconsciousness by being splattered with stinking piss, much of it hitting his pretty little face and full lipped little boy mouth. This was not a good day for Bobby Slattery.

“You just don’t join in. The other day when all the boys were told to gang fuck little Lady Sonia. They all plowed her balls deep and really had a good time. You hardly participated at all. I know your little dic hasn’t developed yet and your balls have not fallen, but that is no reason to not join in. You do want to reach puberty soon, don’t you. Fucking little girl cunt is going to help you. The other day Ten Cent (who was the black counselor) very nicely asked you to lick and suck his asshole while he was fucking one of the little girls. And you refused. Are you racially prejudiced, Bobby? Why would you refuse to suck his asshole after all he has done for you?”

Bobby had resisted. It wasn’t just that he was shy. He felt that what was taught them at this strange perverted camp was somehow evil. He didn’t want to be a part of it. But now he had no choice. He lay in the dirt, wet with piss, screaming until his little boy birdlike voice was hoarse, his asshole stretched to unbelievable proportions by the speculum.

“All you have to do, Bobby, is crawl over here and show us some respect, and we will remove the cunt stretcher from your hole. This hurts us as much as it hurts you. We don’t like to see our little friends in pain.” This was not strictly true. They loved to see the little kids tortured. They loved to see them brutally fucked and sodomized and turned into sex animals before they reached sixth or seventh grade.

“My dad will… my dad will….” Bobby screamed as he rolled in the dust.

“Your dad will do nothing. Stupid Asshole. Your Dad is the one who sent you here. He want’s you trained. He has been wanting to get his dick up your little ass since you were six! How fucking stupid are you anyway?” Sometimes Avery lost patience with the kids. He knew he had to work on those skills.

“Now crawl on over here and show us some respect.”

Finally, the little boy struggled to his hands and knees. His sweet face was covered with dust and dirt. His beautiful mouth hung open in a slack way, his darling pink tongue licking at his dry lips. With each move, waves of pain shot through his little body. His tiny toes curled, his slender hairless legs twitched, his baby ass rode high with the ugly metal tool sticking up like some kind of tail. Between his legs, his tiny pricklet bobbed and quivered, all pink and pert.

“That a boy. The sooner you do this, the sooner this horrible experience will be over and we can get back to the fun.”

“Hey, Avery, what’s on the schedule this afternoon?”

“We are taking some of the little girls and boys over to the barn to teach them how to suck horse dick.”

lars lit up. “Fuck! Today? No way man. How could I have forgotten. It’s just about my favorite day all Summer. I love to watch the mouths of those sweet little sluts stretched to tearing around huge hunks of horse cock! I love watching them screaming and crying that they can’t take it. And when the horses unload and fill them with cum, shit it’s like a fucking fire hose has been turned on.”

Bobby was at the bottom of the cabin steps now, looking up at the two teenage counselors. His face was so angelic and so innocent, that Avery’s fat dick gave a lurch.

“All right, Bobby, start with me. You know what to do.”

Slowly Bobby nodded. He understood. He opened his little boy mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned up and let his baby tongue swipe along the soft skin of Avery’s huge dickhead. He bathed the fat fuckhead in his little boy spit. He licked the wide pisshole. It was an awesome dick indeed. Most of the kids had never seen an adult dick before this summer, and many of them would never see a dick this large and beautiful again.

Avery knew his dick was special. He knew it from the way the high school sluts fought over it. And with the little kids…well shit, it was easy to turn them into dick sluts.

Bobby licked the dick so it swung back and forth with each swipe of his tongue.

“There you go, Bobby. That’s my man! doesn’t that taste good. Doesn’t that cuntfucker taste delicious? Your daddy wants you trained as a dicksucker, Bobby. Even though his dick is not as big and fat as mine, he has a nice hunk of meat on him, and he wants you to be able to suck it with expertise! so you are gong to have to practice real hard all the rest of the time you are here. Your daddy wants you turned into a faggot dick slut! Lick up and down my whole cock, Bobby. Get all the flavor from those tasty folds of dick skin. Your whole life is going to be filled with dick Bobby, from now on. Your dad intends to turn you into a cocksucking whore for a private sex club he belongs to. You are going to be sucking cock and getting ass fucked all day and night. He is pulling you from school, so that you will do nothing but suck dick and get your baby boy cunt stuffed, all the time. After Summer Camp is over, a friend of your dad’s, dale10, is going to train you to be a perfect little slave. How many boys are that lucky? Lick that dick Bobby. Make the big fat dick swing with your tongue. Look it’s leaking. Scoop up that cockleak, Bobby. Isn’t that delicious? That a boy! see, you can be a good boy. Now scoot down and lap my balls like a little animal, will you. Lift those sweaty salty nuts on your tongue and suck on the scrotum sack. Very gently. Always be very gentle with a dude’s nuts! Oh yeah. What a sweet fucking little whore you are gong to make. Lick my nuts, Bobby. Lick my big stinking balls!”

“Look at that little Asswipe lick. He is getting the hang of it now.” Lars said, playing with his own fat dick which was growing longer and thicker.

“Puh-ease. Please take it out of my ass, now!” Bobby moaned.

“Get your mouth back on my nuts. We take the speculum out, after you finish showing respect to our dicks!”

Bobby went back to his ball licking. The fat heavy scrotum was soon covered with little boy spit.

“Okay, Bobby, now suck dick!”

Avery could think of very few things in life he enjoyed more than getting his dick sucked by a little boy or girl. Their mouths were so fucking soft. bobby got the still growing pecker head in his mouth and sucked.

“Use your tongue on the bottom of the dick as you suck the head. Now slowly slide more and more dick into your mouth. You have such a cute little face. Your face looks so damned cute stuffed with cock! Oh man, Bobby. That-a-wayl Apply sucking, boy! Come on, you can get more dick than that in your mouth. Use your little hands to hold and fondle my balls while you suck. Roll my nuts in your hands while you suck. Now shove as much dick as you can in your mouth, then pull back until just the head is in your mouth. Then go up and down that way. Bob your cute little blond head onto my big fucking leaking prick! Jesus Christ, you see Lars what a little persuasion can do. He is getting good. Wait until you feel his face cunt on your dick!”

To teenage thugs like Avery, little boys and girls didn’t have faces. They had “FACECUNTS.” Just more places to stick their needy dicks. Avery often felt that he was some kind of sex freak. A male nympho or something. He wanted to fuck all the time. When he told some proud mom at the mall what cute kids she had, inside he was thinking how sweet it would be to fuck the shit out of the kids. To hear them squeal as they were stuffed with eleven inches of fucker! “Oh what a cute baby, you have, Mrs. Johnson!” And in his mind, thinking he would love to replace the baby bottle with his swollen leaking cockhead. Avery fucked them all. Teenagers, adults, kids, anyone one and everyone was a potential hole for his prick.

Bobby was slightly choking now. His mouth was filled with counselor dick and he barely had half the cock in. He was trying his hardest to get more cock into his mouth, but the damned thing kept growing longer and thicker. And it was leaking so badly the boys throat was getting clogged with pre-fuck.

“Bobby, you can do better than that. Do you want me to give the speculum another twist? Do you want your asscunt stretched even more? Come on now, relax your throat and take me balls deep! If little Marcy and Lady Sonia can do it, so can you.”

The boy grunted and pushed. Avery held the back of the boy’s blond head as he shoved more and more dick into the kid. The boy was impaled on dick!

“The entire purpose of this to to make my dick feel good. To show it respect. So come on, use your throat muscles and tongue to massage my fuckmeat.”

“Jesus, hurry up, will you. I gotta blow a load. I’m going to grab one of the other kids pretty soon.” Lars complained, a long string of fuckslime drooling from his fat dickhead down into the dust.

“You hear Lars, Bobby? He needs some respect too. He needs a good dick suck. Suck my dick, Bobby. Suck my dick as hard as you can. Drain my fat nuts of their baby batter. Come on, you fucking little cockslut. Show me what you can do.”

Avery was not very patient. He needed to work on those skills. He grabbed the little boy by the ears and began to brutally fuck his face. Bobby’s nose was pressed into the jock’s public hair, and he could feel the fat low slung balls slapping against his chin and neck.

“Oh yeah, Bobby. That a way. Your face feels just like a cunt. Like a warm wet baby’s cunt! Suck, you mutherfucking piece of shit! Suck the batter from my bags. Respect my fucking Dick!”

The little boy was choking on cock. His face was turning purple. His eyes rolled up in his head. But Avery was unloading now…dumping his fuckslop down the little boy’s throat. Rope after rope of fucking cum coated the kid’s gullet.

“OH FUCK! SHIT. THAT IS IS. THAT IS IT. FUCKING SHIT, SWALLOW MY CUM. SWALLOW MY FUCKING JIZZ YOU LITTLE FAGGOT HOMO COCKSUCKER. OHFUCKING JESUS, HAS THIS BOYTWAT GOT A TIGHT THROAT. IT’S LIKE THE ASSHOLE OF A SIX YEAR OLD. OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD.”

At last the sound of balls slapping little boy skin ceased. The dick in Bobby’s mouth grew slightly smaller as it folded back into it’s wrinkles. The big dickhead dripped a few last bubbles of cum, coating the boy’s lips as Avery pulled out. At last Bobby could breath again. He came back around to his senses. The fat hunk of jock fuckmeat swing in front of his face, strings of fuckslime hanging from the pisslips.

“Clean it!” Avery said, leaning back on his elbows.

The little boy licked the dick again, this time to clean it of fuck residue. He knew he mustn’t ever waste any precious dick fluids. He knew that from when the counselors jerked off into their food, telling them their spooge contained important vitamins.

Bobby’s breathing returned to normal. He once again felt the terrible pain in his stretched out asshole. He looked up at Avery with pleading little boy eyes.

“All right. Crawl on over and show Lars some respect. Show his big fat leaking dick some respect!”

At twenty-something, before she met John, she was engaged to be married, but he disappeared one day. Much as she tried, she didn’t think she would ever find her Prince Charming. All of the good men were married. She was easily attracted to men. She was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed illicit sex with other women’s husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men. That’s where she met John, an Air Force sergeant, who divorced his wife for her… (More Story Below Pic)

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She attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach…she hit on them in a shy and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she loved men and just wanted something strange occasionally. She was no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise. She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, taller than average.

UK Sonia was no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with her lover’s wives then reveal their husband’s indiscretion. This might have given her some dark secret pleasure but it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed one adulterous liaison in order to pursue the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would retreat to her pious self when unattached. She considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she could not help herself. Often times, she said, “I’m so horny I could fuck a tree.” UK Sonia had been involved in numerous affairs by the time she found John. They married in their mid thirties.

She looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by necessity left her behind until he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this took months. This was not the first time she had traveled to Europe. In her younger days she studied in Spain and eagerly sought out several brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other’s sexual needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.

After months of waiting, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives. They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard, together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Stephanie was a beautiful local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to be around . She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and long-legged. Although Stephanie was somewhat bohemian, UK Sonia found it easy to like her.

After catching up on a lot of overdue sex, John and UK Sonia’s free time was spent sight-seeing and shopping. John showed her all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John’s favorite places was a small gasthaus, a pub, near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Gene’s Place was very popular with young Americans.

UK Sonia never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Gene’s Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband’s glass. This led to many refills for John. It was a source of humor with their friends. UK Sonia and John drank wine from the same glass.

She looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out, bar hop and dance with his friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed herself immensely. She knew that European women did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other without hesitation. She noticed Ted’s wife Stephanie danced with many women, but especially with Rod’s girlfriend, Goody.

UK Sonia learned that Goody was Stephanie’s maid of honor and best friend. Rod, one of the young servicemen in the their unit, was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One evening UK Sonia had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on her husband’s lap. John mostly ignored her while he talked with others at the table. With one arm draped around John’s neck and with a wine glass at her lips she watched Stephanie and Goody on the dance floor. Then it dawned on her. Why didn’t Stephanie ask her to dance? Seems Stephanie had danced with everyone in the place but her. UK Sonia had not danced with any of the other women, since there were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Stephanie had never pulled her to the dance floor like she did Goody.

When the music stopped, UK Sonia watched Stephanie and Goody make their way to the loo. She was feeling giddy and decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the lady’s room as several other women were going out. She could hear Stephanie and Goody laughing and talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn’t know she was there.

“I haven’t seen you dance with UK Sonia yet.” She heard Goody say to Stephanie.

“No, but I’d like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. Do you think she would like it if I did this to her?” UK Sonia heard Goody catch her breath.

“No…..I mean, yes, that. Do that, yes! Hurry Stephanie…a quickie!” UK Sonia heard Goody panting; the sounds of lust were unmistakable. She held her breath fearing that she’d be discovered. What are these two women doing? Then it dawned on her. They’re lesbians! No, how could they be lesbians? Stephanie is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody’s boyfriend. But they certainly were engaged in sexual misbehavior, she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And UK Sonia’s breasts were swelling like they do when she’s horny. Oh, my god, this is turning me on! UK Sonia’s hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She thought of her breasts as the keys to the kingdom. Get these and the rest comes with it. She felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and certainly never expected to react like this.

UK Sonia heard Stephanie, “Um! Um! Oh, Goody!” UK Sonia never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. Her sexual preferences dwelled on cock. There had been a couple of times when she set aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret passions. One of her previous lovers had introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense anal pleasures he gave her were unforgettable.

Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand under her dress to her slit, pulling the panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady’s room. She had just sat down at the table when Stephanie and Goody came out. She couldn’t keep her eyes off them the rest of the evening. She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses hiding legs slipping between and into each other. UK Sonia was horny.

At closing time, Goody suggested they all head back to her apartment. John made excuses to his understanding friends. Outside the establishment, Stephanie and Goody gave John friendly kisses, really friendly thought UK Sonia, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John wanted to go straight home.

On the way, she was highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband. She cuddled up close to him in the front seat to unzip his fly. John was surprised at her enthusiasm and was instantly hard.

“What’s up sweetheart,” John asked surprised at her groping hands.

“Your cock, I hope,” UK Sonia replied with her lilting laugh. She normally avoided vulgar language, but he knew she was drunk. He hadn’t seen her drunk too often back in the States, but he liked her when she was uninhibited. She rested her head on John’s lap and pulled his hard-on out of his pants. She greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up, stretched her legs as much as she could in the cramped quarters of John’s Corvair and slipped her fingers into her panties once more.

Once they got home she wanted to do it on the living room couch without undressing. She climbed on top of John. After tossing her panties she sat on his lap and fucked him furiously. John had never seen her this horny. In her passion she flipped over and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. he grasped his erection and rubbed the head against her asshole.

“You know we can’t do that, baby, much as I’d like to.” He rubbed his large head around her asshole and she became even more aroused.

Please Johnny! Just rub it around in there for a little bit!” UK Sonia Lee longed for a good butt-fuck like she remembered from times before
John.

Then, “No, no. Stop. It won’t go in. Just fuck me…hard!” She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms and passed out. John sat next to her smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately. Then he imagined what was going on at Goody’s apartment. He remembered the last time he was there and he got hard again. UK Sonia lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis and reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. She did have a great body. So did Goody, and Stephanie. UK Sonia, Goody, and Stephanie, he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the three. Nope, never happen. But he fantasized and stroked his cock.

Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they’d had the night before. She asked, “Johnny, what do you know about Stephanie and Goody?” He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything of course.

“Well,” he began, “Stephanie and Goody are long time good friends. Goody struck up a conversation with Rod on the streetcar one day. He introduced them to Ted. Stephanie and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was assigned as my sponsor when I arrived. Stephanie and Ted showed me around town and I’ve been to their apartment for dinner a few times.” John waited for her response.

“And Goody?”

“Oh, she has her own very nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Her parents left her an apartment building. She’s been dating Rod for a while. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” She paused. John did not press the issue and continued reading his newspaper. He remembered he still had a key to Goody’s apartment.

“Johnny, do you think Stephanie and Goody are more than just good friends?”

“What do you mean, UK Sonia?” She’s on to something here thought John.

“Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady’s room.”

“Fooling around with each other?” He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around with each other in the loo when they went out. They liked to fool around with him too, but that came to a halt after UK Sonia got there. He remembered being teasingly fondled off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at Gene’s Place by one or both of them.

“It’s unlikely that they’re lesbians, but I definitely think they’re bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever seen them together like that?”

John thought, boy have I! I wonder if that’s what got UK Sonia all worked up last night. She suspects something. For their own reasons, he knew the girls wanted her to find out sooner or later. He thought, Oh what the hell!

“Yeah, they’re lovers. They were doing it before Stephanie and Ted married, honey, you know how European women are. They’re very liberal about their relationships with each other.”

“I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him,” UK Sonia said to him just before she saw the light. “Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?” The cogs were turning furiously in John’s head .

“Yes, he knows of course.”

“And he doesn’t care?” UK Sonia asked.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, UK Sonia. They like to party. They’re young. They have a good time, they’re swingers.”

“Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It’s sinful and I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know if I can associate with people like that!” There were visions of flesh in her mind.

The conversation was beginning to irritate John. “Come on, UK Sonia Lee! How many guys have you had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we married. As far as I know they haven’t had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and Rod were virgins till they met and the girls insisted on fucking him together.”

After a minute of silence, he continued, “Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far east before he came here. And…” he emphasized, “you haven’t told me what you did to cope for the past five months either. I know you can’t go that long without sex.” She was speechless. John added, “Hate the sin, love the sinner, remember?” She kept quiet. He went back to his paper thinking, Oh shit, what must she be thinking?

She intended to tell him about getting laid while he was gone. Just a one night stand. Then she called the guy back for an encore. Then the other one, someone she worked with. That affair lasted all winter. Then an encore the following summer in a college parking lot. She loved fucking in public. She hated to admit it, but she needed it. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb this new information. She had to think about this. They probably went to Goody’s apartment to fuck last night, and she wondered if John had every joined them. She had her flings because she had tired of her dildo during their separation and she wouldn’t blame him. It was so good to have John’s impressive cock again. And he was, after all, very understanding. It was Ok, just be careful, was his attitude. She appreciated that in him but losing her freedom weighed heavily when she agreed to marry him and become a military wife.

UK Sonia thought about this all week. The thought crossed her mind that she could fuck a married man without all the hostility it caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her very horny thinking about sex with an audience. She masturbated every day that week, sometimes several times a day. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Stephanie and Goody and the sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John’s cock still twitching inside her.

“J-johnny, last weekend, when t-they left us at Gene’s Place, what do you think they did at Goody’s apartment?”

He remembered. Leaning forward he held her shoulders as probed her pussy from behind. He whispered in her ear, “They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and fucked each other till breakfast.” He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one Sunday morning after such an evening. He and Stephanie were on the bed fucking.

“W-what do you think they d-do, Johnny?” She humped back on his cock again and fingered her juicy labia. “Tell me m-more, honey. I want t-to know how they do it.”

“Rod told me,” he whispered hoarsely, “that Goody and Stephanie sixty-nine and while they’re eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind.” He remembered again, slowly fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did to Stephanie and Goody, as he whispered his recollections.

“Oh, g-god! That’s s-so hot, Johnny! What else?” She gasped and fucked back.

John answered, “Goody likes to sit on Stephanie’s face while she sucks on Ted’s cock and Rod fucks Stephanie.” She’s getting off on this, he thought. So was he.

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, “Rod f-fucks Stephanie? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?” She had already figured that out, she just wanted to hear it. “Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?” But, before John could answer, “Ohhhh m-my god, Johnny! I’m cumming!” Then, still panting, “Why weren’t w-we invited, Johnny?”

John’s eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. Maybe? “We were, sweetheart, I just didn’t think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people,” he said dryly. UK Sonia heard her words fed back to her. She was exhausted and drowsy. John thought she was asleep after several minutes.

“I do now,” she whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard her.

What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his cock? The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such a pleasurable state. She felt wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

John woke to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swallowed his cum, she wiped her mouth on the bed-sheet and crawled on top of him. She kissed him and asked, “What’s the plan for the weekend, Johnny?”

John cautiously replied, “Oh, I don’t know, would you like to ride down the Rhine River and take in a couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hotels along the river.” He knew she wasn’t interested in castles.

UK Sonia was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, “Why don’t we just take in an early movie this afternoon then have dinner at Gene’s Place? We can ask Stephanie and Ted to join us if they don’t have any plans.”

What could he say? “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

UK Sonia was thinking, I can’t stand it another day. The morning went by altogether too slowly. Before they left their quarters, UK Sonia went to the kitchen cabinet and poured herself a glass of blackberry wine. Then another then another quick one.

They met Stephanie and Ted at the base exchange theater. UK Sonia greeted them excitedly and for the first time gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Stephanie was pleasantly surprised when UK Sonia took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted went to fetch refreshments. They sat together in one of the back rows and waited for their men.

After a few pleasantry, asked, “Have you known Goody a long time, Stephanie?”

“Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne factory in Mainz.” UK Sonia was still holding Stephanie’s hand in hers.

“She’s really a sweet person. Do you like her, UK Sonia?”

“I think she’s a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such breasts!.” UK Sonia paused, thinking how she had prepared herself for this conversation. “You’re athletic like me, aren’t you, Stephanie? I exercise regularly.”

“I try to be. And yes, Goody is very sexy.” I wonder where she’s going with this, thought Stephanie. Stephanie could smell the red wine on UK Sonia’s breath. “You’re pretty sexy yourself, UK Sonia.”

“Do you think so, Stephanie? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?” UK Sonia had intended to let that slip into the conversation to give Stephanie a hint, but the wine and her excitement made it difficult to concentrate. She wanted it to happen tonight and suspecting John’s involvement in this might make it easier.

Where have I heard those words before, thought Stephanie. She was slightly embarrassed when she remembered last Saturday night in the stall with Goody.

“Ok, UK Sonia. I said that to Goody last weekend. Were you there?”

“I didn’t really want to let on, Stephanie, and I’m sorry I was eavesdropping. It’s just that I want to be friends with you, just like Goody.”

“Like Goody? Really? Just like Goody? “ Stephanie smiled at UK Sonia. “Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?” Stephanie’s right elbow was on the arm rest. UK Sonia took Stephanie’s hand and placed it on her own knee. Stephanie wondered how much she knew.

Leaning to her left, “Yes, just like Goody,” she whispered into Stephanie’s ear.

Stephanie slid her hand inside UK Sonia’s knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed her thigh. UK Sonia caught her breath. Feeling UK Sonia’s lips still at her right ear, Stephanie turned her head and kissed UK Sonia on the lips while reaching further between the woman’s legs.

“Have you ever had sex with another woman, UK Sonia?” She spread her legs further as Stephanie’s fingers grazed her clit.

“I-I’ve never thought about it t-too much till I h-heard you and Goody in the toilet stall.” UK Sonia thought about what John had told her. “I’m excited about going to Goody’s apartment with you tonight!” Before Stephanie could respond, “Stephanie, I want to know if my husband has ever been there with you. But I’m Ok with that because we had an agreement about sex before he left the States. Really, it’s Ok. It excites me to think about you and John and Goody together.”

Stephanie slipped her index finger between UK Sonia’s wet labia and whispered, “He has a nice cock, UK Sonia.”

UK Sonia nestled her mouth behind Stephanie’s ear, “Oh g-god, Stephanie. I’m s-so horny!”

As the men came up the aisle with the popcorn they looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back row. The seats rose steeply up to the back projection wall so they could only see head and shoulders, heads close together whispering. UK Sonia sat to Stephanie’s right and as they approached Ted saw Stephanie’s right hand between UK Sonia’s knees. UK Sonia sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted side-stepped by to sit on Stephanie’s left. John sat next to the his wife’s left. Stephanie and Ted smiled at each other but made no comment.

Their attention soon turned to the screen and the women had joined hands. A few minutes later, UK Sonia and Stephanie had slipped their hands to each other’s knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their wives legs and thighs. Stephanie softly caressed UK Sonia’s inner thigh and UK Sonia wasted no time in doing the same for Stephanie although their eyes were still on the screen. Stephanie’s fingers ventured further up UK Sonia’s thigh till her fingers found UK Sonia’s pussy again. When Stephanie’s middle finger found the wetness, it delved between UK Sonia’s labia and stroked the cleft, easily finding UK Sonia’s clitoris. UK Sonia’s heart was pounding and her breathing rapidly but her eyes never left the screen. She became aware of John’s hand on her right knee. She moved her right hand to fondle John’s hard-on through his pants. Her eyes then left the screen to look down to her husband’s crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly whereupon UK Sonia reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She tugged on it slowly and at the same time felt Stephanie’s bare pussy with her left hand.

UK Sonia whispered to Stephanie, “Do you always go without panties?”

“I never wear them when we go out,” Stephanie replied. “And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel.” UK Sonia pulled her right hand out of her husband’s fly to feel Stephanie’s breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Stephanie’s left hand firmly grasping Ted’s exposed penis.

“You may feel that too if you want,” Stephanie whispered. UK Sonia’s hand left Stephanie’s breasts and she shifted in her seat requiring her to remove her left hand from between Stephanie’s legs. Leaning over Stephanie her fingers wrapped around Ted’s cock joining Stephanie’s hand. She leaned her over Stephanie as far as she could but could not quite get her mouth over it. Stephanie looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed that handsome appendage and was looking forward to it again…tonight. Momentarily disappointed, UK Sonia released Ted’s cock and reached between Stephanie’s legs with her right hand. Stephanie turned toward her and with her left hand did the same to UK Sonia, their chins resting on each other’s shoulders. Ted and John slouched down in their seats stroking their rampant cocks. They were very pleased about how things were turning out. UK Sonia and Stephanie continued fingering each other, enjoying their first devouring kisses. It wasn’t but a few minutes when UK Sonia’s legs began to jerk and her hips hump in the seat.

Panting into Stephanie’s mouth, “Stephanie! Oh, Stephanie! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” They gave each other their first orgasms of the weekend when Stephanie followed with her own series of mini-orgasms.

When they settled down, Stephanie saw UK Sonia was still looking at Ted’s cock and whispered, “Do you want them to switch seats?.” UK Sonia’s pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of her quickly eroding inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the lusty moment.

“Johnny,” she whispered to her husband, “Would you like to swap?”

“Huh?” John, taken aback, wasn’t quite sure of her meaning.

“Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?” Hesitantly, she added, “Come on, Johnny, let’s enjoy ourselves. Stephanie and I have talked.”

The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, to swap seats. UK Sonia then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted’s cock into her mouth thinking, it’s not as big as John’s cock, but it will do very nicely. Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load.

“I want to watch John fuck Stephanie tonight, Ted. I know it’s Ok with you. You’ve watched them fuck. I want to see it while you and I fuck too.”

She looked to her left at Stephanie who’s head was still buried in John’s lap, her exposed asscheeks pointing toward UK Sonia. She could not resist putting her hand into Stephanie’s crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Stephanie’s swollen labia occurred to her. She had never thought about licking a woman’s cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. UK Sonia was looking forward to later.

Stephanie was thinking, this lady is hot tonight! She obviously wants to get fucked properly. She came on to Stephanie and it didn’t bother her at all giving head to each other’s husbands. Stephanie was going to make sure UK Sonia got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to some new fun. She couldn’t wait to tell Goody. They left the darkened theater before the movie ended.

At Gene’s place, they ordered dinner and wine. UK Sonia had her own glass tonight. From the moment they left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their performance and UK Sonia’s attempt to keep her orgasm quiet. They were all feeling randy and enjoying the new found friendship.

Making sure Stephanie and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, ‘Did you
enjoy Stephanie’s fingers, UK Sonia?”

“Ummmm, yes Johnny, I did. Did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?”

“Yes, sweetheart, she’s very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I
know how good you are too.” Ted and John both knew Stephanie for a far better cocksucker than UK Sonia. But there was always room for improvement.

“Thank you dear, you’re so understanding,” she mockingly responded to her
husband. “But I hope the fun’s not over yet,” she laughed back.

Stephanie and Ted looked at each other at UK Sonia’s comment. Ted spoke softly to Stephanie,
“I want to watch you make her cum again; with your mouth.”

Stephanie kissed him, and replied, “I want you fucking her while I make her
cum. baby.”

UK Sonia, listening intently heard them talking about her and fucking. Under table, she placed one leg over her husband’s. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing rapidly from dancing, but he knew his wife was aroused and drunk and that in this condition he knew she was not going to disappoint him. He was having visions of Stephanie, UK Sonia, and Goody together. He was fully erect and his wife, in her drunken stupor, repeatedly asked, “Are you going to fuck Stephanie again tonight”. He was relieved that she knew and wanted to participate.

And every time he whispered back into her hair, “Are you going to fuck Ted?”

Goody arrived. As they came in the door, she and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite table in the corner. UK Sonia watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. God, she’s gorgeous, thought UK Sonia. She watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Stephanie the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Stephanie eagerly and fun-like but was hesitant when he looked at UK Sonia. John knew he was shy and gave UK Sonia Lee a gentle push toward Rod. UK Sonia wanted him to like her so she drew close and pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on her toes, threw both arms around his neck to kiss him full on the lips. She could feel the bulge in his pants at her navel. They were all laughing at Rod’s discomfort and surprise at UK Sonia. When Goody was within reach UK Sonia wrapped her arms around Goody’s small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend’s breasts and hips against her. The image of Goody and Stephanie together crossed her mind. Goody looked over UK Sonia’s shoulder at Stephanie with a questioning smile. Stephanie and Goody could read each other’s minds. Stephanie pursed her lips and tilted her head toward UK Sonia. Goody understood.

The next thing UK Sonia knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody’s mouth. Goody caught her off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Stephanie again reached around and placed her hand on UK Sonia’s buttock and playfully squeezed. They both screeched uproariously.

All the laughs and hugs confirmed UK Sonia had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Almost embarrassed and eyes typically down-cast, she turned to her husband, then looked at Stephanie who was smiling at her. It then dawned on her how much John had been involved with these women. She focused her eyes on Rod and felt a need to touch herself. Before she could dwell on the subject Stephanie reached out to take UK Sonia’s hand in hers and squeezed enthusiastically. “We’re going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me.”

The floor was crowded. UK Sonia was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced close with
this beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. UK Sonia felt their breasts press into each other. Stephanie pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between UK Sonia’s thighs to her mound.

The frivolity continued with wine, music, dance and most of all, anticipation. She danced with Rod and Ted and brazenly toyed with their cocks. Dancing with Goody was just about the most sensual experience she ever had. They pressed into each other in a slow grind holding each other’s ass cheeks as they swayed to the music and kissed. The others stared in awe of their wanton behavior.

During the last slow dance with her husband, UK Sonia nibbled on John’s ear and whispered, “Are you all right with this Johnny? I mean are we going to be Ok with this.?”

“UK Sonia, I wanted to tell you about Goody and…” She put her fingers to his lips.

“Johnny, I’ve wanted to confess to you too, but not now. Let’s enjoy this and go with the flow. Do you want to Johnny?”John agreed saying, “Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see you and the girls together like I’ve seen them together.”

“Was it good, Johnny? Did they make you cum good?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and they will do the same for you, baby.” UK Sonia pressed her mons into her husband’s hardness as they danced and whispered hoarsely into his ear.

“What about Ted and Rod? C-can I fuck them too Johnny?” She was close to an orgasm on the dance floor. “Ask them if they’re ready to go, Johnny. I want to fuck. I’m so horny, Johnny.” John was thinking, I knew she wanted this. It’s gonna be good! Just about that time, Stephanie appeared behind UK Sonia and put her arms around both of them pressing her pelvis tightly to UK Sonia’s behind. UK Sonia pressed back and leaned her head backwards towards Stephanie’s face.

“Let’s go, Stephanie, I’m ready.”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Stephanie replied then kissed UK Sonia’s mouth again, tongue probing.

“Let’s go John. Let’s take care of your wife.” Stephanie kissed John and went off to find Ted.

I walked into the candle lit living room & stood still for a moment to adjust my vision. Just then she moved out of the shadows & quickly wrapped a blindfold around my head & eyes. She whispered to me as she bound the blindfold, “You are my prisoner now & you will follow my commands to the letter or else.” As she spoke I felt the heat rising in my loins, I got very excited when she grabbed my hands behind my back & handcuffed them together. I spoke in a low taunting voice, “Or else what?” Mistress Sonia walked in front of me & stood for a few moments, then without warning, she slapped my left breast so hard that I cried out. She responded in a firm voice, “Or else, you will be severely punished….” With the tone in her voice being new to my ears, I felt more heat rushing through my body. Mistress Sonia then put her hands on my shoulders & guided me down to a rather low chair. As I was fidgeting to get comfy in the chair, when I felt a breast brush against my cheek “Suck my tit you nasty little slut!” I was dumbstruck. I felt the electric jolt spread through my erotic zones at her words.

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I was loving this, I eagerly suckled as much of her breast as I could fit in my mouth. I suckled the sensitive flesh surrounding the areola & drew the nipples deep into my throat. I gobbled at her chest with such a ferocity that she had to literally rip her breast away from the seal my lips had formed on her breast. “Oh yes…..that’s a very good start you bad……bad girl.” Mistress Sonia panted, as her head slumped against my shoulder. We both took a few moments to catch our breath, then abruptly Mistress Sonia lunged at me, kissing me deeply, roughly, feverishly. Her hands ran imploringly across my chest, my neck, my hair & finally my tits & already hard nipples. I began to resist the bonds now,
yearning to run my hands across her body. She pulled her head back & laughed at me, “I know it’s killing you to not be able to grab back. But this night is all about my pleasure & you are my little whore toy. Nod if you understand this.” She paused as I nodded. “Now stand up.” I stood as Mistress Sonia began caressing my neck, then starting to undress me as much as she could around my handcuffs. Mistress Sonia pressed her naked body firmly against mine, rubbing her breasts across my own.

I was still blindfolded, but could see this sight in my mind of her round bullet like dark nipples, pressing into my flesh. A sound issued from my
lips as I felt her furry mound pressing hard against mine in a slow deliberate
motion. We begin to grind, arch, press, smash & push our increasingly swelling pussies across one another. Just as we get into a rhythm for this frontal dry humping, Mistress Sonia pulls back swiftly & orders me to my knees. I comply awkwardly, trying not to fall forward with the handcuffs still securing my hands behind me. As soon as I have my balance on my knees, I hear & felt her leg lifting on to the chair I had just vacated.

I felt the heat from her pussy at the same instant I smelled her
excitement approaching my awaiting mouth. Mistress Sonia roughly grabbed a handful of
my hair & hissed down to me, “Suck my cunt like a good little whore. This is
your one chance to get me really hot & wet. If you give my clit the attention it
deserves, I may let you stick your filthy tongue up my tight puckered little
ass. You’d love that wouldn’t you? You just can’t wait to lick my ass can you
slut? I bet your getting sloppy wet just smelling my sexy bud, aren’t you?”  I
was in agony, she was so close to my mouth, but I couldn’t reach her.

My head was straining forward, my tongue stuck out in front as a probe.
I wanted to suck her alright, I NEEDED this Bitch’s pussy in my mouth, at my
mercy. Mistress Sonia taunted me again by sticking her own finger in her pussy &
wiping my lips with her cream. Mistress Sonia gently rubbed my lips & inside my mouth
she drug the finger over my moist tongue. I sucked gently on her finger at
first, until I felt her balance sway a bit. When I knew Mistress Sonia was swooning a
bit, I sucked her finger hard & deep, she let out a long sigh & pulled her
finger slowly from my mouth. “All right Wench, open your mouth so I can fuck
your pretty little face.” And with that, Mistress Sonia mashed my face into her pouty
pussy lips & I began to suckle her clit obsessively. I sucked her clit deep into
my mouth, taking the thin skin in ever so slowly so as to not hurt her, but
enough to stretch that clit just a little bit further. I ran my tongue
repeatedly & lavishly over the top over her pearl as it engorged against my
cheeks.

She moaned audibly & her hand began to run through my hair, grabbing
handfuls & then releasing them in short jerky motions.

I continued to suckle her clit until I felt the size of it grow between
my lips & her hips had begun to sway against my face. Once I felt her hips
smashing harder into my eager face, I began to run my wet lips up & down the
short clit shaft, sucking dramatically at the base. Mistress Sonia was moaning nearly
in a song by now. She is using my hair as a steering wheel to guide my mouth on
her as she smashes her pussy on my face to please her pulsating crotch. I felt
Mistress Sonia’s thighs tighten on my cheeks & neck area, her muscles flexing as she
rode her hips up & down. This went on for several more minutes until the sweat
was adding so much lubricant that I could feel my teeth pushing hard against my
lips, threatening to lash out at her precious flesh. Mistress Sonia pulled her pussy
away & yanked the blindfold off of my head all in an amazing display of self
control.

She was wearing a little white lacey top, it was a sheer one, that
stopped just about half way down her beautiful round ass cheeks. She was a
stunningly erotic vision, her face was crimson & radiant from all the activity,
her breasts were red & heaving, poking through the sheer. Her dark hair tousled
& gorgeous in the candlelight. She looked at me coyly, as I followed her hands
running down her chest & sides. As my eyes continued to fall, I could see the
hooded clit peaking out from between her swollen pussy lips. She came to me
looking me straight in the eye. With only a smirk she wordlessly turned around &
bent over in front of me. She looked over her shoulder as she took tiny steps
backwards until I could reach the offering of her luscious ass to my approving
face. I gazed adoringly upon these globes, as her hands came around & spread the
cheeks wide open. I felt a swooning of my own at the full view of her puckered
little anus, contrasting the swollen, bright red, covered in sexy wetness,
constantly moving, pussy. Her scent was strong & intoxicating, I blew air on the
moisture of her exposed sex, she made a sound & wiggled her ass slightly.

I knew what I was there to do & my tongue began slow flat motions around
the edge of the sensitive skin & Mistress Sonia began to move beneath me. My circles
began to get tighter & tighter until I was slowly rubbing my wet tongue over all
of her ass. She was writhing against me, up on her tip toes, desperate to drive
my face between her ass cheeks. As I let my tongue make another long pass across
her tightening anus, I let my tongue drop down to the edge of Mistress Sonia’s hole.
She gasped & began to roll her hips to better accommodate my actions in this
capacity.

I circled my tongue all the way around her soaking wet opening.
Mistress Sonia pressed her sticky cunt solidly around my chin & pushed down. I knew
she wanted me to open my jaws & give her yearning hot little box a bit of
pressure, but I simply slid my tongue quickly across the opening & pulled my
head up. She grunted, waited a second & tried to smash her opening bud against
my mouth, this time I slid up in a faster motion & slammed my now pussy juice
coated tongue into her tight little ass!

She cried out in surprise & frozen trying to adjust to it. I gave her no
time, I immediately began to rock my head in & out of her plump cheeks. I made
my tongue as long & hard as I could & pounded my tongue so far into her my nose
hurt from the assault. Mistress Sonia yelled “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! OH…OH..OH
GOD…Yes Slut, that’s it, pump my asshole you dirty Bitch! OHHHH……….” I
slammed my face deep into her ass, my tongue was buried inside her dark hole
when I felt her fingers rubbing vigorously against her harden nub. I picked up
the pace then, I bob my head as fast as her fingers could stroke her clit. It
didn’t take too long. “Yes Cunt, fuck my butt. Fuck my ass with your tongue! I
knew you loved it, you are nothing but an ass slave. FUCK YEAH!!…….FUCK ME
HARDER YOU FILTHY WHORE!!! AAGGHHHH…………..” Mistress Sonia crumpled to the
floor in front of me once her amazingly violent orgasm had subsided. I climbed
back up to the chair & breathed through my mouth for several minutes.

Mistress Sonia rolled over on the rug & looked up at me mischievously “You
have two infractions that you must be punished for before we can move on to the
next level. First, was earlier when you looked at me, yes dear one I did see you
do it. And the second is for attempting to regain control during my pleasuring
sessions. You see, I love the discipline almost as much as I love having my
slaves for my sessions. Mistress Sonia came over & motioned for me to stand, which I
did. She then unlocks one handcuff, then relocked them together in front of me.
“Now bend over the chair & get your ass completely into the air.” Mistress Sonia began
with her hand, she swatted my bare ass for several long, painful moments, send
hand sized waves of erotic heat through my ass & straight into my pussy.

When Mistress Sonia grew tired of swatting me, she moved her slender fingers down to my
throbbing clit. I moved my aching crotch against her hand & she responded by
grabbing my swollen clit between her pointer finger & thumb. My breath caught in
my throat as she began to roll her fingers in up & down motions. I was
whimpering as she began to literally ‘milk’ my essence from my now pearl sized
sex. Her timing increased, I began to gasp in time with her strokes, the erotic
pleasure of it was truly sinful. She pulled her fingers away ruthlessly, I
groaned loudly in true sorrow, “Ohh.. no please…please….please Mistress Sonia..”

Once Mistress Sonia had put the blindfold back on me & reset the handcuffs to
be in the back once again, she explained the next level to me. She was going
upstairs in our suburban home to spread herself across something & I was to now
find her by using only my nose. Mistress Sonia said as she left the room turning up
the stereo to cover her movements, “Count to a hundred, then use your noses most
recent memories & sniff out sloppy cunt. Then maybe you can help me Fuck it.” I
must have reacted visibly because Mistress Sonia giggled as she left the room & my
desire had reached a frenzy at the thought of fucking her. Hell, Mistress Sonia had me
so hot by then, even just watching her fuck herself was enough to get me off
now. Count, shit I should be counting. As I top the stairs, I immediately begin
to sniff, all I can smell is the candle on the kitchen table. I move to the
living room, I move across all bits of furniture, slowly so I don’t jam my toes.
Nothing. I move to the bedrooms, the junk room first, nothing there, I am
trembling with anticipation when I enter the spare room & near the bed, I
actually catch the scent. I stopped & sniffed the air, causing a giggle in
response & verification that I was smelling her sweet fruit. Mistress Sonia then came
to me & undid one handcuff, all the while she was rubbing her hot sheer covered
body against my weak flesh. I was now resorting to internal chanting to maintain
self control from simply ravaging this cold blooded Bitch!

“Put this on.” Mistress Sonia said as she slides the blindfold off & handed me
a large dildo set into a leather strap on. I quickly attached it to my hips &
through my thighs, as I was doing this Mistress Sonia had climbed back onto the large
bed & lifted her ass to the edge. “Come here slut!” Mistress Sonia commanded. I was
standing so close to her that the head of the silicon cock was lined up
perfectly with her now gaping slit. I inched forward so that the head of the
extension was less then 3 inches from her delicious box. “I will instruct your
timing by squeezing your hands, do you understand?” I looked at her puzzled, she
then took my hands & weaved them through her own & at the same time Mistress Sonia put
her heels against my ass cheeks. She whispered as her eyes began to blur, “Like
this,” she said & squeezed my hands, pulling them forward slightly & pressed her
heels hard into my ass, forcing my phallic extension to enter her. “OOOHHhhhh
Yyyyeessss….” She hissed. We stayed in this position for several sensual
minutes, her heels pressing my hips into her open crotch, with a mere 3 inches
of the strap on’s head inside her. I was struggling to hold still, my pussy had
blood rushing through it with such velocity I thought I might go blind. Finally,
Mistress Sonia’s grip lessened & I pulled my hips backward slowly. She squeezed my
hands again & once again her heels dug into my ass, a little farther in this
time, but still holding on to it for long moments.

Was she testing me? Taunting me? Can I keep this up? Will I go to jail
for rape if she already consented to penetration? My mind is swimming with the
endorphins & becoming more insistent each stroke of the silicon cock. Her timing
has picked up slightly, she is not holding as long now, I can feel the leather
pulling & pushing against my swollen clit head. The sensations the strap on was
causing me led to my body acting on it’s own. Before I could even think of it, I
reared my hips backwards & looked Mistress Sonia squarely in the eye as I rammed that
cock all the way into her with one forceful thrust! “OOOHhhh…” We both cried
out as it slammed deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy contracting over &
over again trying accommodate the large cock. Mistress Sonia laid still for a minute,
then she stealthily wrapped her foot through my handcuffed arm & pushed me off
of her.

I staggered in surprise, then Mistress Sonia sat up & slapped my tits with
both hands over & over again, until my breasts were bright crimson red. “I
warned you that this was my show & that you would be punished. Tsk..tsk..Are you
ready to try again?” Mistress Sonia asked with her disapproving look.

“Oh yes Mistress Sonia, please don’t stop, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be a
better slave. I’ll do only what pleases you Mistress Sonia.” Mistress Sonia laughed at me,
“Only what pleases me huh? The fact that by fucking me, your rock hard clit gets
the polishing of a life time, has nothing to do with why you are so eager to
please me does it?”

I couldn’t respond for she was absolutely correct, the act of sticking
myself into her in any way, awakens dangerous arousals within me. Mistress Sonia then
reached down & began to gruffly jerk & pull on the silicon phallus attached to
my live sex. ” Can you even feel that, Whore?!” I could feel my own wetness
sliding down my inner thigh as Mistress Sonia wiggled & yanked on the strap on,
stimulating my clitoris underneath, to the very brink. “Yes Mistress Sonia”, I
breathed, “I can feel you, very well.” Mistress Sonia then stood up & climbed back on
the bed, “Climb up here & lay on your back.” She commanded.

I obeyed quickly, she wasted no time in straddling the cock between her
cunt lips. She remained poised over me with her lips & the beautiful delicate
inner folds, clearly irresistible visible to my mesmerized eyes. “Do you like
what you see?” I nod without looking up while she began to lower herself onto
the dildo, the vision was stunning. Mistress Sonia glided her muscles up & down the
thick, slick shaft, the sounds of friction & moisture adding to the overall
senses overload. I was torn between her alluring bouncing breasts & the enticing
sights & sounds of my clit extension being enveloped by her mysterious flower.
Mistress Sonia slowly slide herself up & down on top of me, until she had the whole
thing buried inside of her. I made my hips rise ever so slightly to meet her
hips. She closed her eyes & sucked air through her teeth as she settled on my
lap. “Now hold still.” Mistress Sonia said sharply. Then we held the position for
several long pleasurable minutes. Soon Mistress Sonia’s hips began a slow grinding,
that pressed the flesh into my now enraged clit. I didn’t think I could hold out
much longer, the waves of impulses flowing from my sensitive nerve endings were
overwhelming. Her smooth hands began to play with her nipples, as I watched in
silent enrapture. Then my eyes followed her right hand as it dipped low &
slipped across her clit. She jerked slightly once she made contact & that jerk
caused a deep twitch inside of my crotch. Soon her fingers were playing across
her swollen clit like she was strumming an instrument.

Before I could take it all in, she began to raise her hips slightly,
then she dropped back down on me viciously! “Ugh!” I groaned as the first few
blows hit my vulnerable clit. “Is your poor abused clit having a hard time?”
Mistress Sonia taunted me. Suddenly she raised herself all the way to the top of the
clit. The sudden pulling of the strap on caused my clit to reach out in
desperation. I knew she would do it, even before the Mistress Sonia slammed her cunt
down quickly on my clit. “Yeah Baby! That’s it Fuck it! FUCK MEEE!” Mistress Sonia
cried out loudly as she savagely fucked my engorged clit. She fucked me fast &
furiously, without pause & without regard for me. As I watched her fingers move
so quickly across her clit, that they were simply a blur, I knew we would both
climax soon. As wave after wave, began to crash through my now aching body, my
hips rose even further upwards. Our bodies were mashing against one another in
trembling grunts & thrashing with no regard for anything! The orgasm was a
fantastic block of time, chiseled out by the Gods themselves.

We came into, on top of & completely through one another, time & time
again. She wrapped her hands in my hair, she wrapped her arms around me, she
scratched her nails across my skin, she bit into my flesh, she smothered me with
her chest, she smashed as deep into me as she could, until eventually the orgasm
began to subside & the Mistress Sonia collapsed on top of me in sheer exhaustion. The
Mistress Sonia laid across my chest for so long, I began to fear she had fallen
asleep, “You were a very good fuck, even if you do need some work as a
prisoner.” She smiled as she kissed me.

The End

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Tired after a long day of school, Lady Sonia returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school – freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work.

Single, with a few friends and a student income, Lady Sonia pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be?

Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Lady Sonia never considered herself extraordinary – just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking…. getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Lady Sonia was quite happy to stay at home and relax.

Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home – no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much – guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability…. or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Lady Sonia saw a phone number…. from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test.

David.

Dave, actually. He preferred Dave. Sweet, charming, easy-going….. seemed like a good guy. Had a good handle on the class material – always happy to talk, even to the shy Lady Sonia. He lived at home, and had a car, so if she called him….. he might even be able to come over…..

Lady Sonia`s hands trembled at the thought. She`d been with a few guys as boyfriends before, even had a little sex, but nothing in the past year or so. She was always nervous, anxious…. worried that a man would judge her based on her 36B breasts or the width of her hips. She always told herself that she had nothing to worry about, but the thoughts crept in anyway.

Before she even realized what she was doing, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” It was Dave.

In a few moments, the plans were set. Notes, studying, 8:00. Her place.

!!!! Went the thoughts in Lady Sonia`s head. The place was a disaster! But she had almost 4 hours to make it presentable. With that kind of time, she set off to make it clean and ready for Dsave`s arrival, all the while wondering….. does he like me enough to hang out? Or is he just coming to help with studying?

The doorbell chimed at promptly 8, and Dave came in and sat down. 2 hours of studying, a bag of chips and 2 cans of cola passed in a blur for Lady Sonia, who knew – she wanted to feel a closeness with him, it was so nice to have someone here – but how to express it?

Finally, she just said it – “Dave, what do you think about me?” Shocked that the words came out of her mouth, Lady Sonia suddenly saw a grin across his face.

“Lady Sonia, you`re a great girl. Smart, funny, happy, not full of drama….. honest, and to be hinest with you – very cute. Whether you believe it about yourself or not.”

Stunned, but feeling warm and happy inside, Lady Sonia moved to the couch to sit with Dave, and she sat down beside him….. and they came together in a passionate kiss.

Lady Sonia could feel the heat build inside her, she wanted more from this man….. but she was afraid. Afraid he`d go too far, afraid he would brand her as a slut if it was too easy, afraid to lose him if she moved too fast or slow. Her brain flooded and overspilled with emotions.

They discussed past relationships. Dave, 4 girlfriends – sex with two, but they both had plans to be with big, hulky rich guys. Lady Sonia, 3 boyfriends – sex with the last one, who was her longest at 5 months. He had not been much – a little foreplay, a few strokes inside her until he came, and then he was done. Rather unfulfilling.

“Lady Sonia”, Dave said, “How about I show you an experience like no other? I guarantee you will find out what it is like to climax, perhaps multiple times. You may even discover something about yourself you didn`t know.”

Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. How do you turn down an offer like that? Is it too soon? Am I ready for that kind of thing?

It was an easy decision. Her trust for Dave was great, having known him for this school year plus the one before.

“What did you have in mind, Dave?” Lady Sonia asked sweetly.

Standing in her bedroom, Lady Sonia began to feel hot as Dave explained. “The safeword is orange, I will immediately stop and we will make sure you are ok. Don`t be afraid to use it if you are uncomfortable.”

Lady Sonia nodded. That was easy.

Dave explained as he gathered some scarves. “Bondage is a different kind of experience. It can be rough, it can be gentle, it can be painful. But done right, it always has pleasure.. ”

Bondage? Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. Her head swam.

“I really want to try this, and Dave…. he`s so cute and fun…..”

Lady Sonia decided to go for it, but with a condition.

“Dave, I have one limit.”

“Go on,” he answered.

“No sex.”

“No sex?”

“I`m paranoid about being pregnant, and I don`t want to risk it…. and I don`t know if I`m ready, and….” Lady Sonia began to stammer out some words, but a simple shush and smile from Dave stopped her.

“No sex, is no problem.”

“Really?”

“Really. I will make you happy and climax in other ways.”

Wow. Lady Sonia was floored. Climax? And he wasn`t insisting on sex?

“Lady Sonia?” Came Dave`s voice.

“Yes?”

“Please take off your shirt.”

Her heart pounded as Lady Sonia pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her lacy blue bra.Dave`s eyes lit up in approval.

“Nervous?” Came his voice.

“A little. But I know I shouldn`t be”… Lady Sonia answered, as she tried to calm herself.

“Bra too?”

Lady Sonia easily reached around back, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were exposed, perky and ready, for Dave to see. Her nipples were already hard with the anticipation.

“Very nice”, Dave said, as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Lady Sonia blushed, as she saw the pile of her scarves and bathrobe straps, waiting for her. Was she really going to let this man tie her up?

“Pants too, Lady Sonia….. if you`re ok with that…. it`s a lot easier before I start on you…”

Her head racing, Lady Sonia undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She was now standing in just her black panties, which covered her trimmed pussy hair, and her bum.

“Do you prefer the bed or the floor?”

“Floor”, Lady Sonia answered, knowing the carpet was soft, and gave more room.

Dave helped her to kneel, and gently took her hands in his, guiding them behind her back. She breathed deeply, trying to relax as her hands were fastened together behind her, with a soft scarf. It was an odd feeling, but surprisingly comfortable…. and she relaxed, knowing that Dave would take good care of her.

From behind, she jumped as Dave reached from behind her, and began to tease her nipples, while at the same time teasing her neck with his tounge. Lady Sonia moaned in awe, as she never realized how sensitive she was at her neck.

Dave came around the front of her, and dropped his pants, leaving him just his boxers. Lady Sonia could see a hard-on within, but she wondered – why would he agree to no sex?

Her question was put on hold as Dave grabbed another scarf and retreated behind her again, this time taking her elbows and working them together. Although she couldn`t touch them, she as close…. and she felt the scarf tighten around them. Looking down, she saw her breasts standing out further, and realized she liked the effect.

“Is that ok?” came Dave`s voice.

“Just fine” Lady Sonia answered. She wasn`t in any pain, and it felt good to have her breasts standing proud, and she hoped it impressed Dave.

It must have. He went to work on her sensitive nipples, and neck…. and back, as she found out….. his touch was like magic, and before long her pussy was very warm, and wet.

Her moans surprised even her, as she found them getting louder and longer….. and without warning, she felt Dave`s hands track south…. to the waistband of her panties…..

His hand slipped effortlessly inside, and found her clit….

Just a few touches, and she was practically humping his hand at this point….

“Ohhhh, please…. ohhh god, it feels so good…….”

Lady Sonia was in heaven, and she knew she couldn`t hold out much longer…… and then,…..

She came.

Hard.

She thought she might have wet herself, but it was just the juice from her pussy.

Dave stood, and walked over to the bed for more scarves.

Once Lady Sonia`s breathing had returned to normal, Dave stood in front of her.

“Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh” was the reply.

“More?”

Lady Sonia`s head spun. There could be more?

Lady Sonia`s adventure, Part 2

Dave stood in front of Lady Sonia, knowing she needed a deeper and more explosive orgasm. Lady Sonia knelt, hands behind her back, knowing she was in for a ride like she had never experienced before.

“How did that feel, Lady Sonia?” Asked Dave…

“OH my god, sooo good…” came the reply….

“Are you ready for more bondage?”

“Please….” Lady Sonia moaned. More bondage? How could he add to this?

Dave walked to her dresser, and pointed.

“Where do you keep your panties?”

Lady Sonia was quiet a second. Panties? What did he want with those?

“top drawer, left side”…. she replied.

Dave opened the drawer and selected a white thong, before he walked back to her.

He planted a hot kiss on her lips, and then spoke, almost in a whisper, inches from her face.

“Before we go any further, I think we need to gag you. Not only for the helplessness factor, but because if you cum like that again, you are going to have the neighbours calling the cops.”

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. Gag? That sounded evil. Kidnapper evil.

Dave smiled a reassuring smile. “If you are ok with this, it won`t hurt. IF you hum the opening to O Canada or the Star-Spangled Banner, I`ll stop immediately.”

It felt safe. But soo scary….

“Ok. Do it.” Lady Sonia said.

Her boldness surprised even herself, as she opened her mouth to accept her panties inside. Dave tied a knot in the middle of a scarf, and wound that around her head to hold the panties inside so she didn`t spit them back out.

Lady Sonia moved her head and tested her new mouth packing material. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. She felt safe in Dave`s presence, and ready for his next touch.

More to the nipples, and more kisses and licks to her neck, brought Lady Sonia to damp again. Her pussy was hot, and wet…. she wanted desperately to feel that rush…..

Her screams were muffled nicely behind her gag. She felt herself screaming louder and harder, trying to express her delight at his touch, but it all came out muted and restrained.

She knew she had to cum again. But he was being gentle… almost taking her close and then slowing down….. he was! He was teasing her! But it felt soooo good…

Then, he stopped.

She felt his head slide around hers, amd look at her. She turned to look him in the eye.

“Remember,” he said, “O Canada or the Star Spangled Banner….”

And then he came round front, and spread her knees slightly for her.

Now Lady Sonia was kneeling, slightly spread, and the cool air on her pussy was remarkable.

But where did Dave go?

She felt him lay down behind her, then suddenly, his head was behind her, between her legs….. and working his way up…. and, oh…. was he…?

He stopped with his jaw under her pussy. Despite the scarf wrapped around her face, she could see the hair on his head…… she wondered…. what was he doing?

Her black panties were slid aside, just gently…

Lady Sonia had never had a man go down on her, or anyone for that matter. Wait, she was above him…… bound and gagged…. was he going up on her? How does this work?

Lady Sonia shot to attention as his tounge touched her clit. It was like being struck by lightning!

Dave worked her clit, and Lady Sonia, powerless to resist the tounge inside her, felt another orgasm building…. and then it happened…

She came hard, fighting her bonds and screaming into her gag, feeling like fireworks were going off in her brain.

Dave slipped out from under her and slid a finger inside her drenched pussy… and began to finger her more….

Another orgasm built, and quickly exploded.

Was that a 3rd? Lady Sonia was losing count as she rode Dave`s fingers….. it felt so good, so very very good….

And kind of slutty, to have a man fingering her while all tied up….. but she couldn`t do anything to fight it….. god, just couldn`t stop……

She heard Dave say something aobut giving her a big ending, with a slutty finish……. he asked if that was ok, and she just nodded….. she didn`t care, as long as it felt this good…….

God, she would love a slutty finish…… she was starting to feel like a real slut…. bound, gagged…. she needed to feel truly slutty and dirty…

Dave knelt in front of her, and put his hand inside her panties again… oohh, Lady Sonia moaned, it felt good, just what she needed…. she noticed him take his cock in his other hand, and begin to stroke….

She was almost ready to cum….. it was close, just about there…… ohhhhh, yeah, right there….

Just as she began to climax…. she felt the first hot spot hit her…. then more….. as she realized he was cumming on her, she climaxed even harder……

It felt really slutty and dirty, but Lady Sonia didn`t care… she was enjoying her orgasm….. she felt a load of cum hit her on the chest, to go with the other load on her breasts…… ohhh, it felt good…
she never thought she would like the feeling, but she did…. ohhh, so dirty…

Dave stopped pumping and withdrew his fingers from her wet pussy. She knelt, spent, and covered in cum, reveling in the feeling…

He quickly fetched a towel and wiped her off, making sure to catch every drop.

Lady Sonia`s heart was pounding. She was now truly slutty, still gagged, still bound tightly, she had climaxed at least 5 times, she wanted more, and she was still feeling the warmth from the cum that was just wiped off of her.

It didn`t take Dave long to oblige.

He was behind her, pressed against her, and his hands were on her tits. Oh, god did she need hands on her tits….

He played with her nipples…. teased her…… ran his hands on her stomach and hips…. caressed her whole body from the waist up….. but she needed more.

She needed the ultimate release.

But she knew she couldn`t have him in her pussy.

She felt his hands slide her panties down at the back.. exposing her bum…..

His left hand wrapped around and touched her clit….. and slid a finger into her pussy….

Oh god, that touch….. felt soooo good…..

His other hand was playing in her panties.

Why is his other hand there? Lady Sonia wondered…

She felt him move… almost like he was rubbing his cock again….

Then she felt his other hand spread her bum cheeks.

He wouldn`t!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced…. not there! No, no, no…. never there!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. She had plenty of fantasies, but not there! Oh please, she couldn`t…. wouldn`t…. but that finger in her pusssy…. ohhh, so good….

It really did feel great, and she was lost and swimming in her own mind…

Her brain was about to send the signal to stat humming, o canada, star spangled banner, anything..! but it stopped…

That hand in her pussy….. sooo good…

Then she felt his cock on her bum…..

Edging toward the one place she allways thought she would said no to….

And he must have lubed it a bit with her pussy juice, because it slid in.

He didn`t force it, it just went in very gently…. and he let her adjust to it, all the while feeling the steady pulse of his fingers in her pussy…

Lady Sonia screamed into her gag….. she could feel another wave of orgasm coming on, but this was different…. this one felt like it would be big…..

She felt his cock inside her bum…. start to move in and out…… ohhh god, it kinda hurt but it felt great….

Lady Sonia felt herself wind up, and then she knew….

Her head exploded in a wave of orgasm and fireworks, as she came harder than she ever thought it was possible….. the cock in her bum reminded her of how slutty and dirty this was….

She felt a hot load explode into her as Dave came himself…. and she began to cum again…

Lady Sonia quivered, and came hard into her panties.

Dave withdrew, and untied her hands and elbows.

SHe removed her own gag, and turned to kiss him.

“That,” she said, “was absolutely incredible. I came at least 10 times.”

“And, I didn`t know I could like bondage this much”…

Dave looked at her.

“This, Lady Sonia”, he said and smiled, “Is just a beginning.”

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Henry Clegg looked nervously around at the departure lounge. Of course he really knew that the armed police, in their flack jackets, carrying their disturbing array of weaponry, were only there to provide security, but he couldn’t help feeling that they were also keeping a close eye on him, personally.

In Henry’s mind the question was which of the forces of law and order would be first through the door of the departure lounge ready to snatch away his ticket and boarding card before he could get to his flight. There was the bank’s inspection department, their auditors, the financial services regulator, the head of consumer finance watch, and of course the police themselves. And that didn’t include the irate parents of his recently pregnant P.A. Lately things just seemed to have piled up and now he was just glad to be getting out. Some bankers might be getting bailed out but it certainly didn’t seem to extend to him.

“Air Kushtia is pleased to announce the departure of flight 003 to Riga, Strigino, Tashkent and Kolin. Passengers should please board now through gate 27.”

Henry felt relieved by the announcement. He picked up the small bag that carried the few things that would sustain him on board and scurried towards the gate. It had been awfully good of Uncle Freddie to arrange this for him, he thought, and at such short notice. He’d certainly needed the chance of a new job somewhere far away from where he had been working. Somewhere far removed from structured funding arrangements linked to the American sub-prime market, the fall out from his deal with Lehman Brothers, from his negotiations with a certain savings bank in the North East of England or indeed the exit strategy for his finances that he had arranged with Landsbanki, Glitnir, and Kaupthing in Iceland.

With his current set of problems, the Kushtian capital of Kolin had sounded attractive at the instant that Freddie had mentioned it; if only because he’d never heard of it before and he could readily imagine that none of the people who were hoping to find him would have heard of it either. At the very least it would allow him to keep his head down for a few months. That way he could wait until the more acrimonious scalp hunting had finished and then he could work out what his options were.

The boarding gate was curiously quiet. Looking around, as far as Henry could tell, he was the only passenger. Airline staff walking back along the pier to the terminal building looked at him with what seemed to Henry like a mixture of astonishment and sympathy. Henry got his first inkling of why when the stewardess came forward to open the gate. He wasn’t sure what sort of ‘plane the flight was using but with her bulk he hoped it was a large one. He’d been used to the idea of wide bodied aircraft, he was surprised to see it applied to cabin crew too. She peered at him through thick lensed, heavy black framed spectacles and beckoned him forward. Henry looked around to make sure it was him she wanted but to his disappointment there was no one else.

As he handed the woman his boarding card, his eyes were drawn to the thick dark moustache that adorned her top lip. She misinterpreted his startled curiosity for some form of flirtatious interest and handed him his boarding card back with a disturbing smile. As Henry got back to his seat he noticed her adjusting her dark brown uniform jacket in some sort of vain attempt to pretend that it had anything to do with the figure of the woman underneath it. When she straightened her jacket, her body appeared to move off in another direction entirely. As far as Henry could tell the uniform had been created by dyeing a khaki Soviet army jacket with cold tea and replacing the badges with the insignia of Air Kushtia. You could still see darker patches where the military badges that had been there before had stopped the fabric from fading.

When the fight attendant pulled back the curtain that closed off the boarding ramp he was only too pleased to slide past her and on towards the plane.

As he walked down the ramp he peered out of the window into the gathering gloom of the evening. The aircraft that was waiting for him was no sleek jet but one of the largest propeller driven aircraft that Henry had ever seen. With its thin fuselage, steeply swept back wings and four large engines each carrying two sets of propellers, the thing looked more like a bomber from the cold war than any sort of airliner that Henry had travelled on. He would have to ask his uncle about it, Henry thought, Freddie knew a lot about aircraft. He emerged from the ramp close to tail of the aircraft. Its fin and rudder stretched up high above him. Henry could see the insignia of Air Kushtia on the fin; it appeared to have been painted over a Soviet red star. Maybe his theories about cold war bombers weren’t so far off the mark.

The bulky, moustachioed, flight attendant was waiting at the head of the stairway as he climbed up to the rear passenger door. Henry was a bit puzzled as to how she might have got there given that she hadn’t passed him on the ramp but he managed to squeeze by her. As he did so he realised that it was not, after all, the same woman as had checked his ticket at the gate. He was depressed by the idea that, in Kushtia, maybe all women looked like this.

He stepped into the cabin and looked around, wondering at how an interior designer could find a use for so many shades of brown. He found his seat and stowed his flight bag in the overhead locker.

The engines coughed into life. He was evidently going to be alone for the first leg of the flight at least. He heard the flight attendant slam the rear door of the aircraft and then, obviously not happy that it had shut properly, slam it again. He was beginning to wonder if Freddie had done him such a favour after all.

The aircraft seemed to lope across the tarmac towards the runway before lurching upward with a whine of engines and staggering into the air. Henry thought the best thing to do would be to get some sleep.

“Henry George Arthur Clegg,” the judge was saying. “You have been responsible for defrauding your employer and the customers of your bank. You have caused distress and hardship. You have been found guilty of fraud and it is the sentence of this court that you will be taken from here to a place of confinement and then to a place of execution where you shall be hanged by the neck until you are dead in twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes,” thought Clegg, “what sort of sentence was that? Where’s the time for appeals? That can’t be right.”

“In twenty minutes. Sir, we will be landing in Riga in twenty minutes. Please you must fasten your belt seat.”

Henry looked up with relief, waking up with a jump to find the flight attendant tugging at his arm. He nodded to show understanding, fiddled with the controls of his seat to slide it upright and strapped himself in, ready for what he feared would be a bumpy landing.

At Riga the flight was joined by more passengers, a small group of men in dark suits, dark shirts, dark ties and dark glasses that sat together and spoke not a word for the entire 4 hours of the next leg of the fight to Strigino. They left the fight there and Henry had the opportunity to stretch his legs while the plane refuelled.

The flight took off again heading to Tashkent. An hour out from Strigino, one of the engines coughed and failed, its propellers shuddering to a halt. Clegg waved the stewardess over to show her but she seemed neither surprised nor even very interested. At least that was reassuring, thought Clegg. Certainly it didn’t seem to interfere with the aircraft continuing its flight.

At Tashkent there was much shouting and excitement on the tarmac beneath his window as mechanics debated what if anything could or should be done about the faulty engine. A ladder was brought. Anch argument ensued. There was much banging and thumping from the engine nacelle as shouts of encouragement were offered from the ground. Clegg dozed off again, not anxious to witness exactly how they managed to get the plane airborne again.

By the time he woke again the plane was well into the final leg of the flight. Keen for a drink he decided to risk the attentions of the hirsute cabin staff and reached up for the stewardess call button. It came away as he tugged at it.

Henry, embarrassed, was trying to push it back into place when he realised that a stewardess was beside his seat. “What can I do to help, Sir?” a soft voice asked.

Henry turned to see a vision of loveliness staring down at him. The flight attendant was evidently no relative of the one that had crewed on the earlier parts of the flight. This girl was, Henry judged, barely twenty. She had almond shaped, dark brown eyes and a dark complexion. Her face was modestly veiled but her belly was naked, a jewel sparkling in her navel. Her uniform looked more like something that belonged in a middle eastern harem. Henry thought it a great improvement over the one earlier that had appeared to have been acquired from a T34 tank regiment. She reached across him to push the call button back into the panel. Her breasts were only inches from his face.

“Ah, a, ah, err yes, ah, a scotch please,” Henry stuttered.

“Of course.” The girl disappeared and returned moments later pushing a trolley with a tray carrying three bottles of different malts, a small ice bucket, a small jug of water and a cut glass tumbler. She knelt in the aisle beside his seat holding the tray towards him. “Which would you like sir?” she said.

Henry happy at the improvement in cabin service grinned. “The Laphroaig,” he said, “please.”

The girl smiled again, poured a stiff measure of the drink, offered him ice and water both of which he refused and then handed him the glass before kneeling again beside him to ask if there was anything else he needed.

It was only later, when Henry had learned much more of the compliant and obliging nature of Kushtian women, that he realised that he had missed an opportunity. As it was he settled for a bag of nuts.

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Chapter 2 : Kolin International

The arrival formalities in Kolin seemed no more or less tedious than at any airport. That was one of the sad things about the development of air travel, Henry thought. After leaving Heathrow he felt there was nothing to choose between a run down, fly-blown, derelict airport with third world catering and the capital of Kushtia. Henry allowed himself a grin. Freddie would be furious if he heard him say that. One thing about his uncle – Freddie could be fiercely patriotic.

He emerged from the baggage claim, surprised that his bag seemed to have had no worse a flight than he had, and headed for customs. As Freddie had suggested, the informal entry visa of a $10 bill left carelessly in his passport speeded his admission to the People’s Democratic Republic of Kushtia.

In the arrivals hall, a short dark man was waiting carrying a cardboard sign with the words “Henly Cregg” scrawled on it. Henry thought that was close enough and presented himself to the man. He pointed to the exit and headed off towards it, barely giving Henry enough time to collect his bags and stagger after him. Henry found him outside sitting in a battered Zil limousine. He tossed his bag into the back and climbed in alongside the driver. As the car pulled away, Henry grasped at once the reason why so many Russian leaders used to be seen scowling so frequently.

It was dark. The complete lack of street lighting meant that Henry’s first impressions of Kushtia would be delayed until the morning. It was probably just as well. The airport road ran into town past a series of factories, cement plants, steel works and chemical refineries. It wasn’t the most attractive of routes.

When Freddie had set things up he’d asked Henry if he’d prefer the Kolin Holiday Inn or the Kolin Centrallum Hotel. Henry had opted for the latter, not wanting to check into yet another impersonal international chain hotel. As Henry climbed out of the Zil in front of the hotel he now realised why Freddie had said, “Well, if you’re sure….”

The hotel front was in complete darkness apart from a feeble bulb glowing over the front door. Henry pushed his way inside, dragging his bag behind him.

The lobby of the hotel was, however, much more welcoming than its exterior. There was light, there were comfortable looking chairs, there was a bar and, most intriguing of all, there was a woman naked apart from a veil that covered the lower half of her face, dancing on a table for the amusement of the guests. Henry though that Kushtia or at least the hotel had something going for it after all.

A loud cough from behind him drew his attention away from the spectacle in the bar. His driver was waiting. Evidently the opportunity to leer at naked flesh wasn’t sufficient recompense for his trip. Henry nodded towards the naked woman, “Not your sort of thing?”

“Ah, maybe. Without the veil, that would be something. With it – well you westerners may find it a novelty, perhaps.” He shrugged. Henry found him another $10 bill. The man flashed Henry a toothy grin and left.

By the time that Henry had registered and been given his room key the almost naked woman had, to his disappointment, gone. In spite of the absence of entertainment Henry made his way back to the bar. He ordered a beer. The barman insisted that he could only serve alcohol to foreign nationals and was then disappointed when Henry showed him his passport, the extra tips for this illegal service obviously making up part of what he considered his rightful payment entitlement. Henry sat down. There had been a message waiting for him at the check in desk. He opened the envelop to read it.

“Good greeting and most welcome to Kolin,” it said in neat handwriting on headed notepaper that proclaimed itself as coming from the People’s Bank of Kushtia. “It is my great pleasure that a brother son of the most excellent Freddie should be here in our country. My many distraughts that I can be not wit you tonight but will join in the morning feed time. Your most extraordinary correspondent. Kerren Kerrish. General Manager and Chief Cashier”

He re-read it and felt he had managed to take from it all the meaning that might be held within. Henry sank another beer and then a third before retiring to bed in anticipation of his meeting the following morning.

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Kerren Kerrish arrived the following morning in time to interrupt Henry’s breakfast as he sat alone in the hotel restaurant. Henry saw him arrive at the doorway. He wasn’t sure that the man would actually get through it. Kerrish was man with a bushy white beard and a substantial girth. If his complexion had been lighter he might have made some store an ideal festive Santa Claus. “What delights, Mr Clegg, what delights,” he boomed as he stepped across to Henry’s table.

Clegg got to his feet. “Mr Kerrish,” he said, “good morning. It’s very good to see you.”

“Indeed. Indeed. And for me it is very good to see you. The bank needs your expertise. I understand from Mr Freddie Clegg that you have held a very responsible position in your British banking system. It is most good of you to bring those skills to Kushtia.”

Henry was quite happy to accept Mr Kerrish’s plaudits even though he wasn’t sure that his career in banking to date warranted them. It sounded as though Freddie had done a more than effective job in selling his capabilities to the Kushtians. He went on with his breakfast. Kerren Kerrish was offered coffee by Henry’s waiter and gladly took a cup.

“So. We have for you a nice office. We are very advanced here, with computers and everything. You will see. Just like your old lady of needle threading street.” Henry looked puzzled until he realised that Kerren was talking about the Bank of England. He wasn’t sure that he believed Kerren any more than he did his uncle. Kerren Kerrish finished his coffee. “We go to the bank now. You find we work for mornings just. From 10 o’clock to one o’clock. That is enough for work. Then after for pleasure and rest. Better that way than work all times. So we go to the bank now.”

Henry nodded. He could see that the hardest part of the job was likely to be understanding just what his boss was talking about, but then, he thought, that’s hardly the first time.

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The head office of the People’s Bank of Kushtia turned out to be a short stroll across the square from the hotel. Kerren Kerrish was bulky but surprisingly agile as he bobbed through the crowds, avoiding the clouds of diesel fumes belching from the buses that seemed to take little notice of pedestrians whether they were in the road or on the pavement. Henry followed him, narrowly avoiding being run down on several occasions.

A doorman waved them into the bank with an expansive gesture and a deep bow to Kerrish. Inside, the banking hall was suitably impressive with heavy wooden counters, brass rails and grills for the staff; deep leather chairs and polished tables for the customers. Kerren Kerrish swept through the hall, staff bowing as he passed them, Henry hurrying along behind him. Kerrish led the way into an enormous office with a desk the size of a billiards table. “Head of Business Banking and Credit Services” it said on the door. Henry wondered what the owner of the office was like; it looked like this was going to be his new boss.

“Take a seat,” said Kerrish, gesturing to the chair behind the desk. “You should get used to your new office.” Henry was beginning to worry that Freddie might have oversold his capabilities. “I will have your chief clerk acquaint you with the bank’s procedures. He will be able to take care of most things for you. Trust your staff, Mr Henry, they are capable men. Now you will need a secretary.”

“I suppose so,” Henry was still somewhat bemused by the turn of events that had him disappearing from one bank pursued by the authorities on one day and marching into this enormous office on the next. He wished he knew a bit more about Kushtia than he did. All he had to go on was that it was along way from London, Freddie’s assurance that “they’re a reasonable bunch of chaps” and the fact that Freddie had done business with them for a while

“Do you have a preference?”

Henry thought for a moment. If he had been honest he’d have expressed a wish for someone more like the stewardess on the Tashkent-Kolin leg of his flight out than the one that had welcomed him on board at London but he felt that would probably be seen as politically incorrect. “I’m sure that any of the bank’s secretaries will be well able to fulfil the role, Mr Kerrish,” he said to Kerren. “I will be advised by you.”

Kerren looked puzzled for a moment but then said, “Well, I shall send you one. I hope you find her suitable.”

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1. Chapter 3: Suitable Staff

There was a knock on his office door and, once Henry had realised that whoever was outside was waiting to be invited in, a young woman entered. Kerren Kerrish had been as good as his word and based on his first sight of her Henry thought she would be very suitable indeed.

She was, he supposed, about twenty one or twenty two years old and wore a curious combination of western and what he assumed was traditional Kushtian dress. On her head she wore a pill box hat from which draped a scarf that hung across the lower half of her face veiling all of her features apart from a pair of sparkling, dark brown eyes fringed with long lashes. If her headwear was traditional, Kushtian and modest, the rest of her outfit was anything but. She wore a white blouse that fitted tightly across her breasts and her skirt while straight and tailored was slit so that with each step Henry was afforded an excellent view of her legs. He waved her into the office. To his delight Henry realised that the girl was wearing stockings and, from the way she strode across the room, her skirt dividing at each step, she didn’t mind that he knew it.

“Mr Kerrish said I should see to anything at all that you needed,” she said. Henry thought her tone distinctly flirtatious. She was carrying a set of files. As she leant forward to place the files on his desk, Henry had an excellent view of her cleavage. He felt it hadn’t been accidental.

“Well, Miss ..” he began.

“Anchari Astana,” the woman said. “I am called Anchari. But my friends call me Anch, please.”

“Well Anch,” Henry went on. “I hope you will be able to help me. This is all very new to me.”

“I’m sure I can help,” she sat herself on the desk beside him, crossing her nylon sheathed legs. “Mr Kerrish was very keen for me to do all I can. Oh, excuse me.” Henry realised that the top button of her blouse had given up the unequal battle to keep her blouse closed and had become unfastened. Anch refastened it without embarrassment and then turned her attention back to Henry. “So what should I do first of all?”

“Well, why don’t you take off that veil,” Henry said, “I’m sure you don’t need it in here.”

Anch leapt to her feet, startling Henry and shouting. “What do you take me for? Mr Kerrish said I should be nice to you but you treat me like some common huna! I am no huna!” She stormed out of the room, practically knocking over Kerren Kerrish as she pushed passed him in the doorway.

Henry was on his feet calling her to come back but she ignored him. Kerren Kerrish looked at Henry. “What ever has upset Miss Astana? She is one of our most experienced staff. She seemed very distressed.”

“I don’t understand,” Henry said. “She seemed – well – very friendly.”

Kerrish smiled. “Kushtian girls are all very friendly,” he said, “you will have no difficulty finding companionship for your relaxations in the afternoons. Miss Astana would be very suitable. Yes?”

“Well I hadn’t thought of that but yes.” Henry was surprised by Kerrish’s casual suggestion that his secretary would be happy to provide sexual favours. “But I have obviously upset her.”

“I am surprised, good friend. Of course the appetites of the Cleggs are legendary but even so I cannot imagine what you could have said that would have scandalised Miss Astana so.”

“But I made no improper suggestion, I simply suggested that she take off her veil and ….”

“Ah!” Kerrish threw up his hands. “Ah! I understanding. Such a thing is not nice here in Kushtia. For a girl to show her face before her marriage. No! Only the poorest of women in Kushtia would dream of going without a veil. You will find that Kushtian girls are most accommodating in every other respect but they would find such a thing deeply insulting.”

“She said I was treating her like a common – what was the word – huna?”

“Oh yes. A girl dog.”

“Bitch?”

“Yes, bitch. It is an insult to call a woman so in English? Even though you love your dogs?”

“Yes. Look can I apologise to her?”

“No. No. That is not the way.” Kerren’s face had a look of astonished disbelief. “No man can apologise to a Kushtian girl. That would bring great loss of face. Please let me explain to her your misunderstanding. She may forgive you. I will do what I can. This is what friends are for. Leave this to your friend. See.” Kerren excused himself and left the office.

A few minutes later the girl reappeared, knocking politely at the door to the office. Henry beckoned her in. Before he could say anything she spoke. “Mr Kerrish has explained that you do not know our ways and traditions. I should have explained how things are here. Please forgive me.” She lowered her eyes to the floor.

Henry was grateful for the opportunity to repair things. “That is quite all right,” he said. “I have much to learn. I am sure you will be able to help me.”

“So, you would like me to stay?”

“Yes, yes indeed.”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you,” Anch said. “I was afraid that you did not like me and that your words were intended to make me go.”

“Not in the least. Now perhaps you could explain these files. I suppose that I should try to understand them.”

“First some coffee though? You would like?”

“I would like very much. Thank you, Anch. What is ‘thank you’ in Kushtian?”

“Thaknarish.”

“Thaknarish,” Henry imitated.

“Very good,” Anch clapped her hands delightedly. “I will get coffee.”

She returned moments later with a large brass jug and two tiny porcelain cups and poured them each some of the thick, black liquid. Henry took a sip. The coffee was warm rather than hot and extremely sweet and strong. “Thaknarish,” said Henry, raising his cup to Anch.

She lifted hers in response, “You say ‘cheers’ in English?”

“That’s right. You speak very good English.”

“Thank you,” said Anch. “We learn at school. It is a difficult language. Much harder than Kushtian. So many words.”

Henry was enjoying the discussion. Anch was an attractive girl. Even if her face was veiled, the rest of her physical attributes more than made up for that. His eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts and then, as he looked up, he saw that she had noticed his stare and her eyes told him that she was smiling behind her veil. “Ah, err, yes,” Henry stuttered.

“Do not be embarrassed Mr Clegg,” Anch said. “All Kushtian men admire the woman. They all like the breasts. Do you think mine are nice? Sometimes I think they are too small. Perhaps one day I will go to America or London and get new, big breasts.”

“They are lovely, Anch. I don’t think they need to be any bigger.”

“I’m not sure,” she started to unbutton her blouse, obviously anxious for some further reassurance.

Henry was more concerned not to get thrown out of his job on his first morning and was anxious to encourage her to put them away without offending her again. “Err, your medallion,” he said pointing to the disk that hung from a cord around her neck. “That’s very attractive. Is that gold?”

His question distracted Anch from inspecting her breasts although she did nothing to fasten her blouse. She lifted up the bright disk and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “It is my properta. All Kushtian women wear them. I am lucky to have this in gold.”

“Properta? Like the English word ‘property’?”

“Yes that is right. It shows the household that I belong to. Luckily my household is wealthy so my properta is made of gold. With the properta anyone can tell from which household a woman is belonging to. The household is very important in Kushtia. It is the centre of our lives. To wear the properta of a wealthy household is to have high status. I am very lucky. Now please come and tell me what you think of my breasts.”

“Ah, well, surely not here in the office.”

“Of course. This is why we have cubicon.”

“Cubicon?”

Anch gestured to a curtain against one wall. She took Henry by the hand and led him towards it. Pulling back the curtain, she revealed a small recess with a couch littered with large cushions. “Here,” she said leading him to the couch and encouraging him to lie down. “Cubicon is very important for senior managers. Too much stress is very bad for you. Here you can have your stress relieved. Part of my job is to ensure that your stress is least. I feel you are tense and need to have less stress.” Henry gulped. He had to admit feeling stressed but he wasn’t prepared to tell Ann that she was the cause rather than the cure. “All Kushtian men like breasts. Are English men the same?” she said, kneeling astride him, pulling off her blouse and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her full, dark breasts spilled forward towards him.

“Ah,” said Henry appreciatively. “Yes, ah, yes, English men do like breasts, generally. And these are very nice indeed, err, very nice.”

“But they should be bigger? Yes?”

“No, not at all Anch,” Henry was thinking that if these were any bigger he would be in serious danger if one or other of them hit him. “I don’t think they need to be any bigger. No, not at all.”

“You English men are so polite. It is very nice. I shall play your piscalo.”

“Piscalo?”

“Oh, in Kushtian, it is a musical instrument. Like a – what? – flute. But it also means…” She pointed down to his crotch and in response to his “Oh!” dived for the zip of his trousers and, pushing her veil aside, quickly had her tongue around his prick. Henry decided that he was in no position to argue with Kushtian traditions and leant back to enjoy it.

Anch didn’t pause when Kerren Kerrish put his head around the cubicon curtain. “Ah! Good! You are falling into our ways. That is excellent. Miss Astana is very capable as a secretary is she not?”

“Indeed. Ah!” Henry gasped in between Anch’s enthusiastic sucking and licking. He found it difficult to hold up his part of the conversation while his other end was being kept up so effectively by his secretary.

“Well. Shortly in my office please join me. No needing to hurry. Just when Miss Astana has finished her present tasks.”

Henry nodded and Kerrish left. Anch continued. She was apparently undisturbed by Kerren’s arrival but skilfully and swiftly brought Henry to orgasm, licking him clean of his jism with enthusiasm. She reached down beside the couch and pulled out a small silken cloth with which she wiped and dried Henry’s member. The gentle touch of the cloth, so carefully used, seemed to encourage Henry’s prick back into life. “There,” she said. “Now you will feel much more relaxed. Ready for your meeting with Mr Kerren.”

Henry had to admit that he was feeling significantly improved by his encounter with Anch. He got up from the couch, zipped his fly and headed off towards the office of Kerren Kerrish.

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Chapter 4 : Loan Agreement

Kerren Kerrish’s office was even larger than Henry’s. It was hardly surprising, Henry thought, but it did mean you ought to be able to get a taxi from the door to the desk. As he arrived, Kerrish emerged from what Henry took to be his own cubicon, followed a moment later by a leggy dark haired women in her late thirties, Henry guessed. She gathered her wrap around dress about her with a flourish that left Henry uncertain what if anything he had seen of her body and left the pair of them to their discussions.

At Kerren’s suggestion,. Henry took a seat. “I have small project for you,” he said. “No doubt simple after your many triumphs for Bank of England” Henry thought for a moment – he didn’t remember claiming that but maybe Freddie had polished Henry’s CV a little. “One of our best customers has a chance for new business making. An opportunity but – as is always – it needs funding.”

“I guess that’s good news for us,” said Henry.

“Indeed, indeed. With no need for money where would a bank be? But, of course, not all opportunities are as splendid as they seem. Some have greater risk than others, some require more security than others, some will generate a greater return than others. I would like you to talk to our customer, assess the opportunity, advise me on the risk, determine what interest you think we should charge.”

“Fine. I can do that.” Henry wasn’t at all sure that he was qualified. Back in London whenever anyone wanted a loan they just fired up the computer and filled in the forms and the system said yes or no. Nevertheless, Henry thought, how hard could it be? It was probably some farmer looking for a loan to build a barn or something.

“You need to talk to Kushnati Koresh, he is one of our Council Elders. He is not too able to speak English but his wife is American. He has asked for her to deal with this. It is unusual but I suppose we must move with the times in some things.”

Henry didn’t see what was so odd about Koresh’s wife discussing a bank loan but he let Kerren continue.

“Miss Astana will provide you with the files. She will arrange a car for you. Mr Koresh and his wife will be able to see you tomorrow morning. I am sure you will be able to assess their application. Of course as a Council Member Mr Koresh has a preferred status with the Bank, he will be very happy to meet with you.”

Henry wasn’t entirely happy. He felt he might be getting out of his depth in political waters. It sounded like his boss didn’t want to hear that this loan wasn’t a good idea and that, if it did go bad, he’d be the one carrying the can for the bank. Oh well, no change there.

Back in his office, Anch was already waiting for him with the Koresh file. “I have asked for your car to collect you from the hotel in the morning,” she said. “It is one o’clock now so you will go back there, I think. For me it is time to go back to my household too.”

Henry was disappointed, he’d been looking forward to spending some more time with Anch but there would be plenty of other opportunities he thought. “That’s all right, Anch,” he said. “I’ll see you when I get back from talking to Mr Koresh and his wife.”

“His wife? On bank matters? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr Kerrish said that she was to be involved in the discussions. Why? Is that odd?”

“Very, Mr Henry, very,” An responded. “In Kushtia a woman is not able to have a bank account. Such things can only be had by a man.”

“But how do you manage? What do you do with your wages? Surely they don’t pay you in cash.”

“No, of course. But I don’t receive wages. The earnings from my work here go to my household. They provide my food and lodging and my clothes and for my care. That is what the properta means, I contribute to my household and they take care of me.”

“I see,” said Henry, not really seeing at all. It sounded very odd.

“Now, I must go, if that is all right, Sir. I have to be back at my household for two o’clock. There are domestic duties to take care of.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Well, you must tell me more of your household, Anch. I would be interested to learn more about your life.”

Anch nodded her head and walked across to her desk gathering up a few things for her handbag. She took a magazine from her desk and was about to put it into her bag when she said, “Here is another good Kushtian word for you.” She held out the magazine and pointed to the title. “Yassi!” it said.

“Yassi?” Henry responded, taking the magazine.

“Yes, good,” said Anch. “It means ‘Hello’ or ‘Greetings’.”

Henry nodded and looked again at the magazine’s cover. “Lady Sonia Beckham is as much a celebrity here then?” he said pointing to the cover.

“Oh no. That is not Mr Beckham’s wife. She does look very like her though, I agree. Also called Lady Sonia. That is the chief wife of the son of our Kalinin, our president. She is an English girl.”

“The chief wife? I suppose his others are called Gerri, Emma and Melanie.”

“So you know them? It was very odd, first for a son to marry five wives at once and then for them all to be foreign. He was a big fan of the Spice Girls they say. His wives are all very like them.”

Henry thought the whole thing very odd. “Well, I guess the cult of celebrity extends everywhere these days,” he said. “Well she certainly looks like Posh Spice, or at least the way she looked when last I saw a picture of her. What do people in Kushtia think?”

“She is very scandalous!”

“I see. Because her face is not covered?”

“No, silly. She is a wife, once you are a wife your husband may be happy to display you, if he allows. No, there are rumours about her and other men and that her husband encourages her behaviour. But she has nice breasts, doesn’t she? Should I have my breasts made like those, do you think?”

“Anch, I think your breasts are just fine.”

“Only fine?” In spite of her veil Henry could sense the sulky pout. “But I must go.” She pulled a heavy shawl around her shoulders and then, finally took out a pair of heavy brass bracelets and fastened them on to her wrists. As she stood up to leave Henry saw that the bracelets were linked by a short length of heavy brass chain.

“What are those?” Henry said.

“These?” said Anch turning towards him. “These are manuses.”

“But they’re like handcuffs. Do you walk home wearing those in the street?”

“Yes, of course. Many Kushtian girls wear them. These are very grand. You see how the cuffs are broad and the chain is quite short. That is very much the way they are being worn this year. My household was very good to buy me such fashionable ones. My friend Harana is very jealous. Her’s are not so wide. She tried to hide them under her shawala when she saw mine.” Anch laughed. “I will see you tomorrow Mr Henry,” she said and left him bewildered.

Henry shut up the things in his office and made his way back to the hotel along the empty streets of Kolin. The hotel lobby was deserted he grabbed his key from the rack behind the reception desk and made his way upstairs to his room.

He flicked on the TV. Three channels of TV Kushtia all showed a blank screen with words that said the same thing. “Back at 20:00” he looked at his watch. It was 20:15. There wasn’t anything else. He looked out across the square. It was empty. There didn’t seem much else to do except to sit down and go through the Koresh file. Oh, and maybe introduce himself to the contents of the mini-bar.

By the time it came to think about dinner he’d formed a good view of the nature of Mr. Koresh’s finances. The mini bar had been a disappointment. In a country where you had to show your passport to get hold of alcohol it shouldn’t have surprised him that the small fridge contained only fruit juice. He was glad to toss the file aside and go in search of food and a drink to go with it.

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1. Chapter 5 : The Household of Kushnati Koresh

Henry’s car bounced its way across the potholes on the road leading out of Kolin. They crossed the bridge across the almost dry river bed of the Kolin River and headed out through scrubby rocky countryside.

The car stopped outside a large, low, seemingly derelict building. A honk of the car’s horn brought someone to the tall door that filled a high archway halfway along the front wall. Henry peered out of the car. This didn’t look very impressive for someone that was supposedly a Kushtian Council Elder. He climbed out and headed to the door.

As he entered, his opinion changed. The doorway gave onto a courtyard that, in contrast to the barren land outside, was filled with luxuriant foliage. Water played from fountains in the corners of the courtyard. Two veiled women sat chatting on a bench to one side; two others were carrying large baskets of fruit across the courtyard. Henry’s bemusement at the extraordinary difference between the courtyard inside and the countryside outside the walls of the building was interrupted by the muscular young Kushtian man that had opened the door. “For Mr Koresh? From the bank?” he said.

Henry nodded and the young man led the way further into the building. The verdant greens of the courtyard gave way to opulent gold silk and purple velvet wall hangings and finely knotted silk carpets inside. Henry was astonished by the sheer luxury of the surroundings. His mouth was still hanging open when he was shown into a large room furnished in even greater splendour. At one end of the room an old wizened man sat in a wheel chair, gazing vacantly across the room. To the side, on two large padded leather couches, two women reclined, talking to one another in animated fashion. Henry recognised one of them immediately as the woman he had seen earlier on the cover of Yassi! Magazine. The other, much younger, he took to be Koresh’s wife. She got up and approached him, her long skirt brushing across the floor.

Henry offered his hand. “Henry Clegg,” he said. “from the People’s Bank.”

Koresh’s wife and the woman from Yassi! exchanged puzzled glances but then waved him towards their couch. “Hi,” the woman said in a sharp Brooklyn accent, “I’m Lauren – wife of Kushnati Koresh. My friend here is the wife of the eldest son of the Kalinin. He calls her Lady Sonia.”

“I can see why,” Henry said, conscious that she was watching him closely. “I understand that your husband wishes to discuss some financial matters.” Henry looked across to where Kushnati Koresh was sitting in his wheelchair. He didn’t look as if he was up to discussing anything much.

“Of course,” said Lauren. “I will bring him over. I shall need to translate for you.” She walked across to where Kushnati sat, unlocked the brake on his chair and wheeled him back to where Henry was sitting. He stood up and offered his hand. Kushnati Koresh continued to stare straight ahead giving no sign that he had any awareness of Henry’s presence. “I will explain things,” said Lauren. “but first, tell me, Clegg isn’t a very common English name is it? Do you know a Freddie Clegg? A dark haired man with a wiry moustache.”

“Well yes. It’s not a common name. Freddie Clegg is my uncle. That sounds exactly like him. How do you know him?”

“Ah – both Lady Sonia and I had some involvement with one of his companies before we came to Kushtia.”

“I’ll mention it when I talk to him next,” said Henry sociably.

“Oh, I shouldn’t think he’d remember us,” Lady Sonia said acidly.

Henry blinked, puzzled by her response. He knew Freddie had some dealings with the Kushtian’s but why these two women should have been involved he couldn’t imagine. Lauren interrupted. “Can we get on?” Henry nodded. “OK, here’s the pitch. Mr Koresh here has very good contacts with the elders of the tribes in the northern hills. For many years they chose their wives from Russian stock. Recently they have found it difficult to find wives. Through my father in the Trade Ministry I have found how I can solve that. What is need is funding to allow us to satisfy that need; finance for the initial expenses until we can recoup them from our fees.”

Henry was bemused. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not sure if I’ve got this straight. These elders will pay you to find them wives? Oh, I’m sorry I should be talking to your husband, shouldn’t I?”

“Of course,” said Lauren, “everyone knows that a Kushtian woman cannot borrow money.” Even so Kushnati Koresh showed little sign of understanding what was going on. “But yes, you’re right. They’ll pay a premium because of my husband. He is well respected. They will feel his choice guarantees a good wife.”

“A premium brand?”

“Precisely.”

“So you’d be running a sort of marriage brokers.”

“Sort of.”

“And is it easy to persuade Russian girls that there is a good life to be had in Kushtia?”

“Easy enough. But that will be what we’re doing.” She pointed to herself and Lady Sonia. Henry wasn’t at all sure how Kushnati could contribute anything to the business. He was lolling limply in his chair, dribbling from one corner of his mouth.

Henry quizzed Lauren on the funding required. She made a pretence of consulting her apparently unhearing husband on several occasions but gave Henry all the data he needed. The costs appeared to have been well thought out with substantial sums allocated to the recruitment of potential brides. The girls were very confident of the level of fees that the business could charge. They explained how they needed cash to support it although there was sufficient collateral with Kushnati’s assets.

Well, it was hardly the Dragon’s Den, thought Henry, but, apart from the fact that Kushnati Koresh looked to be pretty much a sleeping partner in the enterprise, there seemed to be no reason why the bank shouldn’t advance the money. “If you can have your husband sign the necessary documents, I am sure that the bank will support this,” Henry said.

Lady Sonia raised an eyebrow at Lauren but she simply said, “Leave the forms with me, I’ll get him to sign them when he’s feeling better. Won’t you darling?” This time at least Kushnati managed a flick of an eyelid, though whether of agreement or not Henry could hardly say.

Henry got up to leave. Lauren rang a bell and a muscular man appeared. He gave Lauren a lascivious leer. “Our overseer will take you back to your car,” Lauren said. The man looked disappointed but turned to Henry to indicate the way he should go.

As Henry began to walk towards the door, the overseer stepped between Lauren and her husband and, ignoring the old man in the wheel chair, gripped Lauren in a tight embrace, locking his mouth onto hers and pawing at her breasts.

Lady Sonia looked on with an air of amused tolerance. “He’s too eager,” she said. “Lauren, you really should tell him to control himself.”

Lauren disentangled herself from the overseer’s grasp and shooed him away. With a disappointed air he gestured for Henry to follow him towards the door. Henry felt grateful to get back to his car.

Chapter 6: Financial Evaluation

In the office, Anch was in shocked disbelief. “You actually met Lady Sonia? The wife of the Kalinin’s eldest son?” Henry had hardly got through the door, Anch hadn’t even removed her manuses but she was anxious to hear the slightest bit of gossip and was bombarding him with questions. “There are really shocking rumours about her now. Some say that she has men that she treats as her doenyes – her servants. That she has made her own properta for them to wear in secret. That she makes them wear manuses for her or even the chanoosh! Can you imagine a man doing such a thing?”

Henry didn’t know what to say. Lady Sonia had just seemed like one of many pushy women entrepreneurs he had come across. He wouldn’t have been surprised by anything that she got up to in the bedroom if she felt it would help whatever scheme she was involved it.

Anch was still chattering on. “Is she as beautiful as she looks in the magazine? What was she wearing? Are her breasts really like they look in the photographs?”

“You shouldn’t worry about your breasts so much,” Henry chided, enjoying the fact that Anch was wearing an exceptionally tight sweater that provided him with all the information he needed to reassure her.

“We shall have to go in the cubicon later,” she flirted, “so you can be sure.”

“Well, Miss Astana” Henry responded playfully. “I am most anxious to be certain. We shall most definitely find some time to review the matter. For now though I would like some coffee.”

Anch nodded her head and got up to go in search of the brass pot and tiny cups. They had only time for a single cup before Kerren Kerrish summoned Henry to his office.

“So, Mr English Banker, your assessment of this project, please. Should we advance money?” Kerren was in expansive mood.

Henry was keen to tread carefully. “Well, Mr Kerrish, the business proposal seems sound and the sums involved are not large. Of course the credentials of Mr Koresh are beyond reproach and in any case there is sufficient security.”

“I am hearing an unspoken ‘But’ in your assessment, I fear.”

“It is only my concern regarding his wife, Mr Kerrish. It seemed to me that this was more her scheme than his, if you understand me.”

“Indeed I do, Indeed I do. Many of those who take westerners as wives or concubines discover that their women find it hard to give up their traditions of independence. Fortunately we need not worry. In Kushtian law no woman can make a contract. So the husband is always responsible for the actions of his wife.”

“But in this case – with Mr Koresh so unwell – I suspect he is much less able than his wife pretends.”

“You are right to be concerned. I think we should proceed as you suggest but we should also protect our interests. I think you should keep a close eye on this business enterprise. It would be most unfortunate if anything were to embarrass a council member or, worse still, the Kalinin.”

“Oh good,” thought Henry. “No pressure.” What he said was, “Absolutely, Mr Kerrish, you can rely on me. I will arrange review meetings with Mr Koresh’s wife, so that she can keep me up to date with progress.”

“Very good. I will inform Mr Koresh that the bank will approve the loan.”

When Henry returned to his office, Anch was waiting for him. “Your ten o’clock appointment is here, Mr Henry,” she said. “Mrs Hallanan wishes to discuss with you a loan application.”

“Anch, I’m puzzled,” Henry replied “I did not think that the bank could lend to a woman. This is not more of the Koresh business is it?”

“No, not at all. The loan is for her husband but she has come here to plead his case.”

Henry was beginning to wonder if any Kushtian man handled his own financial affairs. “Well,” he said, “I suppose that I had better see her.”

Henry’s reluctance was immediately overcome by the appearance of the woman. Although veiled, of course, she was dressed for the rest in the most elegant of western fashions, with a conspicuous display of expensive finery. Henry wondered how much of a loan her husband was looking for. It had to be substantial, otherwise he could just pawn his wife’s designer clothes. ”

The woman spoke out in a stream of a guttural dialect of Kushtian. Henry had to apologise. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t understand. Do you speak English?”

His question brought forth a similarly unintelligible response. Henry called Anch across. “This is no good,” he said, “you’ll have to translate for us.”

Anch looked slightly embarrassed. “She says she has been sent by her husband to do anything that you need in order that the loan is approved.”

“Well,” said Henry, misunderstanding comprehensively, “I’d better look at the file, make sure that all the forms are here and so on.”

Anch blushed. “No, Mr Henry,” she said.” She says she must go to the cubicon with you for discussions. Her husband insists. This is how things are done.”

Henry looked at the dark almond eyes of the woman as she stared intently at him over her veil. He took in the way that her well cut suit fitted what was evidently a trim figure and how the shortness of her skirt showed off the shapeliest of thighs. It would, he decided, be rude to refuse to discuss matters further and gestured to the cubicon. The woman took him by the hand and led him to the curtained couch.

Almost as soon as he had spread himself out on the couch the woman was kneeling beside him, gabbling away. “Anch,” Henry called, “You must come and translate. And bring your pad, there may be things we need to keep a note of.”

Anch looked embarrassed but joined Henry behind the cubicon’s curtain as the woman started to fumble with Henry’s fly zip. She chattered on, apparently unconcerned by the presence of Anch who was translating as best she could to keep up with the woman’s constant stream of talk. “The loan details should be all that the bank requires,” Anch translated, “”There is quite sufficient security to meet the bank’s requirements and there should be every reason to grant the loan. Of course it is recognised that first families get priority in these matters but surely the bank recognises the importance of the stimulus to the economy… “ by this stage the woman had pushed Henry’s trousers and underpants down and had knelt astride him, pushing her skirt, with some difficulty, up over her hips.

Henry, somewhat nonplussed by the turn of events still managed to turn to Anch and ask “What is this about first families?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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