“Sophie, yes…more…so close,” Randle said, his balls slapping while he rocked my cunt again, my senses had regrouped, the tale of pristine Sophie getting gang banged, peaked my sensations.
“JESUS YES!” I exclaimed, my orgasm rising, holding…”OHHHH!”
“Christos lined up and and he fucked and bucked me, oh a good 20 minutes or so before climaxing completing the ritual they would perform on Gennie next,” He came inside, and the three watched as Cynthia and Gennie came forward, kissing above me, and then sharing my cunt, their tongues cleaning me out.”
“FUCCCCCKKKK!! YESSSS! CUMMMMING!!!!!!” Randle exclaimed.
“YESSSSSS!” I exclaimed orgasming with Randle, looking over at Sophie who looked 21 again, smiling, her legs crossed, watching the sex in front of her like she watched it 55 years ago.
————————————————————————————————-The Virgin:
In Amanda’s Voice
My nipple throbbed the rest of the day, the bite mark Mistress Izzy put on it that morning all but punctured the skin, the clamps and weights stretching them, her clit, she was sore in all the right places.
“I don’t hate it,” I said about the hoop piercing through both sides of the hood over my clit, Nikki asking what I thought. “Tashia wanted a ball stud.”
Nikki let me sleep then brought cloths to me when Izzy went to work. She needed help at Pedlars and I had waited tables before and could use the money to get my parents off my back.
“I can’t wait to see the tattoo,” I said having not seen it in a mirror before getting dressed, though not as excited about being marked forever under my ass.
“I’d have thought you’d be a little pissed,” Nikki said, her hand running up my back and to my shoulder while I studied the menu. “You really don’t have to memorize this by tonight.”
I had always been drawn to older women, Tashia was 29 when we met and 31 when we split. Nikki was in her mid-30s and Jill, well I guess she’s got MILF status so the age doesn’t matter at this point, though she’d faded to back having passed me off to Izzy, the 18 soon to be 19 year-old.
“What else do I have to do, really?” I said, Izzy’s tank holding my breasts in nicely, the braiding Nikki did to my longer hair adorable, her hands in my hair nearly making me climax just to the touch of her fingers in my scalp.
“Do you understand what this weekend is about,” Nikki asked, moving away from me, looking over her shoulder, her side boob amazing, her tight ass in her shorts combined with the grin and look back, I was smittin’
“Simple, I’m your daughter’s submissive and there will be a hella lotta sex, bondage and torture going on,” I started. “My Dad is somehow trying to lead this whole deal and my virginity is going to be up for sale or something…”
“Yeah, that simple,” Nikki eyes were wide and on me, her expression, flirtatious. “You are so new to the game, you can sit this one out, just say the word.”
I was getting tired of the whole virginity discussion. I would argue for hours with Tashia how she owned my cherry, and that her fucking me buckled into her strap-on DID count. She wanted to see me with a man, it was really the beginning of the end because she wanted us to share the man she eventually left me for six months later.
“Do I have say in the moment?” I asked.
“Honey, you always have say,” Nikki said, moving to me. “You always have choice.”
Nikki’s hand went to my hand, her lips moved closer, eyes directly into mine.
“It’s Izzy, myself, Jill, who don’t have say in moments like these,” Nikki said breathy her chest heaving up and down fast. “You are SO desirable.”
I was a master at decoding between the line conversations, the decision for everything was with the submissives when given opportunity. I quickly made up my mind one something, my hand moving up her torso to her chest, resting there, I leaned in for our first kiss.
Nikki’s head turned, my lips pressing against hers, so soft and full, longer than her daughter Izzy’s or Carla’s, she moved her hands to my face, leaning up since I was taller. The kiss was gentle but controlled, her mouth turning over mine, then the tongue inside my mouth. She moved her face back and slid her hands to my waist, tugging at the shorts that fit me, hers.
“After this weekend I may have to make a play for you,” Nikki said, moving to my neck and kissing me there, sucking a little like she was going to give me a hickie, then whispering. “I’m your type, I know it…”
My eyes were closed and she disengaged, my hands out like I was still holding her, I opened to see a pleased with herself woman, swaying her hips, waiting for some sort of response.
“I like it you want to throw your hat into my ring,” I jested referring to the piercing still a little sore.
We giggled, connected on a side hug and went back to work, the other staff members arriving, breaking the spell. I met Alice, a server of five years, who showed me the ropes and by the end of the evening I was handling my own tables during the rush and afterwards.
“Great work Rookie!” Nikki said then snapped my ass with a wet towel.
“OWWwww! Shit!” I wailed, it sincerely hurt. “I hope there’s more where that came from. Owww!”
“You better believe there is,” Nikki said, getting a side eye from Alice.
“Okay…” Alice said with a pause and then turned to finish her dishes.
“You’d better get to Carla’s place, Izzy has been blowing up my phone tell me to let you off,” Nikki said, then realizing I’d been up most of the last 24 hours. “Girl, I’ll text her you need some sleep.”
“I’m good,” I quipped quickly, though feeling the exact opposite. “I keep hearing the word ‘trust’…”
“I trust my daughter is pretty self-involved and may not remember. There, I texted her so she at least knows,” Nikki said, pulling me into her office, kissing me again, her arms pulling me tight into her body, her breasts sliding just under mine. “Are you up to seat dropping in the middle of the whole event Saturday night?”
In THAT moment my lust for Jill 100% switched over to Nikki, her eager, energetic, wanton eyes looking at my face, my body, wanting what I wanted in that moment.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, hoping to get some assurance.
“Trust, right?” Nikki said smiling.
“For Fucks Sake, really?” I had heard that word enough. “Whom am I to trust? What the fuck, seriously?”
“I’ll tell you this, if you follow my suggestion, you will get your pick of the dommes AND likely end up somewhere in the inner circle. That means money, that means you don’t have work for me, though I want you close by,” Nikki said, her hand sliding into my hand. “You are my golden ticket and I will take you with me if you trust.”
“Trust….trust…trust…” I said, my head down, then moving fast into her body, my hands all over her face, my mouth planting on hers, my tongue rammed deep into her mouth, trying to suck the life out of her lungs, crawl into her skin. Releasing her mouth, taking a deep breath, “Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..What do I need to do Mistress?”
I bowed my head, took a step back and knelt on the floor.
Stepping forward, she placed her hand on my head, “Batach, is yiddish for to trust and I hearby give you this name, to come into full effect at Midnight, November 1st, Sunday morning.”
I looked up, my eyes big, wanting a little more.
“For now I will coach my daughter, unaware of our union here,” Mistress Nikki stated. “Do EXACTLY as she says until the time you are mine.”
She pulled an order sheet from her apron laying on the table, and wrote exactly what she just declared. Signing the bottom, guiding me to my feet, and I signed, then she reached for the med kit, pulling out a finger pricker and puncturing her finger, dotting the signature with her blood. I held mine out, turned away, she did the same and applied my blood besides mine.
“Batach…” She said, kissing me and sending me off to Mistress Izzy, dialing her on the phone.
“She’s leaving now,” Nikki said watching me leave, I gave a kind wave.
————————————————————————————————-The Slut:
In Mel’s Voice
“Do you miss your husband, Sophie?” Stupid question, but I wanted a point of reference for her to join me in a discussion.
“Every damn day,” Sophie said, laying across my lap, we had fallen asleep together almost immediately after Randle left us. It was a private room, so the cleaning crews left us alone, having to reset everything for Saturday night. “We met because of Woodstock.”
She had told us that she had become pregnant, getting morning sickness right when she expected, “no surprise, I took so many cocks, mostly Christos, but the other two multiple times.”
Sophie said Christos fled to his parents villa’s in Europe, Joshua nearly committed suicide by alcohol and Jarius wanted to marry her. She did a paternity test with Christos and it showed he was the father.
“There were two others who I never would have tracked down,” she said. “I was dancing on acid to Jefferson Airplane, a dress on, no underwear, I just bent over and let the man I was dancing with fuck me, still swaying to the music, no one around really noticing, it was happening everywhere. The next was waiting for the bathroom, his cock was long just standing there, I took it and whatever it had been inside in my mouth, then he pushed me against a tree.”
“Wow…” was all I could say.
She continued by saying her doctor, when getting treated afterwards for a number of sexual related injuries and then her pregnancy, asked her out after transferring her as a patient to the baby doctor.
“I didn’t do well the first semester of my senior year,” Sophie said, her hand on my knee, her head leaning against mine. “We went super, super slow, like real dates and got to know each other. He was almost 10 years older than me, kind and amazing looks. Played football in college.”
Sophie said the baby came and he was very involved, helping her some financially, though her parents were good and made sure she finished college. He whisked her away to Paris on the anniversary of their first date, and they made love for the first time that night.
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