I think my urgency made Max think she'd hurt me. "Are you okay?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.
Pamela and I smiled knowingly. "I'm more than okay, hon," I answered, "I just don't want to cum just yet." Then I realized something. "Hey, why am I the only one who's naked here?" I asked with mock indignation, and then proceeded to tug at the ladies clothing. Giggling, they helped me to undress them, and each other, and soon, with our combined efforts, we had them both down to their sexy lingerie.
Pamela was wearing a black sports bra, with a tiny pair of green silk thong panties, and Max wore skimpy white nylon bikini panties, and a matching bra, which strained with all its might to hold back her bountiful breasts. Slipping my hands under Pamela's sports bra, I took her sensitive, perky nipples and gave them the same loving treatment she'd given mine earlier. She winced at the pain and at the pleasure, and asked me to squeeze harder; which I did. I squeezed and twisted her pointy nipples until she was gritting her teeth, and standing on tiptoes. Stepping up behind Pamela, Maxine kissed the back of her neck, and ran her hands through Pamela's long straight blonde hair. I looked into her emerald eyes, and could see the desire building up behind them, before she closed them, as Max bit down gently on her shoulder. Replacing my hands under Pamela's bra, Maxine started fondling her pert nipples, while I wrapped my arms around Pamela, feeling Max's soft hot flesh with my hands. We sandwiched Pamela between us, and made her moan and writhe ecstatically, as we explored her lovely body with lips, tongue and teeth. Pulling off her black sports bra, I tongued her champagne-glass tits, while Max knelt behind her, peeling down her panties, and kissing her beautiful round ass. Hissing and moaning excitedly, Pamela accepted our oral attentions, and grabbed a handful of Max's wild red hair, and Max kissed her hips, making her way around to Pamela's eager waiting pussy.
Easing Pamela onto the her back on the picnic blanket, I watched as Maxine kissed her silken thighs, getting closer and closer to the honey between them, and I took my cock in my hand, and stroked lazily; enjoying the show immensely. Maxine really knew how to eat pussy, and soon Pamela was announcing her climax with lusty moans. Kneeling behind Max, I rubbed my cock over her buttocks and watched over her shoulder, as she licked Pamela to a second screaming orgasm.
Cupping her massive tits in my hands, I sat back, pulling Maxine onto my lap, and slipped my cock into her slick love-tunnel, while Pamela, barely recovered from her very potent orgasms, began licking Max's excited clit, and playing with my big hairy balls. I fucked Maxine slowly but surely, kissing her neck, and her back, and occasionally taking a love-bit here and there, while Pamela sucked and slurped on her hard little clitty, and together we managed to bring her off to a shuddering climax. Maxine bounced up and down fast and hard on my cock, impaling herself again and again, grabbed Pamela's head, pressing her pussy against Pamela's mouth, and with a squeal of delight she came in waves, washing my cock and balls, and Pamela's face with her hot pussy-juice. And her pleasure inspired me! Mere seconds after Max's crashing orgasm, my balls tightened up in my scrotum, and before I could stop it, my creamy cum was making its way up my cockshaft, and into her moistened cunt. I could feel my semen dripping out of her pussy, over my balls, and Pamela was good enough to lick us both clean with her soft loving tongue.
Getting out from under Maxine, I watched as Pamela continued to lick her lovely pussy. I'd had my orgasm before I really wanted to, but it didn't mean I was down for the count. Taking position next to Pamela, I aided her in tonguing Max's sweet cunt. We took turns licking her clit, and tongue-fucking her snatch, while I ran my hands up and down Pamela's back and ass, and in due course, Max moaned wantonly, and whispered hotly, "Oh, I'm cummmmmmmmming!" And she was as good as her word, and Pamela and I lapped up her sweet love-juices.
I reached between Pamela's thighs, and finding her pussy to be wet, and throbbing, I decided that Pamela's cunt had been ignored for much too long. Lying on my back, I moved my body between Pamela's open legs, and pressed my lips to her honey-pot, then started licking and sucking like my life depended on it, while Pamela kept on eating Max. Their voices mingled into one long loud moan, and soon Pamela was coating my tongue with her cum. She screamed and Max yelled, and they both shook violently, and I rode through Pamela's climax with my tongue in her snatch, and kept on licking. I was somewhat startled when I felt Maxine's lips wrapping around my limp cock, and she started sucking me into her mouth. It didn't stay limp for very long let me tell you! Max had an expert technique, and a very talented tongue, and before I could say "Aaaah!" my cock grew fully rigid once again. It wasn't easy to concentrate on pleasing Pamela with Max doing her damnedest to distract me, but I managed to coax one more orgasm from my lovely Pamela, which made her scream so loudly, that she frightened off a flock of birds that had been resting in a nearby oak.
"I want to watch you fuck Pamela, Wolf," said Maxine when she had taken my cock out of her mouth, and Pamela had climbed off of my face.
Pamela had no objections, and neither did I, so I climbed on top of her in the good old-fashioned Missionary position. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she drew me deep inside her, as I slipped my hard cock into her dripping wet cunt. Slowly, I fucked her, savoring the sensations that her throbbing pussy sent through my cock, and she did what she always does when she wants me to fuck her harder. Slapping my ass hard, but playfully, Pamela began begging me, "Fuck me harder, Wolf! Slam that cock into my cunt! Oh, God Damn! Fuck me!" And who am I to argue? Grunting like the wild hairy beast that I am, I pushed my cock into her cunt hard and fast, fucking her with all of my power, while Maxine slipped a finger between my buttocks.
Mmmmmmmm, yes.
I thought she was going to stick a finger into my asshole, and I would not have objected by any means; I love that! But that wasn't what she had in store. Gently massaging the sensitive area between my anus and my scrotum, Maxine added to my already great pleasure ten-fold, and she pushed me over the brink! Just as Pamela was tensing up for a powerful orgasm of her own, I came hard, shooting what must have been a gallon of my sticky white goo into her overheated snatch. Pamela screamed again, I groaned, we both came vigorously, and Maxine earned that smug satisfied smile that she had on her face when the two of us came back down to Terra-firma! "Wow!" I exclaimed, when I had the breath to do so, "That felt amazing!"
She just smiled a sultry smile and kissed us both passionately on the lips.
We took our time getting dressed, and walked back to the car on shaky legs, and then went back to the cabin, where Pamela and Max had coffee, and I guzzled down a couple of frosty RootBeers (the drink of choice for men who've just had the fuck of their lives). Unfortunately, Max's work schedule, and our vacation schedule didn't allow us to get together again that weekend, for more than a final dinner together at a local restaurant, but it was a nice time, to say the very least. And Max is coming up to visit us just as soon as she can get the vacation time.
"How was your weekend in the Poconos?" my brother asked me as he took Pamela's and my luggage into the guest-room, and his wife and kids greeted us enthusiastically.
"Not bad at all," I understated.
The End.
Kathryn's Day Off
I'd like to tell you a tale of what happened one day on my day off. You see, I run a dungeon in Seattle in a beautiful Victorian house. I chose such a house because it looks like any other house from the era but if you knew what was in said house, it looked daunting enough on the outside to make your heart skip a beat as you walked up the stone path to the front door. I like to make first impressions last even before I meet anybody.
I am a prominent member of Seattle society so when I chose this as my side profession, something I had wanted ever since I was a little girl, I made sure to cover all my bases lest my "real" job got destroyed and my good, wholesome name in the community get tarnished. I went under the name Kathryn and, to my employees and clients, I never showed my face. I decided to wear masks in my profession because I felt that, besides eliciting a sort of
power and keeping my identity a secret, they also made me feel like I could be the Mistress that I always wanted to be. If anybody decided to judge me, it really wasn't me they were judging. Besides, with my reputation now, I don't think anyone would find it wise to cross me in any way. I can definitely be brutal...and I like it that way.
I have five girls working for me and I treat them all as if they were my daughters. I don't have children so it's nice for me to pass on some maternal wisdom and nurturing to my girls. They all call me Mother because that's what I've been to all of them since they started. Some of them were working as strippers with no self-esteem and practically suicidal, some were lost and just wanted to feel free. Whatever led them to me was a blessing and I don't question the reasons.
There was one girl in particular that worked for me. Her name was Elise and she was stunning. Broken...but definitely stunning. She was a statuesque blonde...about five foot nine and about one hundred twenty pounds. She could make anyone drop to their knees at the sight of her but she was terribly submissive. I hired her immediately knowing first that she would bring in great business but also because she was a bombshell and someone I was very attracted to. They say to never let business and personal affairs mesh, but I'm not just anyone. One slow, foggy September day, I decided to approach Elise and see what would happen.
The rain was falling hard in the early morning and the smell of Autumn was prominent in the air. I had just woken up around noon and decided that today was the day that I would see Elise. We had an established trust and I wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't want to do, but no one could blame me for trying. In this business, it really doesn't matter if you fuck your employer. Besides, if what I was about to do made her want to leave, the door, as I have told all of them, is always open. I showered and dressed in some of my finest attire which, today, was a black suit that I had bought just for such an occasion. I put on some nice heels and my leather kid gloves and now it was time to choose a mask. I wanted something that would be calming but also show that I mean business. I chose a black mask with silver flourishes on it. It said to me, "I can be gentle, but don't upset me or else you'll regret it." I put the mask on and could already feel myself transform into Kathryn...this persona I have created. It was a lovely feeling to be sure. I curled my hair and kept it down to my shoulders. It was time to see Elise.
I always encourage my girls to be educated. A lot of them have their GEDs and are now at community colleges. When I found Elise, she was studying on her bed for her English class. She must have been studying hard because the sound of her door opening did not rouse her from her studies.
"Good afternoon, Elise." I said, trying to sound normal even though my heart was pounding out of my chest.
"Oh!" she said with surprise. "Good afternoon, Mother! You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to. I was just seeing how you were keeping busy. Studying, I see?"
"Yes, Mother. It's for my English class. I have to write a speech. I'm kinda nervous."
"Oh, don't be nervous," I said. "Speeches are a piece of cake!" I walked toward the bed and sat down next to her. Elise was always naked when she was by herself so I started rubbing her beautiful back. Her skin is irresistibly milky...I just couldn't help myself. "How do you think I became who I am?"
" What do you mean, Mother?"
"Confidence, dear. You have to have confidence in yourself. Once you can win over that crowd, you're set. Feel free to practice your speeches on me. I'll tell you if they need improvement before your class, okay?"
"Thank you, Mother!" she said with a sigh. "I feel a lot better now. Thank you."
It was time now.
"No problem, sweetie. That's what I'm here for. However, maybe you would like to take time away from your studies and have a little fun with me."
She looked at me perplexed. I felt scared, suddenly, that I had made a wrong move. "What do you mean?" she said.
"Well," I said, "today is a slow day. It's raining, cold...we only have two clients for the day and Beth and Marisa are taking those two so I was thinking that you could be my little pet for the day. It would certainly get your mind off of speeches."
Elise is a shy girl so she giggled a little and said, "Mother, I don't know...I..."
I cut her off. "Listen, Elise. There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll be my pet for one day, even less than that. From now until sundown. You'll be very well taken care of, I assure you. So what do you say?"
"Mother, I don't know," she said, hesitating. "I'm scared."
"Don't be scared," I said. "Why would I not take care of you? You're my girl. I love you just like I love the others. Come on. Let's go to the dungeon." I held out my hand. She reluctantly put hers in mine. My little game was about to begin.
Most people who say they run dungeons merely mean they have a house of ill repute for the BDSM connoisseur. I, on the other hand, actually have a dungeon within my house of ill repute. It's a lovely space and I mostly designed it myself with the help of a close friend whom I trust. We had special beams installed for suspension, there were hooks, rings, and anchor points galore embedded in the stone walls and even the floor. I had dressers and closets and hangers full of all the toys and gadgets you could possibly imagine. I had already sort of set up for Elise so when I took her down there, everything was already prepared.
Elise followed me down the stairs...down, down, down into my own created Hell. It was beautiful down there. Everything was gray stone, there were broken chandeliers that I had purposely not fixed to add to the creepiness. People pay a lot of money to use/get used in the dungeon so I make sure people get what they're paying for. I had barely opened the door and I could hear Elise breathing heavier behind me. I turned around and she was crying.
"Elise, what is the matter with you?" I was getting frustrated. "I told you everything is going to be okay. If you really don't want to do this, I can't force you to do anything but what I can do is make your life a living hell. This is something I really want from you."
"I'm okay, Mother. Honest. I'm just scared of this room. I've never been in it before and I never wanted to be. I've been avoiding it the entire time I've been working for you. I even pay the other girls to clean it when it's my turn! But I am your pet today...and pets don't have a say where their Masters lead them, do they?"
I chuckled a little. That was exactly why I loved Elise. She was such a timid little mouse but she could sure man up when she needed to. "That's my girl. ...and you were right to avoid this room. It IS as scary as you imagine it to be and I make sure it stays that way. Come in."
I have my dungeon set up in areas. I have a large bed for...well...whatever you want to use the bed for and to the side of the bed, I have a dressing screen in front of a closet full of costumes. Not like Batman or Superman costumes...more like harnesses, latex catsuits, corsets, gloves...stuff that would make people feel more dominant. A session, after all, is very much like acting and what actor doesn't wear a costume? On the other side of the room are all my dressers and hooks and hangers with all of my toys. Drawers filled to the brim with restraints, clamps, locks, whips, floggers...anything a person could ever need and then some. Across from the dressing screen I have a Victorian-style bench. It was the most perfect bench I had ever seen. It was upholstered in burgundy velvet and the wood was mahogany. I led Elise over to this bench and sat her down for a little pep talk. If she was already nervous, it was just going to get worse so I might as well make it so there aren't any surprises.
"Okay," I sighed, "How are we doing? How are you feeling? Tell me everything. What do you see?"
"I see what's kept you busy down here!" She laughed. She couldn't tell, but I was grinning from ear to ear. "To be honest, I'm nervous but I'm excited. I see a lot of things that I don't know what they are for. I see a lot of things I never want to experience...but I see a lot of opportunity. Maybe you can help me get more acclimated to this space and the things that go on in here."
"My pleasure
, dear. Stay here." I went over to the dresser to grab a set of restraints and a collar. When I had found some nice comfortable restraints and a few other things, I went back to Elise and put them on her. I thought I would leave the rope alone for now.
I put one finger in the O-ring attached to her collar and yanked her off the bench. She nearly fell down but I held her up. I walked her over to the middle of the room where two chains were hanging down from the ceiling. I took two hooks out of my pocket and secured her wrists to the chains.
"Spread your legs, Elise."
She spread them out far enough and I took two more hooks from my pocket and secured her ankles to some rings in the floor. I stepped back to look her over. She was stunning. She was uncomfortable but certainly nothing she couldn't handle. I took off my gloves and walked closer to her. I started gently stroking her bare, exposed pussy. She sharply inhaled. I didn't say a word. I was just looking at her right in the eyes as I played with her clit. She was very wet already and starting to moan. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
"Look at me, Elise."
Her blue eyes met mine and I smiled. I let my fingers slide up inside her and I started to fuck her. I could tell she just wanted to fade away into her own little world the way she was moaning and shaking but I wanted her to look at me while I did this to her. That goes along with the power I get so hungry for.
"Tell me when you're ready."
The thought of coming made her moan even louder and I couldn't help but laugh. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I've always wanted to do this to Elise and I was in awe that it was actually happening. I started fucking her a little harder with my fingers to make her come faster.
"I....I'm...." she panted.
I immediately stopped and pulled my hand away. I went over and got a towel from the dresser to wipe my hand with and also got a vibrator. I came back to Elise and she was all red in the face.
I said, "Elise, I'm gonna deny you your orgasms until I'm ready to see you have one. Have you ever had this happen to you?"
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