Jessica was about to Orgasm.


She could feel his heat growing inside of her body.  Stretching her open from the inside out even as her mouth opened wide to meet his tongue in space.  She wanted him to cum now!  Jessica could feel him swelling wider inside of her body.  Pushing her even further.  Even as she didn’t believe her body could afford to take any more of an invasion.


She had almost forgotten his wife was in the room until she felt the warm length of her tongue.  Slick against her anus.  And considering their symbiotic relationship?  That was a testament to her newfound lover, Jerrod.  Wanting to focus only on the smooth rhythmic motion of the man between her thighs from the moment he invaded her slit.  Jessica was beginning to quiver deep inside of herself immediately, and perhaps it was because he was the most famous person she had ever fucked.  As far as she knew.  Not knowing where the sensations were emanating from made her feel as if Jessica’s whole body was on fire!  And her constant wetness was an attempt to put it out!


She had spent many years in Europe planning her return and next move.  Transforming the Family’s fortune into terms, she could easily manage from afar.  While spending nights trying to find herself and feel something she never had since that night.  Alive.  Jessica decided to return once she surmised there was only one way to face your demons.  Head on. 


As Jerrod loosed her from her perch on top of him.  Jessica.  Her ample bottom and bosom seemingly slid off of him onto the floor. His wife, lover, and confidant Jane replaced him at her pulsing nexus.  Armed with a warm cloth used to wipe away the younger woman’s shameless display of lust.  While occasionally running her adept tongue between the folds.  Licking and twisting the appendage to seemingly Jessica’s advantage.  Women were never her thing.  But she could get used to this!  As Jane’s crafty tongue eased the joyful but slightly painful sensation of her husband thrusting inside of her.  His big cock still resonated against the new sensation Jane now provided.  As Jerrod sat back in his chair now solo. 


“We are so happy you accepted our invitation.  Do you still feel up to some role play?”


Jerrod spoke as Jane’s hands began to explore Jessica’s body further.  Like her husband.  She really appreciated the female form and enjoyed mapping women’s reactions to her touch.  Almost as much as she enjoyed watching Jerrod fuck them senseless.  Knowing how he made her feel every time they were together as husband and wife.  Only a woman who was with him too could understand and appreciate the real power of Jane.  Especially after she had her way with her.


“Would you mind if we tied you up now like we discussed?”


Jessica had picked up some habits and desires that the brilliant young woman hadn’t figured out how to control yet.  All based upon the excitement she felt when completely out of control.  And the danger of Bondage suited her new nature perfectly.  Unable to make any decision about how her own body could or would be used and sometimes?  Even by who.  A suitable penance for what she had done to Ron.


There was also an affinity for much older men with Big cocks.   Most of whom were very married men she found somewhat reprehensible.   Nasty old fuckers who had no right touching a woman of her quality without paying the enormous sums they eventually would for her time.  Jessica’s habits had become obsessions, and the only way she could break the chain was to finally face her demons. 


“Please do.” She replied.


Jane used the woman’s verbal cue to slap her Jessica’s pussy with her open hand roughly.  Eliciting a shriek from the unexpected blow.  And releasing a calming thought into her head.  She wasn’t afraid of pain.  On the contrary, she welcomed it.  Jessica’s fear was of her weakness of sin.  Feeling that she may still owe a debt to Jane for removing her Father from her life years ago.  And wondering if under the stress of the pleasures or torture she would feel compelled to admit it.   And be in no position to defend herself. 


“You liked that a little too much.  I think we have a winner hun.”


Jane began roughly exploring Jessica’s insides as she spoke to her husband and noted his cock’s appreciation of her work.  It stood tall and mighty like a Mandingo Warrior’s staff.  Ready to fill her when she asked. 


Jane began to attach the spreader bar to the ankle cuffs already fastened around each of Jessica’s legs.  And Jessica started regress immediately into her submissive self.  Where she was both most comfortable and deadly.  Feeling the areolas on her chest pucker up as Jane began to pinch them hard between her fingers and kissing her in the same manner simultaneously.  As she began to fall back onto the floor unable to both keep her balance as well as protect the sensitive nubs.  That was the moment she knew the night’s games had begun.  And decided to use her elbows instead to allow her new Mistress access to her swollen breasts. 


“And she is a quick learner.”  Jerrod chimed in. 


Jerrod then stood and walked to the table behind her.  Opening a draw, she was unable to see in her current state.  Jerrod began to kneel on the floor opposite Jane.  Balls and dick sitting directly in front of her forehead.  Just beyond the reach of her wanting tongue. 


“Eat her pussy again lover.”


Jerrod reached out and dragged the bar with one hand.  Curling the woman up in a semi-ball and lifting her up into the air slightly.  Allowing his wife to dig into the young snack with no limitations!  Jessica’s hands reached out and around Jerrod’s thighs and clutched his ass forward.  Allowing her mouth and tongue access to at least one side of his stick.  Which she flicked her tongue at wildly.  It was a position she couldn’t remember ever being in before and combined with the expert licking she was receiving from Jane?   Jessica felt another Orgasm welling up inside of her body.  This one more powerful than the last!  Jessica felt herself dripping down.  Outside of the folds of her beautiful and recently underused pink pussy.  Between the folds of her ass and spread around liberally by Jane’s tongue occasionally.  Until it felt so good?  Jessica thought that she would erupt all over her face like she had on Jane’s  Father’s long ago.    The thought alone fueling her wanton feelings.


“Fuck her babe.”


Jessica felt the plug being pushed into her tiny ass as Jerrod pulled the Bar closer to him.  Exposing it a bit more.  She hadn’t seen him pass his wife the tool and screamed in pain as she began to work the tool around inside of her.  Jessica’s Orgasm had been thwarted by the thickness of the toy stretching her ass.  But she wasn’t complaining about how she felt at all! 


“I think she likes it.”


Jane began to nibble at her clit whenever she parked the plug inside of Jessica in a way no man ever had tortured her before with his mouth.  Knowing exactly how to play with her hardened, exposed puffy piece.  Alternately licking and biting the pleasure point into a state of euphoria and to the precipice of her pain’s limits.  She felt relieved when the couple flipped her over onto her knees and began to take turns spanking her.  After finally cuffing Jessica’s hands together, behind her. 


This went on for almost an hour until Jessica could feel her ass relax around the plug and a different sensation began to build inside of her.  One that Jane knew all too well.  After being teased and pleasured.  Tortured and taken to the edge.  Nothing short of a good, vigorous fucking by Jerrod’s ten inches would sate her!  She was well past the point of taboo or concern and only wanted one thing.  And when the plug was released from her as, she just knew it would be next!  As long as she begged for it. 


“Can I have some more cock, sir.”


Words that usually got Jessica exactly what she wanted fell on deaf ears.  Until Jane answered. 


“You mean my cock?”


Jessica was so used to dominate men having their way with her.  It never occurred she would have to defer to a woman to sate her appetite.  But in her horny state?  Jessica didn’t hesitate to mirror the request to Jane.


“Mistress Jane.  Can I have some more cock please.”


Jane looked at the woman angrily now.  Her bare pussy pulsing inside of her firm body as she considered the request. 


“You haven’t even tasted my pussy yet.”


Pulling a chair from the corner of the room.  Jane sat down on the edge of it as she grabbed the slightly younger woman’s hair and pulled her face into her snatch. 


“You think I am going to let a bitch like you come in my house and take what’s mine?  And not be properly compensated for it?” 


Jane spread her legs wider as she pulled Jessica in closer.  Jumping as the desperate young woman darted her tongue into Jane as deeply and quickly as possible. 


“Just like a fucking Freshman.” 


Jerrod sat in a chair on the other end of them both.  And as Jessica’s round ass circled and full tits hung down?  He was playing with both as well as occasionally usingJessica’s own juices to keep her asshole moist and ready for his fingers to invade.  Mixed in with the occasional hard smack.  Jessica was beginning to enter into her own happy place.  Where pain and pleasure become one without any risk of thought interfering!  Her penance would be over soon.  And she could leave this all behind her?


“Fuck this murderous bitch like the dog she is baby.”


Jessica hadn’t heard every word clearly that night.  Especially with her ears pinned between or underneath one or the other of her host’s thighs!  But she knew that perhaps she was in real danger as she felt the knob of Jerrod’s bulging dick touch her anus and push right through any resistance.  Even as she screamed for him to stop. 


Jane had wrapped Jessica’s hair in her fist and lifted her head until the two women were face to face. 


“Did you really think I didn’t know who you are or what you did?”


Jerrod began to push harder and deeper into Jessica.  Causing twenty times the pain as the type she had enjoyed earlier in the evening.  When he was tightly inside of another of her orifices.  When he finally slammed himself as far as he could go Jessica began to drool from her mouth.  The pain was so exquisite! 


“It’s going to be a week before anything enters your pussy again. If even then.” Jane continued.


Slapping the woman across the face paled in comparison to the damage Jerrod was inflicting with each stroke!  Her body felt like it was being split in two!  Even if it did feel delicious to be in such exquisite pain!  As Jessica looked into her tormenters eyes, she could see her Jane’s father embedded in them.  Watching her shamelessly get fucked in the ass like the many times he had watched Jessica’s mother endure the same at the hands of a stranger.  And finally, she understood why.


“How did you know?”


As the words left her lips,  she at the same time realized the answer.  Her mother, Irene.  That weak bitch probably confided her feelings about what really happened to Ron to Jane!  And why wouldn’t she?  This was the most exquisite torture Jessica had ever experienced in her short but satisfying exploration of the BDSM world!  Her slut mother would probably say anything exposed to these two!


“Why did you do what you did?” Jane asked.


Jerrod was beginning to tire of holding back but, he knew he couldn’t let his wife down and cum in her yet.  She needed to be interrogated further.  And his black cock and the texts between them indicating that Jessica was a willing participant meant she couldn’t claim she was forced to do anything.  But once the sex ended?  Whatever else happened between the three of them would probably not be the consensual affairs the two of them customarily engaged in. 


“If you let Jerrod cum in me I will tell you everything.  Please, Mistress!  The pain is too much but, I can’t stop myself from cumming!”


“No.  You are fucking pathetic!  How did my father ever let his guard down with a pain slut like you.”


The feeling of pain had subsided so much Jessica began to push back onto the intruder in an attempt to massage his cum from him less willingly but, to no avail.  All she did accomplish was another Orgasm.  And a laugh from the two of them at her feeble attempt.


“I am my Mother’s daughter,”  Jessica replied. 


The fact Jessica was able to ascertain how she knew what Jane knew only made Jane more determined to coerce a full confession from her.  They both knew it was an admission of guilt and still, both weighed the option of ending this game and charade that consisted of two beautiful, naked white women and one extraordinary BBC was just as important as a dead man neither of the women really liked. 


“I will tell you but, not this way.  It’s too fucked up.”


Jane’s answer was short and to the point. 


“Suck his dick clean after he pulls it out of your dirty asshole.  Or we will have words.”


Jerrod came inside of her with a fury!  His balls.  Having been teased earlier erupted in a first spurt which was steady and thick.  Leaving the damaged orifice to marinate and repair itself immersed in his helpfully warm DNA package. 


Jerrod held off on his second spurt just long enough to shoot most of it into Jessica’s open, waiting mouth with the rest deposited onto her makeup.  And at that moment?  Jessica felt both exhilarated as well as Humiliated.  With streams of his love juice everywhere on her face and streaming down toward her naked tits as Jerrod used the spreader to flick Jane onto her back to admire his handy work before feeding his dick to her orally. 




Licking and tasting herself on him as cum dripped down her otherwise beautiful face was so demeaning and fulfilling simultaneously, she almost came again!  The sensations of relief were flushing over her body as she framed what she was going to tell Jane next carefully in her head to the best of her abilities.  As any girl who experienced such a powerful series of Orgasms knows? Formulating thoughts was nearly an impossible task at the moment.  And only truth was possible.


“I left because Ron tried to take me on my 15th birthday.  He wanted to share me with his friends.  Like my mother”


Reaching her tongue down onto Jerrod’s semi-soaked balls and past them onto her perineum.  Jessica could feel no inhibitions holding her back.  No boundaries or Taboos were too dark to explore.  Her tongue reached his hole and began to lovingly lick him hard again as Jane watched.  Still shocked at what she had said. 


Jerrod sat down and opened his legs wide to allow the young slut’s tongue access to him.   His flaccid cock slowly stiffening on top of her head as his wife watched.  Silent for the first time.  Was it true?  Could it be possible that the man who had given her life and left her so much money she didn’t need her famous husband at all.  Who encouraged and raised her to be tough and strong.   Was a predator?  She had read his journals but thought them to be so much fiction more than fact.  And had come to the position he would never do to her what was in his journal.  Just the depraved musings of a sexual man.  But Jane knew he was capable of what Jessica claimed and much more.  And she knew in her heart if he had planned it?  Ron wouldn’t have stopped until it was finished.  Jane had never considered Jessica had a reason to do what she did.  Survival.

Jane knew the rest.  The way, he treated Irene and disrespected her husband in his own home on many occasions.  The multiple arranged gang bangs and his sadomasochistic tendencies towards Irene as well as other well-heeled women in their community.  They were all consenting adults and willing participants.  She had resolved already in her mind that he was a deviant and to some, a monster.  For as many women and men sought him out?  He had destroyed five times as many by connection.  Looking at Jessica, she realized that her Father had raised her somewhat to be this way.  Like Jane.  And both women just wanted to be free of him forever.


As Jessica completed her thorough cleansing of Jarrod’s hole and began to slide her mouth over his now hardened cock.  Her thoughts of what would happen to her next no longer mattered.  She was free for the first time of the secret.  And if she was never going to leave this room?  Neither would her truth unless Jane decided to carry it with her.  Her childhood had been cut short, and Jessica had lived so much there was nothing she was afraid of in this world or the next.  She only cared for the moment. 


“Mistress Jane I am ready for anything you to exact any punishment you see fit.  Including calling the authorities and admitting what I did.  But I need you to understand what your father made me first.”


Jane walked over to Jessica and pulled her by the hair off of her husband.  The combination of lust and terror inside of Jessica’s eyes made Jane feel powerful.  But the woman’s sickening display of sluttiness somewhat repulsed as much as excited Jane!  She slapped the engorged tits aiming directly for the nipples and watched as Jessica shook and quivered in response.  So she slapped them again.  And again.  And again until the weight of Jessica’s body was being held up strictly by Jane’s own hand and a head of hair.    


“You really don’t care if you live or die do you?  As long as it hurts a little?”  Jane asked.


“No Mistress.  I don’t anymore.”  Jessica sadly replied.


It was the truth.  In all of the ways, Jessica had been molded and sculpted over the years to be something different than what she had circled back to.  A more reserved version of her own Mother.  Despite the men in her Family’s attempts.  First, by her Father.  Then her Grandfather.  She was doomed to never escape from what her mother Irene and Jane’s father, Ron, had made her witness.  It was a reverse Clockwork Orange.  With the images of men with her Mother becoming more appealing to her subconscious mind over time.  She was being primed her to replace her Mother as his plaything.  Or maybe to join her.  Either way?  Jane recognized that her father had painted Jessica into a corner that eventually she wouldn’t escape. 


Eventually, Jessica would have probably ended up being someone’s slut.  Considering her Mother’s hyper-sexual genes the right man would have pulled it out of her like Jerrod had Jane.  But Ron,  Jane’s Father had been psychologically priming her with charms even fully grown women couldn’t resist.  How else could she end up like this?   Tits up in the air and legs spread wide for access.  Wanting to please a stranger as penance is if that was ost of what Jessica had to offer.  It was in Jessica’s panting weakness that Jane felt an emotion she rarely did.  Compassion. 


Jarrod looked directly into his wife’s eyes and knew what she was thinking.  Which only made him love her more.  The anger she had felt was no longer justified.  They both knew what her Father was capable of and surmised that had Jessica not acted?  Eventually, Ron would have controlled and destroyed Jessica’s entire life.  To do Jessica harm out of anger would make her no different than him and that was not what Jane or her marriage was about.  Jane knew to keep Jessica against her will would be an act of contrition that was not justified by the circumstance.  Even if Jessica would enjoy it. 




The word was screamed at the top of Jane’s lungs, and she released the woman from her grip.  Allowing Jessica’s face to hit the carpeted floor with a thud.  As her hands were unable to break her fall due to them being fastened behind her back.  Jarrod stood up and immediately went to hug his now sobbing wife as Jessica felt the flush of pain across the side of her face from the fall.  Jessica’s admission had brought a halt to their session with a reality bomb.  And Jane needed to process her motives for being there. 

“I’m sorry.” 


Jane released her embrace from her husband and leaned in front of her once more.  Looking deep into Jessica’s eyes once more.  What she saw was not an evil, twisted murderer.  But a kindred spirit and fellow survivor.  They were both in many ways, raised by the same man.  And both had somehow, escaped his clutches only to be brought together now.  A part of Ron lived inside of them both, and it was deviant and somewhat sadistic.  But, it wasn’t in control of either of them anymore.  As Jane kissed her newfound sister gently on the lips this time, she knew she had no choice other than to forgive her.  They needed each other now more than ever.      


As the women walked towards the Lounge area off the Dining Room.  Avery noticed how Jane strode so confidently.  The two women.  One more Beautiful than the other were now all grown up.  Owning the room both knew was the sight of their parent’s many sexual trysts a decade ago.  When both women were still children and far different versions of themselves today.


The familiarity the ladies shared with the building, and one another made the moment all the more natural.  Except, it wasn’t.  It was the culmination of a long-ago perceived betrayal by Jane.  Never forgotten by Avery.  


Unlike the impossible promise between them made in a sapphic embrace, Avery had been too ashamed of to ever recall.  The way their warm breasts and hearts were beating in syncopation of an unspoken promise.  A broken one.  Both women had the right to never see one another again and yet, they were here together.


Playing and exploring each other’s bodies.  Exploring one another’s thoughts of reckless abandon, in between passionate kisses.  There was nothing serious about their sex then.  Till their moistest.  Most sensitive and delicate senses ground against one another.  Swirling in a rhythm that bound their flesh together as something more.  During a moment of ultimate weakness.  Jerrod had caused this to happen.


In Avery’s mind?  The first time she allowed Jane to tie her wrists together in submission.  It was compounding a mistake.  Even if it did fulfill another need.  Another thing she wanted to try that fueled her nightly sleeping ritual of masturbation by fantasy.  The black box had been well checked by Jerrod.  The lesbian lusts though?  Those had been filled by Jane. 


Now over a decade later as both women walked towards the back booth?  Their two husbands stood behind in the next room, talking about a game.  Seemingly unaware of the nooks and crannies of privacy the building allowed.  But not concerned with their departure after Avery’s outburst.  When the two women entered the Backroom to sit at the corner table the men assumed it would soon be worked out. 




One nodded to the other.  The button was pushed by Jane and the table and chairs swiveled into the wall like a TV stage prop!  The Other room with one important thing they both needed now.  A well-stocked bar and stools on the left.  And a King size bed to the right.    


“Well, Jane.  Wow!”  Avery stalled and smirked before continuing. “You have done well for yourself!”


Avery spoke first.  Like always.  The older sister with the broken wing.  The outward strength portrayed was a lie and a mask.  Ensnaring weaker men attracted to her natural beauty.  Unaware of the type of attention a woman like Avery required to possess completely as a partner.  That Avery’s couldn’t be identified by the nice guys.  You had to be strong to see her. 


“Not completely.”


Jane responded while her eyes never strayed from her former lovers.  Looking inside them for the gashes and tears Jane knew were there.  If she could heal Avery in one night, she would.  But the wounds weren’t so easy to locate on the stranger that Avery was today.  Even for Jane, who once knew Avery’s Body and Soul so well. 


“I didn’t get anything that I wanted but, I got almost everything.” 


Jane spoke in a measured tone while reaching out to caress the head and face of her first love.  Afterward all Jane could do was react with a facial expression of hurt.  As Avery recoiled from her touch and immediately moved behind the unfamiliar but, fully stocked bar.


“So.  I am supposed to think after all of these years that you never ‘intended’ to not only fuck.  But marry the guy I loved?  And didn’t use me to do it?”  How exactly did that happen anyway, Jane?” 


Avery reached for two glasses in an attempt to hold onto her emotions the best that she could.  Putting the cold ice into both glasses and pouring two fingers of scotch like an experienced bartender.  She was angry.  But composed herself well before continuing to speak.


“You.  You, Jane, were always making plans.  Always fixing broken things.  How exactly did you fix Jerrod to marry you?”

Avery handed the glass of Cognac to Jane after never asking whether or not she wanted it.  She was assertive.  Reliving the moments ago feeling of finally cutting loose!  On her husband.  The weak fucker.  Jerrod for thinking she ever wanted to see him again!  And especially this bitch Jane!  Avery could feel her breasts swelling with excitement with each new defying word!  As she walked and sat on the edge of the Bed across from Jane and noticed her lovely breasts and the shadow of nipple across the front of her dress.  Jane wasn’t so plain anymore!


“Or did you plan to save your heterosexual virginity for Jerrod too?  Since we both know you are the original Butch lesbian.  No matter how much you dress yourself up like a Princess.  What a fucking waste! Just like this fuck room!  Why are we here?  Of all places!  Did you just want me to see that it exists?” 


Jane knew what she meant.  This room.  This building had been owned by her father with the secret purpose that only select members of the community were allowed to know about.  It was a part of a Private membership held only by a few men of the community who knew it existed.  And most of the community’s women.  There was another house which was better known and off the grid a bit.  But this room?  Was legendary.


Jane and Avery’s fathers in their time were two of the men.  With Jane’s father through a series of holdings being the legal owner of this building until his death.  When it reverted to Jane.  Her selfish Dad certainly knew wanted the story to end with him.  But the secrets held within these walls were immense to be destroyed.  Here, they remained captive. 


“I inherited this place.  From my father when he passed.  It wasn’t a choice.  And according to more than a few people, it also wasn’t the original intent.”


“You could have sold it. Why keep it?  You barely live here.”  Avery responded.


“And pass up an opportunity?”


Jane moved closer to Avery but this time, stopped short of offering condolences and picked up the drink she had poured for her.


“I found my Father’s diary in this room.  His book of dirty deeds that were over a decade long and still growing when he died.  It was everything that we believed it was.  And more.”


“Then why keep it?”


“Because its mine.  I own it.  And I don’t give anything away. That is where we are different Avery.”


In turning her back for the first time from the conversation.  Jane gave the woman her first clue that the communication between the two of them would not be one-sided.  Avery could see the muscles clearly developed in Jane’s open-backed dress and the recognition of the years gone by came rushing through.  Jane was a strong woman.  Nothing like the girl who serviced Avery all those years ago she remembered.  Always with a loving touch and kind word to soothe Avery’s, broken heart.  Jane wondered what her touch was like now.  Even as she needed to continue her angry pretense for answers.


“If you would have taken the opportunity to invade your Father’s inner sanctum and discovered what I had?  Written in my Father’s own hand?  You probably would have sold the place.  But then again, your Dad was just an average deviant.”


“Fuck you. Plain Jane.”


The name the girls used to call her in High School rolled out of Avery’s mouth as if she had created it.  But hit the wrong mark.  As Avery would soon find out.  


“I was going to say I’m sorry about how things worked out and explain everything.  But now?”


Jane smacked Avery with an open hand harder than anyone ever had!  In fact?  It was the first time she could remember being smacked anywhere other than on her bare bottom and the force startled her off of one heel.


“You always thought you were better than everyone.  Especially Jerrod.  You think he would ever marry a truly average woman with Tits and no substance?  You never loved him!  You loved getting fucked!”


With that?  Avery lunged at Jane with a fury she never knew she had inside of her!  Swinging and flailing her arms and legs in the direction of the Jiu-jitsu expert in an awkward manner.  Hitting Jane in her arms repeatedly.  Each blow never reaching its destination and just as quickly?  Avery felt her breath being restricted by an arm across her throat.


Jane had maneuvered herself behind Avery and somehow, twisted her in a way that she had lost the free will to replenish her lungs.  Unable to breathe as Jane’s free hand held Avery’s breasts close to her body in her hands.  She felt a slight pinch but was losing consciousness and couldn’t tell if it was her imagination and odd arousal at being overpowered?  Or Jane exerting her free will over Avery who was slowly losing strength.


“You always thought you were big shit.  In control of everyone and everything because of these perfect tits.  Your perfect mouth.  Your perfect ass.  You little spoiled bitch!”  Jane sort of snarled.


“Let me go…”


Avery spoke as she squirmed against Jane’s strength to no avail.  And as the blood began to flow slower and slower into her brain and seemingly faster and harder into her nipples and pussy.  Avery started to panic.  Believing that Jane could have other plans in mind and a simple hand into her rapidly soaking panties would be all that required to melt her resistance.  Avery needed to break free.


“Apologize, bitch.”


Jane loosened her grip enough to allow Avery to catch another deep breath before she answered.


“No.  You used me to get close to my Boyfriend.  What type of friend fucks their friend’s ex?  You should be apologizing to me bitch!”


Jane hadn’t intended for this to happen but, knew that it was a possibility!    Having hoped for a more peaceful resolution to their issues since Jane never forgot her first lover.  And her Husband’s one-time favorite plaything as well had Jane believing the reunion had so many possibilities.  As well as Avery’s pride.  Jane and was prepared for any possibility.  Especially this one.


“I’m sorry you don’t understand what happened.  And.  I wanted to explain it to you.  But I am not sorry. Jerrod is my husband.”


With that, she released the woman onto the Bed.  Otherwise, Avery would have dropped to the floor and perhaps hurt her delicate self.  But Jane didn’t want her that way.  She wanted what she always wanted from her conquests. 


“And yes.  He is the only man I have ever been with or even want to.”


Avery laid on the bed panting, in an attempt to catch her lost breath while Avery walked over to the Bar and fixed two more drinks.  Both women having gulped down their first.  Their Fathers would have been proud. 


“Do you remember when we first found out about this place?”  Jane asked.


Avery put her head down remembering the story.  There was a girl in her class who told her about it.  A senior like Avery who had approached her after gym class.  Confided in her. Her name was Lynn.


Lynn’s father was a gambler but, not a very good one.  Her mother?  Well, she had started out as a good and dutiful wife but came from poor stock, with no family money to speak of.  It wasn’t long before their façade of affluence broke down.  And Dad’s lousy luck was visited upon her Mother who had no intention to go back where she had come from.  At least that was how Avery had described the woman as she began to recall the story Lynn told. 


“My parents took me to Amici’s for my 18th Birthday Friday, and it started out as the best night of my life.  Dad encouraged me to do something he always yelled at me about and dress sexy in high heels and a short dress telling me.  You’re a woman now.  So, I dressed accordingly.  Even though it felt strange to have my Dad ask me to sex it up for a family celebration.”


Avery remembered Lynn’s voice becoming more playful as she spoke what to her were the most horrible portions of the tale.  And how she had moved closer on the bench towards Avery.  Uncomfortably close as her hand rested on Avery’s thigh and the rest of the girl’s had almost left since it was the last class of the day and most girls chose to shower at home.   


“My father said.  I brought you a Mercedes like your friends have.  And you want to go to Dartmouth in the Fall but princess.  I have no money and haven’t had any for a while.  He sipped his Champagne and walked out of the room with tears in his eyes.  And that is when Mom took over.”


Avery was reliving the moment.  As silent on the bed as she was in listening to that day in the quiet locker room listening intently as Lynn continued.  Taking off her shirt so her breasts are swinging in the air explaining she was going to shower and drive home and would be willing to drop off Avery too.  If she needed before continuing. 


“So, Mom says to me.  Your Father is not a man dear.  I am sorry to tell you this but, he is just a failure and a fraud and hasn’t been taking care of you.  He lost everything years ago, and it is only by being cooperative that we have been able to keep anything.”


Lynn continued by asking her Mother what she meant.   


“Well.  I convinced My Parker to not Foreclose on the house.  And have been entertaining our creditors every week.  Privately and publicly.  Doing favors for them and providing services for Real men.  Not like your Father.  He is a cuckold dear.  And it is better you hear and experience this yourself and don’t waste your time with Daddy’s hopes and dreams bullshit.  There are so many rich and generous men here willing to pay for your education.  For a price.”


“A price?”


That was when Lynn said her mother pressed the button under the table, and the booth became the very room the women were talking in now.  Lynn’s hand also began to move up and down Avery’s leg at this point as well.  Coming dangerously close to touching her there.   


“Remembering that story turns you on, Avery?”


Jane’s voice had brought Avery back into the present.  For a moment she was in her gym shorts.  Pussy lips pressed against her firm athletic panties.  Waiting to be removed from their place by Lynn.  Frozen in place thinking about the degradation she had endured in order to secure a four-year scholarship when all she really wanted was to be normal.  Fuck a couple of guys her own age.  Kiss a few girls she found edgy.  And marry a nice, safe College boy.  Lynn’s tongue swirled across her body and into her mind as Avery wondered if she was now so sex craved telling her no and pushing her tongue away from her twat would drive Lynn to desperation.  Better she lifts her ass off the bench and give her a better angle instead. 


Like Lynn believed her mother had.  There was nothing wrong with sex for money.  If the money was significant.  Better a rich whore than a poor one!  But unlike her mother?  Lynn wouldn’t have to apologize or fit in.  Lynn belonged by birth and was still around. 


“What does that matter today Jane?”


“It doesn’t.  I just wanted to see if any part of the slut that I used to know is still there.  That’s all.”


Jane smiled a superior grin knowing the enhancements she had made to the place.  The men who opened this room.  Her father included.  Were a step above savages.  The room was muffled, but back then, they enjoyed the thought of customers being within an earshot of anyone hearing the goings on of the fuck den.  Reveling in one member taking a husband for drinks as another debased his wife on the other side of the wall.  Utilizing blackmail.  Exerting financial dominance and essentially preying on the women in the area.  The men used the club to humiliate other men without them ever knowing. 


Jane had eliminated that aspect by changing the acoustics, so the room was now sound proof.  Nothing in?  And nothing out.  No one could hear if Avery protested and the only person who could?  Didn’t care.  Jane’s breasts began to harden in anticipation of living out a long-desired fantasy with Avery.  Willing or not.  


“Avery truth is, I miss you.”


Jane began to take her shoes off as she spoke.  Sitting directly in front of Avery on the edge of the Bed.  Watching her every move.  Jane started by rolling down her stockings.  Leaving only the slightest of fabrics between her and the chair and dress beneath her bottom.  Before she started unbuttoning that and letting it slide down her shoulders.  Standing to her feet to step through the top of the dress.  Jane stood before Avery in the slimmest of panties and bra set which looked more like a bustier than a brassiere.  Her rock-hard body proof that Jane was now, fully grown.


“You were always the best big sister.”


Jane began to slide next to Avery on the bed in an extremely aggressive manner.  Her confidence having frozen Avery in place.  Avery didn’t know what she wanted, but she knew it wasn’t to leave!  Her wrists began to ache almost instinctively.  Feeling the invisible rope bindings.  Or cuffs.  But it was what she wanted and not what was happening.  As Jane reached out for them.  Touching fingers on both of Avery’s hands with her own before sliding them down to clamp down on her wrists?  Avery knew whatever happened next that she wanted it to.


“Give me a kiss lover and let’s make up.”


With that Jane pressed her face against Avery who attempted to feign moving her face away before swinging it back to accept the intruding tongue of Jane!  Pushing through her exceptions and taking away her ability to resist the chance to do two things she always wanted to do.  As Jane mounted her and began to rip Avery’s dress off of her body?  Avery was lost. 


Jane was again the dominant one.  She leaned over and watched as her left breast fell directly onto Avery’s mouth.  The same way Lynn’s mother’s had onto Lynn’s as the men.  Jane and Avery’s fathers.  Watched the mother restrain her own daughter.  Lynn had said she wanted not to think about the way her mother’s nipple had tasted inside of her mouth and specifically, on her tongue.  But it was only in her mouth long enough for the cuffs to be attached to her wrists! 


The men were taping the whole thing too.  Instructing Lynn’s mother to let her know if she accepted or wanted the scholarship?  She would have to be “enthusiastic.”  The tape would be proof for all time of Lynn’s willingness to use her tongue to please her own mother as she rode her face as if she had done this before.  So, when Jane slid up and placed her own slit over Avery’s wanting mouth?  She knew exactly what to do.  


“Ummm.  Have you been eating pussy at school?”


Avery began to swirl her tongue around and inside of Jane with an intimate knowledge Jane has missed so much!  This was even better than 18-year-old Jane telling the story of Lynn practically attacking her in the locker room that day while admitting that she had been fucked by her Father and a few older men that night.  All under the direction of Lynn’s own Mother!


Now Avery remembered being angry, at first.  Wondering why another girl would tell such a story!  Thinking this was going to get out and Avery would have nothing left.  Only to instead be treated to the most thorough tongue lashing of her life by a thankful classmate.  One who thoroughly enjoyed the harsh treatment she had received at the hands of Ron and the other sexual deviants of the community that night!  Her tongue was showing Avery how grateful she was for her Father!  And that quickly?  Lynn had been forever changed.


“Do you remember what you told me about her?  About Lynn?”


Jane was now slowly rotating her pussy over Avery’s tongue inside of her wet slit.  Arching her lips to give Avery the chance to speak and participate.  Up until that moment, Jane knew that Avery had no choice.  Curiosity and lack of proper attention as well as the memories of how good sex could be meant she was destined to be cuffed to this bed, given a chance.  But only her words could make it ok. 


“That I loved the way Lynn ate me out?”


Jane was satisfied Avery was still in there as she resumed her 360-degree rotations over Avery’s stiff and steady tongue.  As she leaned forward to place her ass directly onto her tongue?  Avery began to furiously lick and buck beneath her weight. 


“You know you shouldn’t be cumming this way, Avery.”


Jane placed her lightning box back over her mouth as Avery slurped at it furiously.  Attempting to catch her breath and Jane’s sweet honey simultaneously through her mouth.  Since her nose was pressed hard against her muff making breathing in anything beyond Jane’s scent an impossible task!


“And that is not what I was talking about.”


Jane swung around on the bound woman and reached between her legs.  Running her hands up and down Avery’s well-manicured bush.  Teasing her wetness into believing it could have what it wanted.  A tongue or finger.  Some type of constant contact to clear the mess her between her thighs that was quickly building again! 


“That I envied her.”


Jane pushed 3 fingers into Avery’s hole as she told her.


“See.  No one knows you like me.”


Avery was going to get what she wanted but first?  Jane wanted her to herself.  That was the deal.  As she began to lick and suck Avery’s pussy and clit Jane offered Avery what she really wanted. 


“Rim my ass then slut.”


The two women remained that way in one form or another for the next 30 minutes.  Avery cumming harder than she had in years.  Knowing she could finally be her true self!  Cuffed and controlled.  Without any responsibility or ability to stop anything that would or could happen!  She pulled at the restraints with each new orgasm as it built up inside of her before being set free.  And reveled in the comfort so much, she forgot about the time and the fact she hadn’t come alone!  The sound of the booth turning let her know that someone else had entered the room but, she couldn’t see who from the sides of Jane’s round behind.   She began to struggle a bit more against her bonds when Jane sat straight up, on top of her again.  Covering her eyes now. 


A pair of familiar hands grabbed each leg until both were like her hands, both bound apart.  This time in sleeves above her ankles.  


“Don’t worry babe.  I am going to stay right here.”


Jane’s voice reassured Avery that no matter what?  Avery was going nowhere.  She was dominant and more than capable of controlling Avery in ways only she had.  But the pressure she felt between her thighs was another reminder of the past. 


The bulb was round and hard, and Avery could feel her gap widening with its push forward.  As the knob slipped inside of her body.  Avery knew it was Rod.  And a tear began to form inside of her eyes.  She didn’t know whether it was because of the reunion of their two bodies?  The Lover Jane, sitting directly over her.  Leaning into what she could now see was Jerrod’s ebony, full-grown chest to kiss those soft lips as he began a rhythm inside of Avery?  Sadness?  Or the pure joy of knowing she was going to cum again.  This time harder and all over her long-lost Rod!  Avery knew all along something like this was what she wanted to happen.  But she never believed for a second that it would!   


“We wanted to say we were sorry together,”  Jerrod spoke.


The three of them.  Together again and for the first time moved in unison.  Jerrod tunneling his way through Avery’s nerve endings with his massive cock.  Her screams muffled by Jane’s slippery nest over her mouth.  And Jane’s mouth locked on the lips of her husband as her banged his ex-girlfriend beneath them both!  It has worked like a charm as Fred was in another room being distracted by the waitress.  Her instructions to keep him tied up until they all get there.  Together.


Beneath the Pope’s Avery bucked and crowed until all she could do was lay there as Jane took her cuffs off her wrists and then, her legs.  Jerrod climbed up between them.  Stopping to kiss her lips.  Tasting the familiar scent of his spouse upon them. 


“I missed you, Avery.”


Her hips shook as Avery’s leg lifted onto the bed.  Encircling his cock between her hips.  Rising and falling with each deliberate stroke of her honey hole!  Her head shook each time Rod would hit bottom and push a bit further.  Through the rebuilt nerves once originally assaulted over a decade ago.  Avery began to Orgasm over and over again as Jerrod began to cum inside of her!  Feeling the pressure of his spurts mixed with her own she suddenly pushed up and him off of her while saying.


“My mouth.  Please put it in my mouth.”


As Jane replaced Jerrod’s stick with her tongue in Avery’s subservient mouth.  She continued licking and sucking the woman to an extended Orgasm.   Jerrod gave Avery his choco stick.  Placing the nearly spent monster onto her wanting tongue.   Just like old times.  As Avery thought about Lynn.  The young girl who was always a bit adventurous eating her pussy in the shower.  If anyone had seen them they certainly hadn’t stopped to intervene!    It was as out of control as an 18-year-old as Avery ever felt.  Even with all of the times Jerrod and Jane had tied her up or masked her eyes from what was coming next.  As she began to Orgasm once again under the influence of the Pope’s Avery understood why Jane hadn’t sold the place before falling asleep.





Fred walked into his Downtown Office.  Sitting down in his King’s Chair waiting for the Markets to open.  It was only six thirty in the morning, and he wasn’t alone.  His Executive Assistant was there with him posted up at the receptionist desk.  Waiting for him with a smile on her face, as requested.  A smile that was returned daily by a lecherous sneer from him. 


She had been in her new position for about three months already.  Top twenty percent of her class at Wharton.  A certified genius hassled only by a mountain of debt due in no small part to a shopping addiction that offset her intelligence equally.  The six-figure salary wasn’t enough to afford the luxury amenities of her colleagues anyway so being at the office 12 hours a day worked perfectly for now.  Even the menial task of making sure his coffee was perfect wasn’t as much of an insult to a woman of her stature.  He was, after all, the biggest boss and landing that job was a coup.


Fred had been impressed with her resume and work experience.  Legal Degree and more recently M.A. from Wharton.  Fred was even more impressed with Gina herself.  Five foot 6 inches with a twenty-three-inch waist.  What were at least full C cup breasts in a dress just long enough and tight enough to fit her voluptuous, brown body!  She had worn Louboutin’s that were possibly a bit too inappropriate for the culture at the convention when they first met.  Where he was the keynote speaker.  And by the way, she carried herself, he knew she had walked in the Front Door and not a side entrance.  He confidence told everyone that Gina belonged.


Gauging her reaction against Men he knew would have a problem with her very presence even before hearing her speak.  Assessing how she handled them from across the room and reading her body language.  Fred was getting excited to meet her.  The Conservative businessman that he was didn’t show a tell above his belt buckle in the crowded room.  And by the time she had worked around to him?  The erection subsided thanks to innocuous small talk and thoughts of how his wife ignored him the morning before Fred caught his flight.  As usual.  He was almost angry as he turned to respond to her tap on his shoulder.  Anger that dissipated within a glance.


Fred had listened to her pitch to work for him while reading the accomplishments on her Resume.  She was smart.  Charming.  Articulate.  And at the same time to him?  Something else.  Shuffling his feet in a circular motion as Gina spoke Fred had subtly dispersed those standing immediately to his left.  And Gina’s insistence on maintaining Fred’s attention?  Dispatched those on his immediate right.  Until they were alone in a filled room.  Her, facing the others in the room.  And him?  Facing only her.   Though he had barely said a word.


“Look at me.  Eye to eye.”


Grasping her left forearm above the wrist.  Fred leaned into the shorter woman and unlike most men? Never diverted his eyes from hers.  Maybe it was her mouth that he glanced at. Perhaps the totality of her face.  But he wasn’t being moved or controlled by sex she thought.  Or at least showing it. 


“What do you want to do with your life?”


Fred had learned this technique from his Father.  Establish dominance immediately.  Control your surroundings.  Press and apply the pressure.  Ask for the impossible question and wait for the impossible answer.


“The same thing you want to do with yours.”


Fred looked for weakness or emotion in her response at the time.  But her facial expressions wouldn’t betray her.  If Fred saw anything?  It was deep inside of her eyes, and it was empty space.  Inviting twins of his own but, less barren.  Was it passion?  His slacks which began to grow the moment he grasped her arm.  Electric to the touch of her.  His first thought was correct.  He had to possess her.


“How many Resumes did you hand out today?”  Fred asked.


“Five, so far.” 


“Let me hold your folder for you a minute.”


Taking her folder into his hand.  Fred released her arm from his grasp.


“You’re hired. As long as you go collect those Resumes and bring them back to me within five minutes.” 




The surprised look on her face was exactly what Fred wanted to see.  He sensed a tinge of joy in her voice and thought again about his request.  Knowing he didn’t want anyone to change their mind and pounce as he had.  Fred changed his tone immediately.

“Just messing with ya.  Not about being hired!  The Resumes.  I expect to see you in the Main Office in two weeks.”


And with that.  Fred exited the room before he lost the edge. 


Human Resources set Gina up with Relocation Services who arranged a nearby Luxury Apartment amongst other things.  175 plus expenses and a 3-day work week in Office that started at 6 AM.  She would work directly underneath Fred and answer to no one else.  Not even the Department Heads or Vice-Presidents.  Especially not the Members of the Board.  And if they weren’t apart of the Corporate family?  She was to divert.  Build her own team Fred could Trust to only answer to him or her.    


Gina had done her job.  Adjusting up his Corporate strategy flawlessly for three months as if they immediately became business symbiotic.  Together implementing improvements that helped the Company Portfolio climb 1 percent in the last quarter.  While others lost money?  Fred made a little.  Not much compared to when things were great?  But enough to show him he had made the right decision.  Because as much as it was always about the numbers for him.  Fred had plans.


Big plans.  But what was needed someone smart enough overseas to head up the Asian Liaison Office.  A woman was a perfect choice for Asia.  The Operation wasn’t huge, or on the scope with other regions so, there was little chance for failure.  And there was the chance to have Gina as his lover. 


She was shaped like the girls he often hired while away on business trips.  Especially one night in New Orleans right after he was married.  He had paid double to have his way with that one!  This one?  She was going to have shown him how bad she wanted the job.


At twenty-nine years old Gina was a bit older than his usual conquests.  But those women were Professionals of a different sort.  Her resume was completing Undergraduate at 17.  Georgetown Law.  Time spent as a Paralegal followed by a few more as an attorney.  And more recently?  A pivot and Masters from Wharton.  Had her new husband not died suddenly she would be making Babies somewhere instead of rebranding her life and career.    


For her?  The position meant more than others who wanted plain old success and Titles.  She needed a purpose.  A reason.  Having lost so much recently.  Her best friend.  Her Lover.  Her way.   Only to find herself once again immersed in a job and work.  This time much different than the legal arguments and tedious Corporate protection racket.  But still. The same.  Cumming full circle.  It was almost as if she was running on automatic.  Pressing one button or another to free her limbs to continue.  A life that lacked purpose?  Lacks passion.


She once used to cream her panties at the most simple delights of the world.  A mangled paper clip adeptly distorted into a clitoral stimulant.  A man with a trouser snake that made her wonder about his size.  Conversations with women she worked with she knew had sexual attractions and desires towards her.  How easy it used to be.  And she would dominate them all.  By either suppression?  Or submission.  Before Love.  The man who tamed her soul along with her body was gone now so young!  An unreasonable blip of happiness, gone.  And all reasons to remain?  Buried with him.  The attraction to her now Boss Fred the moment that they met had been the only brief feeling of life since.   As slowly, Gina returned to being herself.


His sneer this morning she knew was mixed with necessity and depravity.  And for the first time in years, Gina felt something in her reborn virginal vessel.  A familiar twinge of expectation. 


She no longer masturbated in Bathroom stalls.  Or placed objects from the sex store inside of her daily to help her Brilliant mind focus.  These were objects of a tainted youth subjected.  She had done those Taboo things other girls would only dream and fantasize about.  Given it all up for one man she loved just to watch him quickly wither and die.  And come out of it all, a new Gina.  Stronger than the last but, absent of any joy.  Cumming was no longer a necessity.  Hiding in plain sight, was. 


“You never talk about your personal life.”


Standing in the entrance between the two rooms.  Fred startled Gina with his voice proximity. Usually, she was at the ready with answers to any questions he may have.  But the momentary pause was enough for Fred to know she wasn’t going to answer directly what he already knew by now.  She was a tragic story. 


“It’s because it isn’t what you pay me for.  It’s inappropriate.”


Fred moved to the inside of what was their personal Private sanctum.  Everything that was available to him within the walls of that single floor?  Was open to her as well.  Her station was temporary.  Until the Full-Time Receptionist and Fred’s actual fuck toy, Jessica came in at 11.  A relationship Gina guessed at but, never cared to confirm. 


“Well, I imagine it’s time then.  I want you to come to have dinner with my wife tonight and me.  Around 9.  She wants to meet you and so do I.  No date.  Just you.”


Fred retreated back into his office as quickly as he started speaking.  Leaving Gina to her tasks and her thoughts.  He wasn’t going to try to sleep with her with his wife there so, that was a relief?  And since she wasn’t scheduled to be in the office the next morning?  She didn’t have to wake up early, so there was no excuse.  As if there could ever be one for the CEO’s personal invite.


Arriving at the Manhattan apartment the Connors used as a personal residence while in town.  Gina was immediately directed to a Private elevator on the side of the Building by the Front Desk Clerk.  The elevator had one destination and opened up into a beautiful space!  The glass windows.  Two of them turned to the side to allow the night air in.  And Fred.  On the balcony.  Holding two glasses.


“Come in.”


Gina had endured many courtships in her jaded past.  Mostly crude come-ons and direct suggestions from aggressive.  Mostly older men who guessed her true nature.  And at that time?  It wasn’t hard to tell since in most of those instances?  She had been the passive aggressor.  Being wooed with kindness was not what she was accustomed to or even previously had preferred.  But she knew there would be no wife or third glass to fill instantaneously.  And Gina was relieved at the thought. 


Her attire was a business suit.  Her usual these days with one exception.  Gina had found her last set of sexy lingerie and was wearing it beneath her suit.  Garters and a push-up bra and a singular piece of black thong underwear which she hadn’t worn since the week before her Husband’s diagnosis and surprisingly quick demise.  It wasn’t a conscious choice for her.  But one she wore comfortably.  Placing her purse on the table by the couch.  Gina confidently strode outside to the patio.  Where a table and her Boss waited.


“No wife?”  she asked.


“No witnesses.”


Fred replied while passing her a glass of Champagne along with his usual sneered greeting. 


“I wanted to get to know the real you.  Without pretenses.  So tonight?  I am not your Boss.  I am your friend.”


“Well, that is pretty hard to imagine.  Considering you are still, my Boss.”


Did he think it was going to be easy?  That she would seize the opportunity to cement her position with her body?  Gina was flattered, of course.  And for the first time since she could remember even a bit horny at the coming proposition.  But she understood their dynamic and had promised herself to never be one of “those girls” who slept their way to the top!  Even if she was attracted to him.


“You’re right.  Which is why we are celebrating your promotion to Head of the Asian Division.”


Gina’s face lit up.  She knew what was being planned in that area and had been compiling Data for the job search.  At Fred’s request.  Giving opinions on what would be needed there to succeed.  And had just begun compiling a list of qualified candidates.  She knew how important this was to him and, the Corporation.  But she didn’t think she was under consideration!  She ran out and gave Fred a big hug!  Dropping all professional pretense for the moment and for the first time in two years, allowing herself to be happy! 


Her breasts instantly perked up with the first close human contact in years!  And instinctively she turned her face up and kissed her boss passionately!  Surprising Fred immediately.  After releasing the kiss awkwardly, she stepped back.


“Talk about inappropriate.”


Fred sneered as he pulled back her chair to sit in the night air.




Gina wasn’t accustomed to being uncomfortable.  It had been a long time since a man hadn’t responded to her advances by reciprocating.  But it had been a long time since she had been so direct with one as well.  What she wanted was confused by the setting and circumstance as well as her own reaction which she knew wasn’t solely about a promotion. 


Fred began to talk about when they first met and the sense he had about her.  How he had watched her closely since, to make sure she would be right for the post.  The way he accentuated the word.  Post.  Gina heard every word and answered the way she knew he wanted her to since she was being given more than directives.  This job was more than that.  It was a purpose.   She found her mind wandering into her past.  Delving into the part of her brain that had been shut off due to circumstance.  It was as if fires were being relit inside of her. 


“All three points of action.”


The words whispered came out naturally.  As the nubs of Gina’s nipples pressed her smart blouse and sleek garments that slipped across the body’s most sensitive spots.  The conservative cut still maintained her outward appearance of modesty But inside?  Her clitoris began to throb at the inflections of his voice.  The moistness of his lips.  And of course, the small bulge that began to grow inside of his trousers as their chemistry began to bubble.  It was the slow acting yet powerful chemical formula between them causing the natural reactions she once took for granted.   Horniness.


“In a manner of speaking.  Yes.  We seem to be simpatico on this.” 


“Oh yes, we are.  May I use the ladies room?”


“Of course.  Down the hallway to the left.”


Gina couldn’t take it anymore!  The meal had been delicious, and the conversation was definitely favorable.  She would be leaving in five days and would not be required to come to the Office until then.  Her routine.  The thing she had just became comfortable with.  Was going away as quickly as she had secured it.  Another surprise of life.  And on top of that?  She was alive!  Feeling again as she always had.  Horny at the simple breeze of wind she couldn’t feel through her rough suits of armor.  Having gotten everything that she wanted professionally wasn’t enough to fill the void.  She needed more. 


As she took off her suit in the confines of Fred’s bathroom and replaced the high-heels on her feet.  Gina knew no wasn’t going to be an acceptable answer.  The garters she wore seemed planned, but she didn’t care what Fred thought now.  Gina knew he was never supposed to see them.  But also knew she wanted him to see them now!


As she opened the door leading into the hallway, she was startled herself.  Fred stood leaning on the wall down the hall.  He was unbuttoning his shirt carefully as Gina began walking towards him step after step.  Until they stood face to face.  There was nothing else to talk about.  No more necessary pretenses to hold onto.  Just them.   


“I’ve wanted to see you like this since we first met.”


His hands wandered from her ears.  To her mouth and the left side of her face.  Her neck which he grasped tightly.  Causing her body to arch forward towards him.  A natural state of submission towards him.  As his other hand began to explore her body. 


Her tits.  Nipples one at a time tweaked and squeezed as Gina began to cream her panty line a bit.  She hadn’t dared to touch herself at all when she had the chance.  Fearing she may be in their longer exploring her other long-lost lover.  Herself.  The sensations and enticing opportunity to play with her mound had been conquered by thoughts of this moment.  When he would finally show her what being the boss was all about! 


As Fred’s hand rolled the tiny piece of string across her lips.  His mouth engaged hers in an intense mixture of wills.  His to dominate her.  And hers to be with someone worthy.  His middle finger rhythmically pounding her reborn virgin pussy without direction or need for instruction until her legs became too fragile to stand on!  They were only being propped by the upward momentum of his thrusting hand and the firm grip of his hand on her neck!


Gina could feel the restrictive pull of air as gravity dropped her weight down onto two unsure sticks.  And her desire to give in further.  To submit to a man felt in the moment to have never been greater!  It was the timing and unfamiliarity of what was once familiar.  Hardened nipples and a drenched pussy not fingered in so long!  So long she forgot the circumstance. 


But Fred knew.  He had an investigator look into her past and knew all about her youthful experimentations that lasted well past the stage of curiosity!  Gina was perfect for what he desired.  Another mate but this one?  Under his control.  As he deftly maneuvered a second digit into her warmth, Fred felt himself grow bold that he possessed her now.  And sure that he would thoroughly enjoy his new toy!


Fred took his hand from between Gina’s legs and wrapped it around her waist.  Holding her up and into him by cupping her ass cheek by the dimple.  Gina’s breathing became steady and robust instead of the frantic and erratic breaths of air that had accompanied her orgasmic bliss.  Even as her heart was still racing with excitement!


Pulling her full face around Gina could feel his four fingers tingling and caressing her moist inner fold.  Arching her toes up with each touch before Gina realized her legs being off of the floor!  Swiveling her around till she sat on the edge of the bed.  Gina’s hands reached out for his buckle only to be grabbed and encased in Fred’s own.  Redirecting them to the space in between her own thighs.


“I want to see you touch yourself first.”


Four hands rubbed up and down her slit.  20 fingers she felt one at a time in her mind as her senses worked in overdrive and Gina’s memories followed.  She was with her first lover.  He was letting his girlfriend tease her like it happened back then.  As Fred removed her hand and Gina squeezed at the nub of her clitoris.  Imitating what that woman had done to her that day while her Lover bound her arms behind her back, Gina came the same way she had that day.  And transformed as she was,  Licked her lips for the taste of pussy that followed before her head had been thrust forward onto his cock!  Fred’s cock which was now standing before her tall and strong.  Until Gina fixed her lips to the prize!


She was in a trance as she held her own hands clasped behind her back as if they were bound together.  Lips full and moist.  Working their way from the top to the bottom of his manhood with a rhythmic pulse and artistic grace.  Fred was used to professionals.  Women who would stroke him with the primary purpose of fast money.  Not because they wanted to! 


“Can I rub my pussy boss?”


He wanted to say yes.  Wanted to cum with his 8 inches as deep down Gina’s throat as possible.  Causing her to cough and gag on his seed as soon as possible!  Opening his eyes and seeing her beautiful mouth and occasional tongue lick and drive him as close to the edge as anything.  Begging for his permission.  She easily could have delved into her puffy slick snatch on her own, but she wanted him to understand his control over her was complete.  She was now his responsibility. 


“Turn over.” 


His voice was strong and sure.  But what he was asking for?  Gina wished he would have waited longer to take!  Her ass sat high in the air.  Face, in the middle of a plush pillow, left strategically in the middle of the bed.  Out of her fantasy now.  Gina wondered what he would do with her next.  Hoping it would be enough to satisfy the lustful urges he had unleashed in Gina that had been safely bottled up inside.  Gina couldn’t take disappointment.


If Fred were to put his cock in her now, she would cum?  Sure.  But he would be no different than any other man.  Maybe one with a black girl fetish which would make Gina sick to her stomach.  Before she came thinking of being used in that way.  She could never work for him after that happened.  After she had welcomed his dick into her mouth with such warm, loving kisses and greetings!  It would show he didn’t appreciate her quality at all!  Because all he wanted from her was a raw fuck! 


She needed for him.  For anyone to see her for what she was inside.  She needed to be loved.    


Feeling the cuffs being fastened around her ankles, she quickly attempted to pull her legs closed behind her!  Fred roughly inserted two fingers into her still wet snatch.  Rubbing her G-Spot and coaxing Gina’s moans into the air before quickly removing them and injecting the longest into her ass!  The shock cause Gina to spike and shoot out of her hole her happiness that Fred indeed did know what she needed!  Removing his finger and beginning a slow, steady spanking with what had to be a riding crop!  But Gina couldn’t tell for sure with her face biting the pillow as she enjoyed the exquisite release of her Boss steady paddling! 


“Tell me where you want me.”


“In my pussy, Sir?”


Thwack.  Thwack.  Thwack.


The sound reverberated at least 5 more times before he stopped to put his fingers back inside of her. Straying to squeeze her clitoris before crudely sticking his arms between her prone thighs to wrestle each nipple one at a time.  As she struggled to deal with the sensation of exquisite pain coming off her brown bottom, tanned red. 


“I am going to ask you again and you better not lie to me.  Where do you want me?”


Gina thought for a minute about her Husband.  Gone forever from this place and unable to protect her now.  Her pussy sat throbbing under the touch of another man.  Without his permission or supervision.  He never even knew Fred and could never approve!  It was the end of an Era as her mouth watered and voice began to speak. 


“I want you to put it in my ass.”


Dropping his riding crop, Fred began to move into Gina’s world.  Slowly massaging her snug pussy hole until he felt it.  Could feel her.  Pulling him deeper.  And deeper inside of her body until he was pressed against her welted ass.  Skin to skin causing Gina to tear herself away upon impact.  Only to be pulled back roughly onto him!  Her neglected womb seeping over Fred.  His stroking became as long as they both allowed and his thumb.  Moistened by Gina’s own body.  Stayed stationary in its place.  Waiting for the second shift.  Which wouldn’t be long.


They knew what the other wanted and needed. 


Gina could never go back.  Never relive her youthful days of sex without consequence.  Give in entirely to a man or a couple and live their dream.  She was too good for that now.  And probably, too good for it then. 


And she would never find anyone that loved her like him.  Understood her desire for pain and pleasure so completely that she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended!  Luke was gone.  She could never hope to find a lover and a Master in one person again.  But she couldn’t change who she was either. 


If she was going to live?  She needed this.  The feeling of blood running through her body.  Rushing to soothe the pain.  Her nipples pushed outward into the air.  Hormones racing through her loins.  Ass throbbing.      


As Fred placed himself on her, he could hear her voice. 


“Four points.”


Her voice began to trail off as the fleshy cone made its entrance.  Her body ached instantly.  Than arched back into his hips for more.  More.  Until her ass was filled and there as nothing between them! 


“I belong to you now?”


Her moans of ecstasy filling the room as the pain of the moment attacked her senses!  Tears of joy and pain falling from her eyes like always.  Wishing he was here but knowing that door was closed as soon as Fred had opened it again. 


“Yes.  Your ass is mine now, so you belong to me.”


Encouraged by the moans of his Asian Director which Fred took as proof he was telling the truth.  Fred began to cum.  What fun could he have with more time with this Ebony Goddess!  Looking at her ass coated with his seed he wondered if this was how his wife felt about Jerrod.  Seeing juices coating his cock.  Her white skin against his dark.  Like his white against Gina now. 


“You need to go soon.”


Fred became cold in an instant. 


“I wish I could fuck you more but, some of us have to work tomorrow.”


Gina kept her head down in the pillow.  Tears across her face from the rude intrusion of her Boss.  She felt low.  Used.  And didn’t know exactly what to say next having been in this position?  But never in THIS position.  She started to lift her battered body up though all she wanted to do was fall forward and go to sleep!  It had been two years since she had even masturbated!  Having used the power of her mind and the extra boost of having lost Luke to focus her mind.  Her pussy had been assaulted.  Ass taken.  And she was still quietly, cumming from the spanking she had endured!  Gina knew she had to leave but, she just didn’t want to yet! 


“But since you belong to me…..”


Gina felt the vibrator being twisted inside of her.  It was small but when turned up?  Very powerful!  Reaching between her legs, Fred grasped her hands and placed them on the device. 


“Hold this.”


Gina could feel the sensations welling up inside of her and before long?  Forgot Fred was even in the room!  She could manipulate the settings and pull it out.  The tip was extremely powerful, so Gina began rubbing it across her clitoris for a while until she came to a crashing orgasm and dropped the device!  Her legs still bound and having forgotten Fred was even there!  Which he was.  Filming.




Her eyes looked up into the camera, but all she could manage was a smile.


“Just a little insurance in case you change your mind and story.  But don’t worry.  No one will ever see this.”


Gina smiled at the thought of how much money the recording could be worth in the future and had to ask.


“Could you whip my ass one more time please, Boss?”


Gina left the apartment an hour later and did as she was told.  Straight home and to the shower.  Toy inserted at precisely 12 am.  Streaming live to her Boss at 12:01.


At that time Fred sat with his attorney in the loft office.  Taking turns buzzing the toy periodically and asking her to utilize the bag of goodies he had provided for her at the door.  As the men drank red wine and watched the performance on the big screencast.


“My new head of the Asian Department.  Smart as shit.  And as delicious as Pink Berry.  Don’t you think we are covered in case of a Lawsuit?”


“This would ruin anyone’s career.  When can I try her?” his Lawyer Bob asked.


“She’s not that whore from Marketing Bob.  She’s a Lady.  I’m not passing this one around.  I’m grooming her.”


“Grooming!  You’re fucking kidding right?”


“Bob.  Are you second guessing me?”  Fred asked quizzically.


“No.  It’s just she’s…..”


“Goodnight Bob.  Thanks for stopping by.”


Fred stood and took the man’s glass and walked him towards the elevator.  Knowing the mistake, he had made Bob immediately began to backtrack.  Fred just listened and nodded until the man was inside the doors. 


“Make sure you kiss that pretty wife of yours for me, Bob.  Will Ya?”


As the doors closed, Fred returned to the study.  Where he saw Gina twisting a paper clip.  He looked at his phone and pulled up a contact marked Bob’s wife.  It had a photo of the blonde woman with a black cock in her mouth.  A souvenir from her last year’s Christmas party sent to him by the owner of the cock and her colleague.  Fred sent the text with the picture attached to the wife with Gina’s address and instructions to help her pack.  He wondered how Bob would feel if he found out about his own wife?  And told her to do as Gina told her or, he would. 

Jane sat by her Father’s bedside a tear running down her face.  The first tear she could ever remember over his fate.  Looking into his vacant eyes knowing he was somewhat still inside only made her sadder.  Aware and alert. But unable to communicate was what the Doctors said would be the rest of his life.  Forever inside of a shell.  The same way she had been stuck for the past week with him.  Waiting for a sign of life.

Her senior year of College was supposed to be one of the best years of her life!  There were parties and sex with other girls and maybe this year?  Some men too.  And of course, the chance to repeat as Conference Champions in Lacrosse and this time, with her as the Captain.  But here she was instead watching over her Father’s almost corpse while she should be training.  Or training a Freshman on the proper technique of servitude and occasionally pleasing a woman while being smothered by her snatch.  Jane couldn’t figure out what made her sadder.

Dad’s only sign of life was the tent pole in his shorts that rose and fell without discretion from time to time.  It’s size and girth somewhat explaining to Jane why he had been mostly absentee most of her life.  While still maintaining a loving relationship with her.  Perhaps, too loving.  But as every married woman from the neighborhood had stopped by at least once in his first 3 days of incapacitation.  The stream grew less steady with the news the Great Ron Walker was no more.  He was just a shell. 

Jane sat there confused and angry.  Pissed off that instead of telling him directly how she felt about his philandering and overall shitty parenting?  She could say nothing.  Jane held her tongue and instead, recalled the ways she had become somewhat like him.  A womanizer who never really connected with anyone outside of the bounds of her own sexual pleasure.  A Dominatrix of the weaker sex she was a member of.  In her attempt to get his attention?  Jane had accomplished nothing more than becoming the female version of him!  Manipulating and bullying weaker girls much in the way he had once bullied her.  Sometimes worse.  Jane’s guile, malleable tongue and surprising physical strength she used on girls were equivalent to her Father’s own once mighty dick!  And Jane had become just like him.  Lost.

Seeing him lying there.  So weak and defenseless Jane realized what a waste of time it all had been.  She never got what she wanted!  His love and proper attention still eluded her.  And now?  She never would get the chance to let him know how she really felt about him.  How much she hated and admired him for his deviant ways in Business and Family matters.  All that she could do was… walk away. 

He wanted her to be a Virgin when she married as her Mother had been.  But Jane wasn’t her Mother and couldn’t imagine herself looking the other way as her husband ran around on her.  She physically became ill watching her Mother’s weakness play out in front of Jane’s young, impressionable mind until she had to get as far away as possible!  That was in State College less than an hour away.  Even her escape was tepid and unsure. 

Her mother was such a beautiful woman and honestly, Jane’s first crush!  But Ron humiliated her daily and didn’t care who knew or saw it happen.  Especially Jane who on too many occasions watched her Mother service her drunken Father through their open Bedroom door or any other corridor of their expansive house that suited him.  The details of her submission would run around her young head without explanation beyond his drunken moans about her fulfilling her “wifely duties.”  Spoken at the top of his lungs so most of the servants would hear.  Humiliation was a way of life in their home.

Ron usually approached her after he had entertained another woman first.  Leaving Mom as the recipient of the longest lasting of his impressive erectile demonstrations.  Jane watched as the most savage of sexual treatment was doled out at the hands of a cock that would never cum!   She would be moaning for hours!  Begging him to leave her be and let her sleep!  But Ron would just continue until he got tired or bored and finally, went to sleep.  Most times never coming at all!  It was a sadistic love affair at best with a sexual nihilist they both called Daddy.  And what Daddy wants?  Daddy gets.

 It was because of Ron that Jane decided women were a much better alternative.  Especially with Ron as her probable matchmaker since that’s how things were done in their circle.  Being a Lesbian maybe, she could escape?

The truth was the only thing that saved Jane was his current condition, and like most children who don’t understand their parents, Jane would have never understood or forgiven him for what he had planned for her!  His misogyny was without limits and his depravity?  His depravity landed him in a Hospital Bed.  Forever doomed to relive his conquests until he would ultimately pass away 4 years later while dreaming of deflowering his own daughter.  Somewhat proving the existence of God.  Saving Jane the experience of kicking her Father’s ass. 

Jane was no shrinking violet!  In fact she was a bit of an Amazon herself.  Dark blonde hair that was thick and a bit wild.  A 5-foot 10 inch frame that went from spindly to a bit muscular in the past 5 years as she developed her skill as an athlete.  Her legs were longer than anything else on her body and ass was sculpted from running long, fast and hard!  Her bosom wasn’t either large or small and her face was a hidden treasure.  Underdeveloped and a sign of her own personal disinterest in attracting others.  Attention wasn’t on her mind and if she wanted it?  She’d take it!  Jane was more huntress than hunted. 

Especially after she fell in love with Avery.  Avery reminded Jane of her Mother.  Especially her loyalty and willingness to do anything for her boyfriend at the time, Jerrod.  When he left Avery for brighter horizons? Jane was there for her.  Stroking her hair and massaging her desires to sleep in a way she never could for her mother.  Her resolve to emulate her Dad was somewhat borne of that first heartbreak experience.  Well second, after Dad.

“Three strikes and you’re out.” 

Words mumbled beneath her breath that only registered in one set of ears.  Tuned to the language.  Stopping in his stride to turn before she entirely past him stood a familiar face.  One she knew as a passing acquaintance but, familiar still.  Even beneath the hat and sunglasses, there was something unmistakable about that frame and gait that stood apart from others.


Stopping for a minute, they locked eyes.  Halting the passing of two people as strangers amd briefly recognizing the other as a familiar.  They knew one another’s names and what they both shared.  There was no connection between the two. 

“What are you doing here?” Jane continued.

Neither of them could believe their ears!  Especially Jane.  She was neither interested in why or what brought the two of them together!  And had no explanation for blurting out such a thing

And Jerrod?  He was just trying to keep a low profile.  Sneaking in and out for a surprise visit with his ailing Mother.  The last thing he wanted in the passing moment was an audience for his fragile grief.

The Baseball term had locked his paranoid mind into her.  No matter how faint the words. Jerrod had heard them.  The fact looking up he recognized her face was a pure coincidence.  Or was it?  She was older.  More mature and fully built.  As opposed to the skinny, awkward spindly muff diver he remembered!  Her hair was the same as he remembered.  Dark and wavy except free from the weight of Avery’s thighs.  The same as it was in the window.  The one thing he never forgot. 

She was too young for him back then and Jerrod wasn’t interested anyway.  She was so damn skinny!  But the years of competitive collegiate sports and hormones had settled that!  Avery had told him about her the night before he left for College.  A promise he kept before leaving for good to spend his last night before College with Avery.  It was the only time in his life he had been jealous and felt inadequate.  But none of that mattered today. 

“Coming back from seeing my Mom in the Hospital.  She’s not doing too good and…”

The two began walking out of the Hospital together.  Locked in the form of conversation as he spoke.  And Jane listened.  The words came out as if he had known and trusted her forever.  But more likely?  It was an emotional response to seeing his Mother so vulnerable for the first time.  The way he expressed his vulnerability wasn’t something Jane was accustomed to hearing from a man.  And at the moment?  She forgot all about her own troubles and instead, focused upon his.  They were perfect for one another. 

“Where’s your car?”

Jane’s mother had left days ago but, she didn’t want to tell him that. 

“I was calling an Uber.”

“Do you need a ride?” Jerrod asked as his Lamborghini was pulling up to the curb.

“I didn’t realize these came in trucks?” Jane smiled and said.

“Neither did I.”

Smiling back for the first time in a few days. Jerrod felt an uneasy feeling of awkwardness come over him.  Was she flirting with him?  Or him with her.  Did she even like men?  Avery said she was strictly chickly back in High School and, she did look a little rough around the edges.  But still, she was Beautiful.  Strong.  The type of woman you Breed with he thought.  Like his Mother. 

“I’ll drop you wherever you need to go.” Jerrod followed with. 



Jane could feel herself but knew that it wasn’t her.  It wasn’t Jerrod, the All-Star Baseball player and hometown hero she wanted.  It was a connection.  It was her ex-girlfriend, Avery.  Or her Father.  Or maybe that sweet plebe Dawn that may never crack the lineup at Midfield.  But was learning to suck on her sweet plum and snatch like a regular feminist.  As her Father would have described her evident love of eating pussy.  Jane decided at that moment to lose her Virginity to a man that was familiar to her through stories told by Avery about him.  The things that he did to her that made her howl in ways Jane never could because she “lacked the tool.”  No matter how much she tried, Avery would never relent and give herself to Jane.  And it was all because of him!

It was time to find out why. 

“The Marriott.  On Wolf Blvd.  I’m going to check myself in and stay there before I head back to school Sunday morning.  I don’t want to stay at the house.  And Jerrod.”

Pausing for emphasis to look directly into his dark eyes.

“You know your Mom is gonna be alright.  Right?”

“Sure,”  Jerrod answered before asking.

“Ever drive one of these?  I think I’m too emotional to drive myself anyway.”

“All of the time!”  Jane said.

She was very good at this manipulating thing.  As she drove towards the Marriott and her Hotel Jane wondered to herself.  How would a heterosexual woman close this fuck?  What would a ho do?  And what was going to work in his mentally fragile state?  Jane decided on the path of least resistance.

“You know I’m gay, right Jerrod.”

“I thought so but…wasn’t Sure so…. I shut the fuck up about it.  Something you couldn’t accomplish!”

The two of them laughed together for the first time.  The first time either of them even cracked a smile that day. 

“What do you mean by ‘know’?”  Jane snickered.

“I saw you going down on Ashley Senior year.  Through her cottage window.”

“Peeping perv!”

Jane playfully slapped his muscled bicep and laughed as she said it.  Around him she felt…girly?  The discomfort within her was nothing compared to his.  Not knowing if she was sending him a signal or even due to the circumstance that brought them together.  Should he even be looking? 

“An accident.”  Jerrod continued.

“I was going there for the same reason as you were.”

“And what was that?” Jane asked.

“The pussy.”

They both laughed again and continued laughing at or with one another until they found themselves parked in front of the Marriott.

“Forgot to tell you I am staying here too.  How about you come up and watch some TV with me.  We’ll order Room service or something.  I don’t feel like being alone, and I don’t think you do either.”

Jane thought about it.  Considered she’d never been in a Hotel room alone with a man who wasn’t her Father and never really wanted to.  Before now.  It wasn’t so much sexual as it was a human connection she wanted.  And she sensed Jerrod felt the same way.  Even so.  She hesitated.

“It’s a suite with an adjoining room.  If it gets too late?  You can go into the room and lock the door.  Ok?”

“Sure,” Jane replied.

The Elevator to the Presidential suite was on the side and had a shared Concierge for the top two floors.  When the doors opened?  It was clear Jerrod had been there for a while.  At least a few weeks as the place was comfortably stocked with many personal items.  Baseball gloves.  And pictures of his Mom.

“I have a promotional contract with the Hotel Chain, and this is my personal suite.  When I come home.  It’s easier to live and train here.  No one bothers me here.”

“Not even your girlfriends?” Jane asked.

“I don’t have one.  Safer to use escorts, honestly.  Easier on the mind and safer.  It’s tough to find a girl you can trust.”

Jane was surprised at his answers but honestly felt it made perfect sense.  How many women must have thrown themselves at him in hopes of getting pregnant or worse, starting a scandal?  Jane was beginning to think being Jerrod maybe wasn’t as easy as it appeared to most of the world. 

“At least I don’t have to worry about you.”

Jane though was feeling the familiar twinge she got before a game.  The adrenaline rush previously only experienced from the thrill competition or, before breaking a Freshman girl in as a Lover!  Whatever it was?  It wasn’t normal for her to be excited about being alone with a man.  But after a week of viewing her Father’s mortality up close?  Jane wasn’t quite herself. 

“But you do have to worry about the tabloid journalist.  Groupies finding out where you are.  A Hotel staff that works for tips.  And overall lack of privacy. really don’t like being alone?”

Jerrod invited her to sit next to him on the couch as they flipped on the TV.  But he was surprised when she decided to sit beneath him.  Turning and looking intently at her.  Lips close enough to feel one another’s exhales.  But before he could speak?  She answered.

“I don’t feel like being a Buddy right now.  My Dad is gone.  Well, his mind is, and I need affection and love right now.  Is that ok?”

Jerrod answered by kissing her deeply in a way he never had kissed any woman.  Not with a mind towards what he was going to do to her next.  How he planned to seduce or overwhelm her with his presence.  But softly.  Like a lover.  The effect on Jane not missed as she immediately melted into his broad chest. 

Jerrod released her lips.  Moving to her ears and working his mouth down to her neck while she unbuttoned her conservative blouse for him.  When his mouth found her breasts, she emitted a bit of a feral sound and arched her back forward.  Pressing her right nipple a bit further between his supple lips and mouth.  It was as if they had been lovers before.  As Jane and Jerrod met each other’s grief with an intense passion neither had ever experienced in their young, but active sex lives! 

“Show me where your shower is?”

Jane stood to her feet and removed the yoga pants she had worn the past two days at the Hospital.  She wanted him!  But knew she was in no condition to have sex!  Had it been one of the Freshman girls she might not have been so considerate.  But Jane wasn’t feeling dominate at the moment.  She was fragile and delicate and wanted to be open to whatever happened between them.  Even if to him she would just be another conquest?  For Jane the moment was so much more.  She was opening herself up to new experiences and new things.  Jerrod was just the tool of the moment.

“I’ll show you.”

Jerrod grabbed the now naked woman by the hands and brought her into the Bathroom suite.  There was a shower on the corner, big enough for four people.  As she turned on the water and stepped in behind her, she imagined Jerrod disrobing. 

It would have been easier to turn towards him and look.  But she didn’t want to.  The warm water cascaded against her body, and it felt completely invigorating against her skin?  She was lost immediately in the rhythmic massage of the bead of water upon her flesh.  It was when as his hand reached around her, landing upon her hip.  And she felt his strong fingers pull her back into and towards her that she remembered she wasn’t alone. 

Jerrod was something he usually didn’t get the chance to be.  Gentle.  His hands admired the softness of her skin over the rigidness of her muscles.  Her tight thighs.  Strong and sturdy that led to an extremely soft ass any woman would die to possess!   Jane’s face was sculpted and unique.  The shape reminded him of a young Bridget Bardot with naturally full lips but her breasts were smaller and more natural.  She was a real woman.  Unlike the ones he usually ordered or courted for the night.  And Jerrod wanted her to give himself the chance to soothe what ailed her.

She was the first woman he truly talked to in years.  The first one he felt comfortable around immediately since Avery in High School.  And even she did whatever he wanted her to do!  He assumed she was bisexual as in his understanding, most women were.  Jerrod had no idea she had never kissed a man.  Or even had anything inside of her pussy beyond a manicured finger or two.  Jane turned and kissed him deeply once more and this time felt the full girth of his manhood pressing against her thigh. 

Her inexperience with men worked to her advantage as she had no fear of his prodigious size.  To her, they could all be this big!  Usually, this would be the portion of the evening Jerrod’s dominance would kick in.  But Jane didn’t know any better and instead?  Grabbed the nine inches in her hand and han her hand up and down it like a curious woman/old pro!  Till Jerrod stopped the water so as not to cum too soon! 

There were no words between them as he began to towel her off and handed er a robe which she promptly threw onto the floor.  Grabbing him by the hand instead and now leading him back into the main suite.  Turning left towards the adjoining suite door.

“The Bedroom is the other way.”

“I know,”  Jane answered.

“But I don’t want you where you have been with other women.”

Opening the door Jane sat on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open.  Jerrod following suit, kissed her lips once more before dropping to his knees between them.  Wanting to be a good host.  His tongue began on the left side of her thighs.  Licking her lip gently and began a circular journey around her vulva edge.  The first time he stopped by dragging his tongue across her hole and onto her clitoral edge to circle and tease its owner!  His hands began to wander up her body until the rested beneath her modest breasts.  Lifting and cupping them in whole and occasionally grasping the nipples directly.  Jane looked down between them and marveled at his mastery of her erogenous zones as if they were tethered together!  She was completely at ease with Jerrod. 

Jane lifted one leg and placed her foot flat on the bed to allow him full access to her now.  Looking over the side, she noticed his cock.  Throbbing between his thighs as he licked her honey directly from the pot of gold!  Jane began to cum, and Jerrod began to rise and place his cock inside of her at the same time!  While Jane was at her weakest point! 

Jerrod could feel the tight pull of her hole as he forced his way inside of Jane for the first time.  He wanted to make her happy.  So he eased in slowly, using a gentle technique he usually began with but, never finished!  Small strokes.  Then deeper.  Then deeper.  About halfway inside of her Jerrod could see the woman struggling to accommodate his girth.

“Do you need me to stop?”

The fact he even asked surprised them both.  Jerrod because many times he had pushed a small pussy past its limits without asking permission!  And Jane because she had heard the stories Avery told her about him doing the same!  As they looked at one another Jane made a decision.  She dug her fingers into his ass and pulled his dick into her as she screamed in pain! 


Jerrod stared carefully into the woman’s face and noticed the familiarity of deflowering not seen since a road trip to Kansas City two years earlier!  Not wanting to break the moment he began to stroke again more carefully until he felt bottom and Jane reached up grabbing his head, forcing their lips together! 

“Oh my.” 

The words began to flow from between her lips.

“I had no idea dick felt this good!” 

Her orgasm began at that moment as did his!  Jerrod pushed, and Jane pulled them together time and again until his penis became flaccid and grew again inside of her body!  Never stopping for a moment to talk about what just happened between them and its significance!    

An hour later while they were both asleep?  Jane’s father passed away.  Jane woke momentarily saddened without reason before looking over at Jerrod who also opened his eyes.  Pulling her closer to him, they both laid together without words.  Both of them feeling Jane’s loss instinctually.  As only a true partner could.  As if they had known each other forever.

They woke the next day and Jane made up for lost time!  They talked and fucked.  And fucked and talked.  Jane explained she was technically; a virgin having lost her maidenhead doing splits as a teen didn’t count.  And they talked about Avery.  How she would feel about them together.  Jane put off the inevitable for as long as possible before finally calling her Mother and verifying what she already knew.  Her father had died due to stroke complications.  While Jane had been dealing with her grief and anger with his shitty parenting on Jerrod all night.

Returning to school for her final month was more about finishing what she started.  The Lacrosse team lost in the first round but, Jane didn’t care anymore.   The Funeral seemed to directly follow Graduation, and before long, she was gone for the summer.  No one knew where.

When Jerrod came back in October to bury his own mother?   Jane stood beside him as his wife.  Her Mother didn’t even know!  It was her way of having the last word with her now deceased Dad.  Who was powerless to cut her off from a Family fortune that Jerrod wouldn’t surpass until his first Big Free-Agent contract 7 years later.  And still she knew he wouldn’t approve.  He may even have preferred she stick with women over him.  But what could he do having fucked himself to death?    

As Jerrod began to pick up his pace.  Slamming his glistening tool in and out of the pink hole encased in alabaster.  He felt nothing except a familiar feeling of dominance that he was accustomed to in most areas of his life.  And he knew it would take a lot more from this particular fan to make him cum.  He needed his imagination.  Increasing his pace and the power of his thrusts was nothing more than his own sadistic way of killing a Saturday night on the road.  And adding to the family legacy.

Pussy was Easy.  For as long as Jerrod could remember women threw themselves at him.  Young.  Old.  Older.  Black.  White.  Hispanic.  Indian.  Asian.  He loved Asians and their tiny pussies as well as any woman he deemed exotic.  Classics like blonde hair and blue eyes too.  All because on the Baseball Diamond Jerrod was the man.  Pussy came easy.  He was a Pitcher.  But everywhere else?  The Pope’s were known as great Batsman.

His father was like him, a connoisseur of the feminine mystique.  Picking up women seemed effortless for Jerrod Sr.  And he lived to impress his young, suggestible son in hopes he would follow in his footsteps one day.  Adopt his philosophies about women and relationships and, build upon them.  Being a stud meant he was setting a positive example for his boy.  And nothing was more important than that.

 Mom was the Sexually liberated Black Queen.  She traveled a lot on “business trips,” but as much as Jerrod knew, Dad made all of the money.  Their relationship was based on mutual trust, and when he was old enough, his parents sat him down and told Jerrod the truth.  Especially since one day, the truth could possibly come out another way.  She was a Dominatrix.  A well-paid one for rich and powerful mostly white men.  Though it may not have been a conventional marriage or upbringing?  It worked out over the years for the three of them.  Especially considering their white bred surroundings.

The “Fan ass” was white as a sheet of paper and reminded him of a College sweetheart.  Even if considering the bulk of their relations as “sweet” was quite a stretch!  They were more like this.  Gag in mouth.  Ass in the air and legs spread wide by various means ranging from being tied to the posts to held by her own hands!  And the way her tits and especially nipples grazed the bed while she leaned forward on her elbows!  Defying gravity just enough thanks to the miracle of youth!  But too large to resist it’s call entirely.  Jerrod’s imagination was working too well now as he felt a spurt of pre-cum bathe the inside of her pussy as he began to pull out of her slowly again.  Better to think about other things. 

Growing up in the Suburbs did have drawbacks.  Grass fields and quiet streets can be dangerous for a lone black teen to move around safely.  The Private Harbor School though was full of already rich kids and, their sexually curious offspring.  And more importantly, provided door-to-door transportation.  Some of the students and teachers were less familiar with the intimacies of Interracial culture than sex but, they tried to bridge the gap amicably.  Since Jerrod was well-off and going to make millions throwing a Baseball he fit in easily with his well to do classmates.  Fucking his way through his Senior year like a normal kid after breaking up with Jessica.  His first official girlfriend.  

Jerrod was a combination of both parents.  The metal stirrups the Fan Ass had agreed to wear locked her thighs a certain width apart.  It was the way that Mother treated most of her sexual subjects who liked to be used or punished for their evil deeds.  Jerrod used them as a promise.  Any woman who wanted a night with the All-Star stood no chance to back out once they were affixed to her body.  She was to be a vessel in which his oversized cock would play until he was tired of them.  There was no such thing as quitting Jerrod.

There was a pre-sexual consent form they had to sign before entering the hotel room.  Agreeing to sexual servitude for the evening from the women so he could have his way.  The one safeguarding indemnity from pregnancy and subsequent responsibility.  As well as the Morning after pill, he provided each woman before she would leave in the morning after “properly” thanking him with her mouth.  All in black and white to protect the Pope Brand.  And that thinking definitely came from his Father.

Jerrod began to assault the Fan’s ass with his thumb.  Lubricating the digit with the woman’s own juices before pushing it slowly and ever deeper into her body until she gushed her pleasure all over his pumping dick!  If the convulsions of her twat massaging his pole didn’t make enough of an impression?  His cock would be next!  He might allow her the chance to beg him to spare her usually tiny hole while reminding his victims of the release they had signed by promising to suck him to completion first.  Which Jerrod loved even more since degradation was a large part of what turned him on!  He MADE women get in touch with their inner whore.  And then he made love to her in the way she now wanted.  Sensual Lovemaking was reserved for his wife only.  She was his only equal in his mind. 

As the woman came, Jerrod could feel her walls convulsing around him in a vain attempt to move his juices into her impaled womb.  He smiled proudly into the mirrored reflection as the woman’s head shook in defiance while her legs attempted to swing their way free from their metal bonds, to no avail!  Had she been free?  She may have closed her legs and tried to push him out of her warmth to recover.  But unable to find the superhuman strength required?  All she could do was squeal in ecstasy while the players next door clapped their applause at another successful “piping.”  Wondering where he got the energy after pitching a complete game shutout!  But Jerrod was in a zone and reminiscing on his College days and the woman she resembled most.

The pretty brunette named Janice.  A social-climbing.  Money hungry white girl from the deep South with large tits and firm and hard, round ass that was a bit small for Jerrod’s taste.   She had come to one of the Baseball team’s parties wearing an attitude and a cutoff rebel flag T-shirt and was pinned by the shortstop Shorty.  His roommate and someone Jerrod didn’t entirely trust as much as he tolerated.  

It was the shortstop’s idea to flaunt the young racist in front of his Roomie.  After seeing all the girls.  White, black, and others come in and out of their dorm room.  Shorty wanted to send Jerrod a message!  He didn’t mind him fornicating with his own kind.  But mixing the way he was taught was against the will of God.  There are some white girls you can’t touch!  Janice was the perfect example of Southern belle.

Her background and the County in Tennessee she hailed from was rumored to lynch race mixers.  And she expressed in passing conversation her disdain for minorities readily.  Even going so far as to express she would NEVER have sex with an n-word!  And as a matter of fact?  Any other white man to her was better than Jerrod!  Even if he was going to be rich.  She made sure Shorty knew in her eyes?  He was nothing compared to him.  And she would be more than willing to let him know IF, he ever tried anything.   

One night Janice waited in the Baseball dorm room for Shorty to get out of a late tutoring session, having been let in by one of the other players.  Jerrod walked out of the shower and into the room.  Removing his towel to wipe his eyes as soon as the door closed behind him and never noticing the young racist sitting in the corner speechless.     

Jerrod had grown as a 19-year-old Freshman from a lanky. 6’1 185 lbs to a 6’3. 210 lb man as a Sophomore who now threw close to 100 mph!  His dick was an almost obscene 10 inches and nearly as thick as a bottle of beer!  Janice sat in the desk chair near the window mesmerized by his body!  The thick, rippling abdominals with an extra set shorty didn’t have.  The way his dick lay limp against his leg like a club soft but, more significant than Shorty at full salute!  She wanted to speak or run out of the room but, her legs didn’t quite work at the moment.  All she could do was stare intently at the biggest cock she had ever seen and wished she was invisible.    


Jerrod jumped back once he realized he wasn’t alone.  Noticing the big-titted visitor sitting there transfixed.  Nipples are poking out through her usual rebel garb with a flushed face accompanying her open mouth.  Jerrod had seen that look before. 

“You fucking groupie ass white girls need to cut this shit out.  Get the fuck out!”

“What?” she barely voiced.

Janice registered the fact not only had she never been alone with Jerrod until now being a Good Southern girl that she was.  But in looking at his body, she began to wonder why!  She was turned on, and men didn’t usually give her this reaction!  The heightened moistness between her legs.  Increased body temperature.  Was she having a hot flash?  She never felt this way when Shorty clumsily thumbed his way across her body!  And she wondered when he would walk in?

“I don’t fuck racist bitches so, get the fuck out before I call security.  You can sit on the floor in the Hallway and wait for him.”

As Jerrod stared at her speechlessness.  He never attempted to cover himself once!  Shorty bragged about her pretty face and voluptuous white body Jerrod could never have because she “Doesn’t do Brothers.”  And he noticed her eyes never once looked up at his face.  Instead, she sat there staring directly into his dick!  His cock began to stir a bit at the thought of her stuttering mouth wrapped around his black cock and how nice it would be to teach Shorty a lesson.  There is no such thing as an untouchable pussy for Jerrod Pope!  And her state of indecision gave him confidence that perhaps Janice was reconsidering herself! 

Reaching for his cell on the bed, Jerrod decided to see how far he could take it.  Quickly, he took her picture and began to dial.

“You trying to get me in trouble?  Sneaking in here like a fucking groupie so you can claim I raped you or something?”

“No,” Janice replied.

“I don’t know.  You look like a groupie to me.  Titties all hard and shit!  I took your picture to show you can describe my dick because you were staring at it so hard!  And I’m calling campus security sort this out, just in case”.

“In case of what?”

“You the most racist chick I know.  I don’t trust you and me alone for a second isn’t some plot to ruin my life!  I need this shit documented.”

The thought of a report being written about what was happening snapped Janice back to her sensibilities.  He was, after all, the pride of State U!  Black or not.  They would believe him over her any day, and she would have to forever explain what she was doing in his room while he was naked.  A black man.  She could never live home again if it ever got out.  Jerrod was right.  She was a danger to him.  

But as he stepped closer to her?  His voice had become a whisper and his cock?  Was even closer to her wet mouth than she ever imagined she would be to any black man’s penis.  She could feel her arms moving up to touch it involuntarily.  Stroke it as if in a dream!  One in which they were the only ones left alive in the world, and it was her duty to repopulate the earth!  Her reasoning becoming more strange by the moment as her mouth opened and licked the crown head on the brown monster.  Tasting his pre-cum salty-sweet on her tongue.  As his large black hand grasped both her nipples across the Stars and Bars.  Before she knew it?  Her mouth was bobbing hard around the thickest, longest dick she ever invited onto her tongue!  And her cunt was dripping wet! 

Jerrod stood over her for a moment.  Camera in hand asking her what she was doing?  Telling her weakly to STOP as her head became more animated in its task.  Putting the phone down Jerrod pulled the woman’s shirt above her head.  Squeezing her pink areolas in each hand before rubbing his cock across her breasts for emphasis!  The drool came from the corner of Janice’s mouth as she barely caught her breath before Jerrod grabbed her Ponytail and pulled her head back before pressing his tongue into her mouth!  His soft, black man lips melting her inhibitions in a way never yet experienced in her young life! 

“Shorty says you don’t like black guys.  Looks like Shorty was wrong again.”

Kissing her deeper before removing his lips from hers.  Jerrod gave Janice her 1st of many commands to come.

“Take off those cutoffs and panties and beg me for it.”

With that.  Jerrod stood again and pushed his cock back into the depths of her throat.  This time, fucking her mouth with half of his total length.  While watching Janice struggle to remove her lower garments from her body! 

“You want this black dick in you?  Don’t you?”

Janice couldn’t respond except to nod with his stiffness, tickling her throat.  She had deep throated Shorty but felt Jerrod would choke her to death!  And besides?  Her pussy ached in anticipation for him!  Thinking had been replaced by a pure animal lust she had never known herself capable of!  Slurping her lips down to the tip she was able to murmur a barely audible.

“I do.”

With that, Jerrod lifted the woman out of her chair by the hair.  His mouth once more covering hers while her tongue lustfully explored his mouth like a horny Southern housewife begging for the attention her husband never gave her!  Janice was used to controlling men and their advances.  Putting their tiny cocks into her mouth and being rewarded almost immediately with a spurt of white gold on her tongue.  The time she had spent attempting to maneuver her tongue around his engorged rod was longer than any of her Boyfriends had ever lasted!  Janice was vulnerable.  Insecure about her own sexual ability to please a man like Jerrod.  But her body was willing to try!

“Get on Shorty’s bed and spread those white thighs.”

Her sensibilities seared at the suggestion but, her body just filed suit and Janice did as she was told.

“Damn.  You’re wet as fuck!  You want this?”

Embarrassed at the situation and wanting it to be over as quickly as possible.  Janice answered the increasingly demeaning tone of Jerrod accordingly.


“Please what you racist bitch!  Tell me what you want.  I want you to say it out loud!”

“Please.  Fuck me!”


“Please fuck me you black bastard!  Stop making me beg!”

The words hung in the air as Jerrod sat in his chair, holding his dick in his hand.  He and Shorty had a routine.  If one was otherwise engaged?  There was a code to send to stay away from the room.  Picking up the phone, Jerrod text the code to his roomie, triggering the extra time Jerrod would need to break Shorty’s girlfriend. 

“No thanks.  Get dressed and get the fuck out instead.  You don’t deserve this dick.”

Janice slipped her middle finger into her wet snatch as deeply as she could while leaning her mouth forward to try to make up for her mistake.  Her tongue reached out for Jerrod’s manhood when he reached behind her and snatched control of her head and her own free will.

“I said no.  You talk too fucking much, and you think I am here for you.  You need to learn your place.”

Pulling her head back away from his cock, Jerrod pulled Janice onto her white back and began to finger her pussy mercilessly!  Stopping only to smack her tits and face with her own juices before resuming the degrading treatment at his black hands!  Her body ached to be wrapped around him!  Her legs shook, looking for the rest of the invisible lover to cling too!  But his cock just out of reach of her mouth and her face smacked each time she tried to grasp it into her palm!  She wished she hadn’t said it!  Wanted nothing more than to make it right and change Jerrod’s mind about her!  But all she could think of to do was let him have his way, and maybe, he would forgive her.

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry”.

The words repeated over and over as Jerrod’s Black hands took over her will.

“I will never say anything like that again”!

Jerrod’s thumb entered her well-lubed ass at that moment.  Releasing a wave of pleasure throughout her body that she never thought possible!  She had been ass fucked before and loved it!  But never had anyone taken her like Jerrod! 

“I bet you won’t.”

With that, Jerrod climbed between her well-oiled legs and plunged himself as deep and hard as he could into her!  She felt a momentary pain as her hymen stretched to accommodate Jerrod.  And dug her nails deep into his shoulders as she became accustomed to the pleasure of the pain she felt before cumming again this time, loudly!”


The Southern Belle’s screams of ecstasy could be heard across the hall before Jerrod covered her mouth with his open, bare-hand.  Which she bit, kissed, sucked and kissed until her Orgasms subsided minutes later.  Jerrod stroked the woman’s love canal more rhythmically now.  Beginning a masterpiece assault of maneuvers that had Janice incrementally losing the will to do what she had been taught was right.  Resist.  Stop doing the very thing she was shown to never do in the 1st place!  Janice struggled to count how many times she shuddered beneath the weight of Jerrod’s heavy, black bat.  To focus on something else and embrace the strength of her home teachings and stop immediately.  But it really just felt too good!

No man had ever made Janice feel what she was feeling at that moment.   Janice believed no man ever could either.  As she looked up into what she was beginning to perceive as a beautiful beast of a man’s eyes in Jarrod.  Her walls were constricting and convulsing in waves and patterns Janice had never experienced before. Mainly when she masturbated, which was the only way she had ever orgasmed with a man.

A nice, fat cock in her mouth pulsating under the control of her tongue and throat.  Her fingers.  Between her legs exploring the heart of Dixie between them.  Diddling herself to her heart’s content while her mouth commanded the full power of a man until bang!  He came and soon, so did she.  Janice joy of the Oral delights convinced her she was one type of girl.  The kind of girl who all she needed to be happy was a good ole boy cumming on her sugar tits.  And his credit card!  But as her mind attempted to process the feelings, she was experiencing.  Janice began to question how she could ever not feel this way again.  And again.  And again.  

She imagined Shorty in the window peeking in.  It wouldn’t be the first time he peeked in on Jerrod’s exploits.  Seemingly, it was all he ever talked about when they were alone.   She suspected it turned him on thinking about the two of them together.  But wondered how he would feel actually seeing it!  She would be ashamed to have him walk in but thought.   Would she stop?  Would she?

Janice knew it was lust making her think this way.  That and the man’s chest hovering over her rhythmically pushing past her sensual limits!  Her body was being altered.  Changed with each passing moment.  And she knew from all of the talks of the white women in her hometown she was ruined forever!  She had heard the rumblings of the women in her quiet, Southern town.  The one’s about how some of them preferred sex with black men.  How some had left their families and positions for ones that were more like what she was experiencing each time Jarrod’s dick pressed her a bit deeper than ever before!  She couldn’t be one of “those girls” that everyone knew about.  But she also couldn’t pretend this wasn’t happening!

As Jerrod became more aggressive inside of her body, Janice could feel him growing!  She twisted about as her canal became so tight?  She strained against each ensuing swing of Jarrod’s bat!  Harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  And finally?  His warm juices released inside of her!  Janice mind wandered as she joined him in releasing herself further into a place she wouldn’t quickly leave, if ever.  The tension between the two of them released onto their bodies and for the 1st time ever.  Janice smiled at a black man.    

Jerrod stood and looked into Janice’s eyes as if she knew what was expected. 

“Not a drop of cum better hit this floor.” He halfway joked.

Janice looked at the wet, dripping dick and lunged forward beneath him.  Catching the drops on the sides of her face before placing the slippery, black cock comfortably into her mouth.  The taste of her own pussy and his seed intermingling in a way that made it seem like a gourmet treat!  Sitting in a pool of wet cum beneath her own bare, white ass on her boyfriend’s bed.  Janice felt ashamed at her actions.  But knew what had happened?  Was completely beyond her control.  She had no free will.  And she definitely didn’t hate black men anymore! 

Shorty found out a week later and moved out of their room.  He wanted to hit Jerrod but, knew physically he didn’t stand a chance against him, so he moved out of their shared space.  And Janice he called names she no longer cared about being called.  Even if he did jerk off for a week after thinking about it and spent the week after that?  Trying to get her back to no avail.

Janice decided she needed to repent for her former racist beliefs and came up with the idea of being a sex slave.  And for what she lacked in originality?  She made up for in effort!  But as she grew deeper and deeper into the fantasy.  There became less time for other things.  They mutually decided to go their separate ways and Janice moved on to a Basketball player who she eventually married and left the South with when he was Drafted into the NBA.  They rarely see each other now. 

As Jerrod admired the gift Janice sent him locked around the fans thighs he thought about the Southern Belle!  He almost came thinking about how lucky he truly was to have met her and cum on her tits.  His wife understood his desire to dominate women from time to time.  Even participating, setting most of his conquests up for him.  It was almost time for his 10-year reunion where he would get another crack at his delicious ex to show her what he had learned, and he couldn’t wait!  Cumming on a beautiful set of tits that brought back pleasant memories was all he needed this Saturday night.

What a Life.     

One look at her post-graduate life and Jessica knew, there had to be something else.

She arrived at the conclusion quite simply.  Back home.  Back to the “plan” which would see her married off to more of an old acquaintance than boyfriend soon enough.  White dress and all.  Committed to the entire charade.  Lock, stock and Double-Barrel!  Future Mother of the next generation of Whoever’s and more importantly.  Mother of that Clan to cum.  Father would be proud if, he was alive to see them together!  His little Nenya.  A nickname and last relic of his discarded culture.

Her mother was from better stock.  Dad paid his weight in earned gold many times over to be married to her.  While Irene slutted around town with every Tom, Dick and being honest?  They could all be named Dick!  Big ones.  Small ones.  Pairs.  Pussy-eaters.  Women pussy eaters.  Women with pussy to eat.  Mom had them all whenever and wherever she could.  She was just sexual and free in that way.

Dad was a trader and social climber.   So much so he took his wife’s name, Andrews, for the prestige and respect it demanded in money circles.  While Jessica looked like any other Raven-haired temptress.  Dad was full-blooded Puerto Rican and from a solid lower class family in the Bronx.   His mother had worked long hours to get him through Columbia where before graduation?  Jose changed his name to Joseph and slowly began to remove them and especially her, from his storyline completely.  There was still the yearly check.  Delivered by courier mail.   But the deal to marry Jessica’s mother as a young slut that no respectable man in her own circle would was clear.  No ties with your past.  So hardworking Joeseph was reborn as a suitable substitute.  A brilliant trader capable and willing, to reverse Jessica’s grandfather’s mistakes and preserve the family name and trust.  Jessica was the genetic lottery winner and Heiress of immense potential.

Her mother hated him.  Thought he was beneath her and would never have even slept with him to bear her.  But for a time?  He was all that was available thanks to her Grandfather’s intervention and good planning.  Knowing his daughter’s tendencies to all things Taboo.  The betrothed had been 1st introduced through his employment as her Tutor.  Forbidden fruit is the most delicious Grandfather reasoned Joseph would mount his Daughter perhaps within minutes.  And as an added incentive.  There was a ruse which restricted her comings and goings a few days before her lessons began.  Making entertaining Irene’s usual suitors impossible for a few days.  Like his mother.  And her mother before her Irene was a lusty woman.  Incapable of going without for any significant period of time.   A maid altering her birth control made the fertile 20-year-old an even easier target.  A truth her mother never knew. 

Like the audition, Joeseph endured which had included a vigorous fucking session with Grandfather’s own secretary and well-paid sex servant.  It was a different time and long ago.  When women had few options for employment and fewer outlets for any sexual deviancies they might harbor inside of their own hearts.  But a story Jessica had been told by the woman herself who was still in Grandfather’s employ until recently retired by Jessica herself.  Which is another story?    

What was expected from Jessica at a young age was not much.  Father was never around.  Leaving her mother the Freedom to experience a liberal sex life she would never hide from her daughter.  Nymphomaniacs apparently, ran in the family and especially through the women.  And Mrs. Andrews was just behaving much as her own mother had.  It was a part of the marriage pact Joe cut with Jessica’s grandfather.  For his daughter’s protection.  While Jessica grew up watching her Father pretend not to care his wife was sleeping around because if he didn’t?  He would lose everything.  Joseph was given control of everything else.  The money.  The companies.  And his Mistress.  But not her.  And they lived happily ever after?  Until his death about a year ago.

At their small estate and men would come and go or stay at Jessica’s mother’s whim and that hardly changed.  While alive Dad would mostly sleep in the Pool House when he did come home.  Since Jessica’s mother had no set time for entertaining guests, the arrangement was easier to bear that way.  Especially after one began keeping longer hours than the others.

Ron Walker.

The married neighbor whose estate was directly across the street from the Andrews home.  The one man all of the local housewives wanted.  Until Ron preferred the company of her mother Irene, best.  She was, after all, a true redhead with all of the advertised crazy associated with it!  Not the youngest woman but, uninhibited and unafraid.  Sexually adventurous and more than enough woman for any group of men!  One usually didn’t stand a chance until him.  But Jessica knew what his cock looked like almost as well as her mother!  Because he was perverted and shameless in his usage of her around what Jessica considered Father’s house.  And young Jessica hated him for it.

More times than Jessica could remember she would come home and find Ron fucking Mom.  Sometimes in her pussy.  Most times not in a bed.  Most times in some form of submissive bondage gear with incredibly complex components and constrictions that usually left her unable to move.  There would be marks on her naked body at times.  Hoods that put into question whether it was Irene or not beneath the cloth covers that often didn’t allow cohesive speech.  Truth was.  Whenever Mother entertained Ron, there was usually nothing between the leech and Jessica beyond the wet cock he often was pushing in and out of her mother!  But apparently, it was a line he wasn’t ready to cross.  Yet.

“Still a virgin.”

Jessica didn’t have to ask what Ron meant whenever he asked.  He was taunting her with long deep strokes into her mother.  She had heard him promise her to “treat her girl right.” In whispers and screams of ecstasy as well as any time he felt like torturing Jessica.  She knew how hard she was when he said it!  Knew they were talking about Jessica?  Her body and what must be her growing desire to be fucked by a man.  Reasoned it wouldn’t be long before she would ask Ron to take her. 

Jessica would watch in amazement from the shadows.  Wonder why her mother would shake so when Ron would mention her daughter being deflowered by him.  Until one day, Jessica stepped out of the shadows they all knew she was hiding in.  Looking into both of their eyes as if she knew their secrets.  Panting and sweating against one another Ron felt his meat swell at the young girl’s bravado and immediately came inside of her Mother.  And she turned and left.  Jessica remembered that day every day. 

Visions of Irene moaning like a pleasured beast beneath his long, thick dicked fucking. Seeing her mother ravaged in front of her eyes while the sounds of her depravity echoed through the halls of her Father’s home.  Around the corners.  Hidden inside of the curtains.  Imagining the young girl once intrigued possibly aroused at the sights he afforded her.  That was how Ron thought.  Taking over everything in his sight and dominating it completely until there was nothing left was his nature.  Jessica’s mother was no exception or prize to him without the future promise of Jessica.  Irene was wet and warm and willing to seemingly give him anything.  But Jessica was the prize he wanted.  But she was building up an immunity. 

While her father worked himself to death in the attempt to consistently prove he belonged.  Mother fed her carnal lusts while becoming enslaved to her weakness.   Entertaining multiple men in his home at Ron’s whim while Jessica swore to herself she would never have those problems.  She wasn’t like either of them.  Her weakness was her strength.  And Jessica wasn’t about to be controlled by anyone.

After the confrontation, she decided to move mostly to Manhattan, to her Grandfather’s.  Reaching out to her Father’s family, she began to get to know her “other side” Her culture.  Who she was.  Spending hours in her teens masturbating alone and losing her virginity to a beautiful but strong classmate’s strap-on.  Women taught her to control her growing sensual urges to be sexual with men and playing with her pussy taught her how to understand herself better than any person could!  Free to become a whole woman not attached by a sexual urge, like her Mother. 

Controlling her physiology before it became too great for her to control became Jessica’s intense focus.  Her background became her guide and her parents her examples of what not to do.  Jessica knew what she was becoming by the time she turned 17.  And New York was the perfect playground to experiment in.

Driven by Ron’s inappropriate advances to her at a young age Jessica could now admit had excited and driven her metamorphosis.  But she was repulsed at his actions she deemed to slight her Father.  And what about the other girls?  Ones she didn’t know but was sure he would try to fuck?  Some who couldn’t just move away?  She had just graduated College at the ripe age of 18 years old.  A prodigy and keeper of secrets at a young age who knew what she wanted.  Now she just had to take it!

After the funeral, Jessica was back at her Father’s home.  When everyone finally left was when she would take the rest of what was hers.  It was 7pm, and the stragglers were more considering who would console whom and where!  While Jessica removed her mourning dress.  Panties and bra.  And slipped into another black dress that barely covered her voluptuous tanned bottom.  Everyone exited the mansion floor level, and Ron and Jessica began their ascent into the Master Bedroom.    

The dress fabric clung to her round tits and lifted her nipples with their silky sensation generators.  She never walked around her Mother’s home in this manner before.  Mostly because Ron could see her burgeoning body through a fur coat and it wasn’t necessary to attract him.  Today she wanted control.

The desire to feel him or any other pulsating cock inside of her pulsating womb was growing with every passing moment.  But Jessica wanted more than a fuck!   Needed more.  In the end, Jessica was nothing like her mother.  Jessica was in control of everything around her.  Even her Grandfather.

The coldest bastard in the world who seemingly loved Jessica more than money.  Teaching her the lessons of life he never could teach his own daughter became late in life joy.  He saw himself as influencing her in his own image, as much as he could.  And protected her interests as if they were his own.  Giving her latitude over matters he would never grant her mother so when Jessica’s Father passed?  Jessica was the Lord of the manor and given control of the estates.  The stocks.  The cash.  The property and overseas portfolio.  And most importantly, her Grandfather.  The Love he shunned all of his life from his flesh and blood made him break his own Father’s rule and trust a woman.  He sat in his Apartment in Manhattan cut off from the world except for the occasional visit from a well-paid escort.  His one joy in life knowing that his Jessica was ready to make things right.    

Jessica had graduated High School at 15.  Columbia at 18.  And Ron only knew her from the shape of her thighs and his desire to have her riding him!  Spending most of her time in her Grandfather’s Manhattan residence broke his heart more than Irene’s.  And he hoped the older girl would not put up a fight once he was done with her mother.  As he tied Irene to the wall restraints attached over the Bed he knew he needed to use as many toys on her as possible to wear Irene down so that he could approach his goal.  Jessica. 

The funeral was the 1st time he saw her as an adult woman, and Jessica was gorgeous!  Long legs and a perfect, plump bottom.  Breasts full and like the Latina women from her Father’s side she had sought out.  Thicker hips than the usual 120 lb woman!  And her eyes.  Deep pools of emerald that made her look almost catlike.  It hardly mattered he imagined some young punk had gotten to her 1st!  He wanted to make his mark the last she would ever want! 

He placed a mask over Irene’s head and placed the 7in vibrator into her already wet vagina under her nightgown.  There was a line at the base which allowed him to slip enough fabric into the base to keep it fastened inside of her.  And a remote control that allowed him to control it from across the room. 

“Are you ready to give yourself to me now Irene.”

“I have always been yours.”

Turning up the vibrator to full speed.  Ron never allowed Irene a chance to adjust. 

“You have always been a terrible liar.”


The lash flashed across her ass with a slight tinge of pain.  Just the way Irene liked it!  She had gained some weight over the years, but all of the sex had kept her body young and firm in most places!  She loved nothing more than to be punished for her ways!  And Ron was the best at being bad to her Irene had ever met! 

After a few moments, Ron returned to her wet pussy to twist the vibrator back and forth before removing it completely!  Irene could feel the air around her puffed pussy lips as her body pulsated from the sensations,  But only for a moment.  Until the tip was pushed into her open ass.

“This is where I am going to cum.”


Her weak reply an admission as much as anything of her desire to be fucked in what she felt was her weakest spot of her body!  Ron knew she would cum and pass out under the girth of his 9 inches!  But she was powerless to resist. 

“Please, Ron.  Fuck my pussy 1st!”

Ron smiled as he considered momentarily her request before reaching around her body and rolling her nipples between his fingers.  Pushing the vibrator back in between her wet lips and aiming his dick directly into her dirty hole instead.

“How about both?”

Ron began to furiously fuck the defenseless widow for the next 5 minutes.  Straining himself not to cum at the thought of subduing a hopefully sleeping young Jessica next much in the same way.  Some punk may have ruined her honey pot by having the 1st taste.  But her ass was probably unexplored, and Ron wanted her virginity any way he could get it!  Unaware she was watching them from the door all along. 

As Jessica approached quietly behind them, Irene began to fade into submission.  As Ron came in her ass  deeply.  Coating and covering the pain inside her with his own warm ointment.  Jessica felt her consciousness fading deeper and deeper.  She was accustomed to sleeping this way.  Head covered, and arms extended above the bed.  Usually, Ron would fill her dripping wet pussy with his man juice and push the vibrator into on low.  She could feel his juice dripping around it slowly as he would let her rest.  Coming back when he felt the urge to further dominate her will.  And sometimes, she would fall asleep that way.   

As Jessica watched from the door.  Drink in hand she wondered to herself.  How many times had she come home to see a mask over her mother’s head and three or four men waiting their turn with their cocks out in the Living Room as a pre-teen?  All of that started after she met Ron.  When Ron took control.  Ron was mostly responsible for Mom’s depravity.  At least that was how Jessica saw things.  She wondered what it was like to be her mother.  So consumed with lust and desire that nothing else matters.  For the 1st time in her young life, Jessica felt something she never had for Irene.  Envy.

As Irene began to relax and fell into what Jessica imagined was an uncomfortable sleep.  Jessica began to make her move.  She slipped the heels she carried in her hands onto her feet and turned to leave the room.  Knowing Ron would hear her steps and reason it could only be her.  There were at least 30 steps between her Mother’s bedroom and her own.  And by step 15, she could feel his eyes upon her legs and ass.  By step 25?  She sensed Ron’s close proximity to her frame.  And by 35?  She had grasped his hand blindly, turned and locked the door behind them.  Excited the moment had arrived.

Turning to kiss Ron.  Jessica could feel the heat welling up inside of her body.  She knew from watching him with her mother he didn’t like to kiss.  He would grab his Mother’s throat whenever she tried.  The wet feeling of his tongue as it hungrily slid inside of her young mouth was enough to stir his manhood and excite her to the point of Orgasm!  She knew she had him.  Jessica wrapped her fingers around his cock as their lips became unlocked before bending over to slowly lick and kiss the tip of his stick.

“Mmmmm.” She purred.

“I need to wet my whistle a bit more before I can really dive in.”

Walking towards the table in her room where she slowly poured two drinks into separate glasses.  Jessica turned to face him and seductively walk back to where Ron stood in place.  Handing him the drink, she turned her back to him.  Inviting him to remove the dress from her body. 

“First finish the Scotch.  Then?  You can finish me.  K?”

Ron swigged the glass as if it were water!  Barely stopping to swallow as he pulled the dress off of her body.  Not concerned with ripping the thousand-dollar frock from her frame.

“You think you can tell me what to do little girl?”

Smiling with her back turned to him.  Jessica pretended to be taken off guard but, she knew the routine better than most!  Turning to face him.  Jessica dropped to her knees and engulfed his prick into her mouth in one smooth effort. Down to the hilt momentarily as she smiled inside at her well-practiced oral skills did their work on the dirty old man. She felt it stiffen and grow and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. 

“Tell me how long you have wanted this.  Wanted me.” She asked in a childlike voice.

“And I’ll tell you.”


“How long I have waited for this moment.”

The wetness surrounding his cock was increasing in waves with each downward stroke of her tongue.  It was the 1st time she ever sucked a real cock.  But she had practiced this moment many times watching porn while sucking on a lifelike dildo she purchased that reminded her of him.  She was a practiced professional of sorts.  Who gripped Ron’s ass tight in her hands like it was a life preserver.  Pulling his balls against her chin and sticking her tongue between them periodically.  Ron looked down and caught her eyes looking back up at him and immediately began to cum!  It was as quick a second explosion as he had experienced in years!  And as he looked down at the inexperienced unbeknownst to him cocksucker who had just drained him with awe.  How could this be! 

Standing up, Jessica smiled at Ron and began to walk away from him.  Swaying her supple ass even more confidently than usual.  It was her 1st time ever sucking the real thing, and she hadn’t expected him to cum inside of her mouth.  But for Jessica, it had been a pleasant surprise.   Ron 1st noticed her hair had been dyed darker now.  And it made him wonder about her young, tight pussy and if it was fire red, like her mother’s who was tied up in the next room still, sleeping it all off.   But Ron was spent and had nothing to offer the young woman.  Or did he.

“I saw you with Mother earlier. Scotch, right?”

Pouring two drinks, Jessica slipped the liquid Viagara she had purchased into Ron’s drink.  Before turning to face him once more.  Her bountiful bosom is tempting the older man to touch.  Handing him the drink while lifting her own glass to her lip.  Emerald eyes focused on him the entire time. 

“You may need some recovery time. You aren’t a young buck anymore now, are you Ron?”

Jessica knew Ron’s ego better than he knew himself.  Knew he wouldn’t let a woman, no, a girl, have the upper hand!  Ron pounded the drink down and walked over to the edge of the bed where Jessica sat.  Legs open.  Taunting him with bright red panties and supple thighs. 

“Like mother like daughter.”

Ron wrapped her hair in his hand and in so, lifted Jessica off of the bed and startling her!  Her young heart raced at how powerful this seemingly soft man was!  With his free hand, Ron smacked the young girls tits so hard across the nipples her pussy shook!  Almost making Jessica loose consciousness as she came!  Is this what he meant? 

“I bet you like it rough like her too.”

He continued to paw at her nipples roughly, and Jessica began to recognize her dilemma.  She wanted to finish him off, but…it felt so good, and she found herself powerless to resist!  It wasn’t going according to her plan now but, as his fingers now reached into her panties and seemingly immediately found her wet clit to squeeze so hard, she screamed Jessica recognized her plan was flawed.  She knew Ron wanted her.  But she had underestimated her lusts for him as well!  All it would take would be a few more moments under his control, and she would change her mind!  And then he spoke again.

“Your Daddy would be proud.”

The sneer on his face was exactly the same sneer she had seen whenever he saw the lights from her Father’s car enter the roundabout.  It always made him pound mother harder.  Hard enough for her Father to hear her moans outside.  Jessica found herself in that moment and looked down to see Ron’s tool engorged with blood.  Harder and longer than she had ever seen it from the shadows and wider than when it was in her mouth what seemed like just moments ago!  She knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

The words were soft so she said it again.  This time, much louder.

“Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck me hard anywhere you want!”

Ron thought for a moment about his impressive burst of stamina!  His heart was racing at the thought of finally fucking his prize!  Not wanting to ruin the moment, he raised his arm attached to Jessica’s hair and with his free hand, removed her panties after smacking her ass and flinging her onto the bed in impressive fashion!   His heart beating as her ass rose instinctively to welcome him in. 

Ron could see the nipples on her 36 C’s pointing downward between the triangle that her legs created.  His 10 inches swelled above his empty balls in anticipation.  He knew she was nervous and probably, a bit scared of it!  And it excited him more!  His heart was beating fast.  Faster than the 1st time he had ever had sex!  Faster than the 1st time he had fucked his best friend’s wife!  He wanted to sit and catch his breath but, couldn’t find a good enough reason why!  Ron climbed between her legs and positioned himself behind her.  Pointing the tip of his manhood directly at her seemingly tiny pussy!  He couldn’t wait any longer!

“Be gentle.  I’m a virgin.” She cooed.

And technically Jessica was telling the truth.  She had experiences with women but, beyond the vibrators, she frequently enjoyed but, had not used in the two weeks since her Father had been hospitalized with his stroke.  Jessica never let a male enter her precious pussy!  Ron was to be her 1st

“Stop lying bitch.”

Pushing into her tight snatch, Jessica couldn’t help but cum again!  Ron pushed deeper.  Still deeper.  Till Jessica felt his light balls slap against her thighs!  Ron was breathing hard.  Harder than she had ever heard him from the shadows and she could feel his sweat every time their hips slapped together!  She knew it wouldn’t be long now and Jessica began backing up to meet his strokes enthusiastically.

“You like my pussy?”

He couldn’t answer.  His throat was tight, and his heart was beating, and Ron probably should have stopped to catch his breath.  But he couldn’t.  He needed to tame Jessica.  She was too feisty beneath his massive cock and Ron wasn’t one to acquiesce to any woman and definitely not a slut’s daughter.  He could feel his hard cock separated from the rest of his body.  And soon looked down upon himself as he pounded Jessica from one Orgasm to the next until it happened.  Ron felt himself swell inside of her and shoot what was left of his cream deep inside of her! 

Jessica looked back and saw Ron laying on the edge of the bed.  Mouth open with a stupid smile!  His cock was still hard and wet as she cleaned it with a moist towelette.  Collected the items and threw them in the burning fire downstairs.  Upon walking upstairs, she could see the Drug had done its job.  Ron was gone.  Mentally. 

As Jessica dragged the man down the marble hallway on the sheet mixed with their juices to her Mother’s suite.  She felt sexier than she ever had!  Rolling him off of the fabric and onto the floor.  She could see her mother stirring from her slumber on the bed.  This time in sneakers, Jessica quietly exited the Bedroom.  Confident that whatever consequence that would come would not come to bear on her.  As she locked her Bedroom door behind her after changing her sheets and placing them in the laundry. 

Mother would eventually get help, and it was pretty clear.  Ron had a stroke during one of their more vigorous sessions, and no one would want this investigated.  Especially not Ron’s wife.  Who most assuredly would take control of all he had amassed immediately, if not sooner.  As Jessica drove away all she could think about was her Father.  Would he be proud or at least, satisfied Ron would live out the rest of his years as a vegetable?  Was there more to do?  Or would he even care?   

As Jessica drove away, she remembered his daughter, Jane.  Wondered how she would feel about losing her philandering father?  Would she even miss him like she missed her own all of these years?  Or had she done Jane a favor by fucking her father to death? 

Wouldn’t it be interesting to find out?