The Jordan Challenge Ch. 02: A Pet is Born

Literotic asexstories – The Jordan Challenge Ch. 02: A Pet is Born by stealth311,stealth311
“What the fuck is the problem? When we talked about this, you said you like cock. Now… what? You look like a virgin nun, and honestly, at least a virgin nun would be able to get him off, as fucked up as that reality is? What the fuck, Pet?!?”

Stephanie is showing her frustration, which is not in her nature in any capacity. She is not happy for sure and does not enjoy looking bad on behalf of another, least of all with Big Daddy. She has been trying to get him to cum and he kept looking over to Stephanie to solve the problem. Jordan knew she wasn’t performing up to her expectations and began to internalize and panic.

Panic makes for an awful blowjob.

Jordan’s Disney/Pixar doe eyes are filled with tears. Being butt ass naked, sobbing enough to make her tits bounce, and eyes like a racoon, it does make a sort of hot mess. Stephanie looks at her for a moment in a seedy light.

“Ok, first, pull yourself together. Not even joking, let’s be real, this is not good. Be honest with me right now, is this something you want?” Stephanie can see her draw the breath to push out a fast answer and stops her in her tracks by putting her own hand over the pet’s mouth. “No, think before you answer this time… Seriously. Is this what you want or not?”

The tears begin to well in Jordan’s Disney/Pixar doe eyes again. Stephanie’s shoulders slump. Jordans head drops to continued sighing and jiggling.

“Jordan, my beautiful Pet. We need a solution here. Am I going back in there to finish your job, or are you?” Stephanie can see the sobs slowing down, but her eyes are still drawn to the flesh. She reaches over to caress Jordans left breast and lightly run the back of her hand graze the soft nipple to tighten it.

Jordan throws her head back, eyes closed. She slowly opens them to see the light on the ceiling, admiring the fixture for a moment. Ceiling fixtures get too little credit, and this black marble fixture was elegant and particularly special. Jordan lingers in this pose for a moment or two before bringing her head back down to Stephanie. One very deep breath enters and leaves her body, heaving her breast into Steph’s hand. Steph spreads her fingers to allow the nipple in between them, then she tightens on it for a pull. Their eyes lock into each other.

“I want this.” Jordan’s Disney/Pixar doe eyes have transformed to an intense look. Jordan seemingly has a switch.

“What do you want?” Stephanie asks.

“Cum.” Simple and quick. Steph offers a look of ‘are you sure’. “No, I apologize, Master.” Jordan stands straight as a pin, staring straight forward. “I want to be ‘Pet'”.

“Good girl. Right answers.” Stephanie needed her to get fully back in the role. “On your knees, Pet.” Jordan dropped to her knees, sits on her hands, puts her head back and sticks her tongue out. “Good girl. This time, you don’t go back in there until you are covered in discipline. “Go.”

Jordan leans forward tongue first to get to her prize. Stephanie only obliges enough to turn her right knee outward to allow easier access. Within minutes, Stephanie was streaming her discipline straight into her Pet’s mouth. Thinking that was not enough, Steph stays in place, half petting halt reigning her head using fists of hair, and goes for a second orgasm that she squirts all over her human sex toy like a dog marking her territory.

Jordan, dripping from her nose, as well as her elbows, hair, and ears, wears the liquid like a badge of pride. The look in her eyes has changed. Feeling the warm liquid on her body triggers something from deep within her. She looks up at the pussy standing in front of her and longs for it.

Stephanie extends her index finger under her Pet’s chin and lifts it up, bringing her to her feet and face to face. “Good. I see her now. No more fucking around, got it?” Eyes locked in looking straight ahead, the Pet nods. “Turn around, touch your toes, ass in the air.” The Pet complies, gaining her ten very hard, sharp smacks over both ass cheeks.

The Pet has learned by now to not move until directed to, so she remains in the position. The soft hand rubs the closer cheek, allowing her finger to roam and explore. The middle digit rubs up and down the length of her folds teasing entry, but mostly to better share the moisture.

“I don’t care how deep you need to get into your soul. Find the daddy who neglected you. Find the football player who diddled you. Remember the filthy thought that made you orgasm rubbing up against a pillow. I don’t care what made you cum before you became my Pet. I need you to find that dirty thought, turn on your slut, and go in there and be his whore. If this takes you more than five minutes to turn him on, get him hard, be whatever he needs to be, and swallow every drop…. WITHOUT MY HELP….”

The Pet nods.

“No, wait. Don’t swallow, tell him with your mouth full that you need to deliver his load to me fully intact, not one drop shy of topped off.”

The Pet nods.

“GO!!!” Stephanie screams, followed by a long arm swing…. SMAAAACK!!!!

The Pet hopped into step as she scurried off. The ass was made to scurry…

Entering the bedroom again the lights were low, and the naked man seemed to have dozed off. She knew that she was getting this out of him even if he was wrapped in an astronaut’s suit, locked in a safe, buried under a dragon’s lair… within a volcano…. This couldn’t be so tough.

In her Pet Training, she learned from Stephanie that slow and sloppy is always a winner for a starter, so she thought she would start there and see what happened. She pulled the sheet back, put her face on, and sidled up to him in bed.

His cock was for lack of a better term, pretty. It is longer than most, thick and manly in the shaft with a large, purple mushroom head. Even it its natural, unaroused state, that shit was just pretty.

Using her nails to glide over his torso, letting him know she was there, she glided a light touch down his stomach to grab his tool with a firm grip. Holding it within her grasp, she leans in to lick and suck on the head, drooling as much as she could as she goes.

Time was essential and she knew she was being watched. Jordan had no choice but to make this happen fast. Feeling him shifting underneath leads to his hips pushing forward some. Jordan takes that as the invitation into her throat, so she enables it, taking the opportunity on her next downward move to fully engulf him to the hilt. She had been practicing on her dildo and had mastered the art of taking it into her throat while simultaneously sticking her tongue out to wag whatever it can reach. This becomes increasingly more difficult as the blood flows. Her training is paying off.

Diving down for a good choke, she holds it longer than she should. As she was about to retreat and pull off, his hand reached down, holding her head steady.

“If you can get that tongue out, you can also breathe through your nose. Allow it.” She relaxes her anxiety and finds the muscle allowing her to breathe out of her nose as he takes control of the process. Of course he allowed her to breathe, and of course, he still fucked her face.

“Good. Better. Drool if you need to. Use it with your hand. Never forget the balls.”

The Pet’s Pet complies.

The Big Daddy reaches down with his other hand to grab the other side of her head, adding a more aggressive and deliberate pumping motion to his hips. He fucks her throat without care or question. She is a sloppy mess.

Jordan the debutante is now wearing the costume of ‘Pet’, snot running from her nose and saliva covering her everything else, she has fully given into the moment, being used as needed. Focused on her work, additional hands run on her body. She is positioned on all fours. Her wet ass is smacked again, leading to a soft whimper each time.

“Don’t you dare bite down on that. Understood?” Stephanie’s head goes for the clit. Her Pet whimpers again. Fingers spreading her lips apart, bringing her clitoris out further for attention.

“AHHHHnmmmmmmmmMMMmmmmm…..” is all she can cry.

While Big Daddy takes control of Pet’s Pets head, Stephanie is now also having her way with her Pet’s pussy, face deep, lapping for all she is worth. Jordan’s climax is charging fast, and she has submitted to a generic fuck toy, being whatever is needed of her.

“This ass, Big Daddy. This ass is just killing me.” SMACK (muffled whimper) SMACK (puppy yelps)!!!!”

“Is she good with the pussy?” He asked as though the toy was inanimate or not physically present.

Lifting her head up with a happy surprised look, “Yes, actually. She only needed some experience and encouragement.”

Grabbing two large handfuls of hair and lifting up, drool falls down from her mouth. He turns her head to face him.

“Pet tells me that your test was Fabrizio? In your own words, bonus points for slutty descriptors, tell me what happened.” Steph, with face glazed over like a donut, sits back and fingers herself, enjoying the change in show. Big Daddy keeps Pet’s Pet on all fours as he repositions. “Go on…”

She stays in position on her hands and knees as he moves behind her body, she remembers back to that important night. SMACK!!!! Ok, his hands were bigger, harder and stronger, that was a wakeup call.

The Pet is motivated to provide words. “Ahhh. Uhhmm… Wine. Dinner. Stephanie was beautiful. I was wet. She made me…”

“SHE MADE YOU?!?!?” SMACK!!! Interrupted and shown her mistake, she retreads….

Her face wearing a wince, ass as red as an apple, she thinks back to continue… “Correct, I apologize, Big Daddy.” She feels his thick cock enter her from behind. She holds the moment to adjust to the large size. “ooohh. Ok… I was wet. I was so excited. She is beautiful….”

Off, somewhere in the distance, her master screams out in an orgasm… She can smell it now. She can now hear the wetness, the hand smacking, the subtle moaning.

A hand returns to the fist of matted hair on the side of her head like a bridle. The fucking intensifies. “ahhh ahhh ahhuummm…. Wine cellar. She kissed me. So, so sooooooOOOOhhhhhh….”

The Pet orgasms. The moisture increases.

“She huh huh huh, she told me how you trained her.” Barely holding it together, she does her best to continue and get to the point of her story. Currently, she doesn’t think she is going to make it, so she focuses on not orgasming, to allow herself to her Master.

“Later… You called…. Huh huh huh huh huh…. Houston…. We were alone. ” SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “Yes SIR! Uh huh huh… After my first test…. I had to go to Fabrizios and send photos….”

Now, being turned on more than expected seeing this fuck toy give herself, and then relive the story of her quickening. His cock swells and his hands move to her hips to pound harder, looking back up to see his beautiful bride facing him, her pet licking her pussy. Steph picks up on this and pulls up her Pet’s head.

Stephs hand returns to where Jordans face just was, working her clitoris hard, smacking to get full sensory reads. “Go ahead, Pet. Tell Big Daddy what you did, you fucking slut…”

“Naked….. door….” She broke character to let out a guffaw of a laugh, she looks over to Steph. “I’m telling you, he was so shy. It was cute. He wanted to protect me.” The fucking increased again to cause Jordan a loud cry. “Naked… knees…. Sucked him dry…” The grip on her hips was welded metal on metal as he pumped her hard.

Stephanie, eyes wide, watching in awe. “And then????”

“Heeheeehheee fuuuhuuuhuuhuucked meeee…..”

“You better open wide and get ready for a big one.” Stephanie tells her face to face. “Get on the floor and suck that clean. You still owe me.”

The Pet complies.

Jordan gets down low and pulls on the mushroom head with her mouth and pumps the shaft for all she can. Stephanie looks at Big Daddy, eager and proud. “I called him the next day to ask him if his payment was good. He was so happy. He told me after she blew him that her naked ass walking around got him hard again. He took her right there and bent her over the chair, filled her mouth up again. Now cum in this slut’s mouth for me, Big Daddy.”

He does.

She struggles to take it all. The first stream was slightly bitter, and the second stream was voluminous. By the time he was done, she had to go back to her newly learned breathing techniques to hold it in place. Knowing that she felt confident in her handling the entire thing and under control, she turned to present herself to her mistress.

“Good girl. Don’t swallow it… yet. Get into the shower. Don’t turn on the water. Drool it all over you. I’ll be there in a moment. When I get there, I want to see how pretty you look. Go…”

Butts scurry accordingly.

Once in the shower, Jordan begins to feel the chill of a naked, wet body, standing on a cold marble floor. She thinks to herself, ‘What the fuck does ‘pretty’ mean?’. Drooling the mouthful to fill her cupped hands means she can either hold the surplus or dispose of it. Doubting this effort was made to simply dispose of the extra, she decided to hold it where it was.

Being ‘pretty’ seemed important. She was sent in here alone to accomplish something. What was that? The only answer Jordan could solve…. Wear it. By wearing it, Jordan is owning it. She takes the first handful and pushes her face into it and then it down her head. Spitting the second half into her hands, she quickly gets the rest on her head, in her hair, dripping down her body.

Covered in sweat, male cum, female squirt, and literally nothing else, she finally realizes the lesson being offered to her.

Swim in it or get the fuck out of the way.

She embraced the challenge like she did the others. Why not just wash my hair in it, bathe in it, it was essential to this specific role.

Off, in the distance, she hears the echo of a single clapper in a large marble bathroom. Stephanie, watching the process as she leans on the door jamb, pulls her head back out of the room to yell over at Big Daddy. “See, told you. She wants to swim in it. Daddy, we have ourselves a ‘Pet’. And don’t worry, more extensive training is on the calendar. That reminds me, we’re taking off for Paris next week. I want to show Jordan the flowers blooming, while we train more there for a bit.”

Then Stephanie turns back to her toy, “Good job, now clean up and sleep on the floor by the bed when you’re dry. I’m sure you will be needed again later…”

She was.

“I don’t know. She just doesn’t seem into it. I won’t force this on her. If she wants this, she shouldn’t need to be nudged… and I cannot stand those racoon eyes….” Stephanie listens inventively, even if she can’t hold back the laughing at the silliness of Ben dealing with a crier. He continues, “she cries… I’ve never dealt with a crier. Not to be insensitive, but that is a big ‘ol mood kill. ”

His head is back, and eyes closed, talking his thoughts out loud while he and Stephanie enjoy the warmth of their hot tub. She had thoughts and opinions and decided it would be best to let him have his little rant. It was late now, and they were oversoaked. Stephanie slowly stands in her place, allowing the water to gravitate off her naked body. Ben is triggered by the sound, so he lifts his head to watch her move as though it was the first time. Her beauty is only dwarfed by her beauty dripping wet. The woman was perfect.

“I understand, Big Daddy. Would you like me to end training?” Steph asks placating, knowing he isn’t about to give up yet. She sat back on the edge of the hot tub, where the steam floated off her shoulders and back. Lifting one leg over the edge, then the other, she grabs two towels, wrapping herself in the first, while he follows her out of the tub grabbing the other.

“She is a crier. Yes, I know the ass is awesome. I see how red it is before you bring her to me, so I assume your training is progressing nicely.” They cover the tub and walk inside together.

“She is a crier, but that’s because I think she is still afraid of you. She said she loved cock, and she has absolutely taken to pleasing me. Damn, that girl can lick for days, and I refuse to believe that is all for me. She loves it. She also loves the training, I see that. She is exactly what I needed in almost every way. I think she gets in her head when she sees how easy you get off for me, and how easy she gets me off, but her getting you off gets in her head. Literally… I mean, not literally… I mean, anxiety, not blowjob.”

Smiling back over her shoulder as they walk up the stairs. Her towel is moved to wrapping her hair, leaving her a step or two ahead of Ben, who is trying to pay attention to her words AND her ass.

“Ok, don’t tell her we spoke, or it will just make it worse again. We will progress with the training. But know, we do have to figure this out.”

They entered the bedroom to find the Pet on her knees, on the floor, next to the bed, just as her Master had instructed. Ben grabs Steph’s wrist to silently communicate that he was taking the lead here.

“Pet.”

“Yes, Big Daddy.” She answers staring straight ahead.

“Today’s lesson is simple. I am your truth detector. If I think you are not being honest here, punishments will ensue. Is this clear? There are no right answers. There are no wrong answers. There is only honesty. Even if I happen to be incorrect and assume wrong, it is irrelevant, it is only about what I believe you are telling the truth.” Jordans eyes turn to peer at Big Daddy, her head remaining perfectly still. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, Big Daddy.” She answers staring straight ahead.

“Good. Pet, naked on the bed, now.” Stephanie jumps to accommodate as quickly as possible. “Perfect. On your back, head to me leaning over the edge.” Stephanie moves into her position.

“Pet’s Pet. Please stand.” Jordan stands in place, completely naked. “Now. First lesson. You need to fucking relax.” Jordans eyes steel towards her Master, then quickly back to straight ahead when she realizes her reaction. “Sit on her face.”

Her eyes turn to Big Daddy, then back to Stephanie, seemingly unsure of what to do. Steph taking her free use rights was one thing, outwardly sitting on her face seems like a huge overstep.

“What the fuck are you looking at her for? Pet, get the paddle, then return to position, Pet’s Pet, bend over and touch your toes.” The Pet obliges and prepares herself. “That was a question?!?” SMACK SMACK… one for each cheek.

Holding back her pain, and yes, he was making sure she knew it was a punishment, she forces the words from her mouth. “Uhhm. Sir, I looked at her because I don’t sit on her face.” SMACK SMACK… one for each cheek.

“Technically, you didn’t sit on her face because you looked at her…. Is that more accurate?” He walks around her, circling his prey. Looking over to Stephanie, her head in place, waiting for her meal.

“Sir, yes. It is more accurate. She has licked me before, but as the aggressor only. She… uhm.. she just uses me as she needs.”

“Good answer. Now, sit on her face.” Jordan stands up straight and backs up onto Stephanie’s face. Stephanie does love pussy and is happy to go to town, knowing how much Big Daddy will enjoy that show. The Pet’s knees begin to weaken, so she lowers her arm to her thigh for stability.

“Question 1….” He stalls to ensure she is well on the road to an orgasm to drag it out. “When we brought you on, you told your Master that you love cock. Is this accurate?”

“Sir, yes. I had a lesbian experience and didn’t hate it but was never drawn towards women. Aye yuh huh huh…. I had some boyfriends, uh uh huh huh huhhmmnn, like five… I love cock.” Stephanies hands grab her thighs to bring her closer, intensifying her actions. The Pets adds support with a second hand on her thighs. It is becoming increasingly more difficult to keep herself standing. Ben squats in front of Stephanie beside the bed for a closer look. Ben stands again and gropes her breasts, ending on a pull on each nipple.

“Question 2 — Do you look at porn and masterbate?” Pulling on the nipple a second time waiting for his answer.

“Mmmm Mmmm huh huh… Yes, but not often.” She fights off the orgasm as she fears it will make her look weak in his eyes. She ponders her answer, finds a more accurate answer, which she offers before he realizes her inconsistency. “Technically, sir… while dating the boys, I didn’t look often. My habits have changed. I watch porn more now.”

Stephanie hears this and notices a slight twang to her flavor. She draws back to pull her tongue out of the hole and locks down and sucks on the toy’s clit for a few seconds longer, then back to return to the tongue action. She slaps Jordans ass from behind her, gripping her ending by pulling the flesh closer using a very firm grip.

“What do you watch when you do?” He asks again. “Or, better. First, orgasm. Put the idea of the video that is your go to. Describe it out loud until you orgasm.”

The Pet is barely holding on. She puts her embarrassment, her shame, her insecurity on the shelf, and now… as she was taught to. Focused, even if only for a second, she finds her center and forces words. “Lesbian. Mmm mmm mmm. Uhmmmm. I started watching it to learn how to be better at pleasing my Master. I huh huh huhhhhmmm, please her… I want huhhhh hhuhhhh to pleeehhhuuhhhhzzzee hhhherrrr…. She uuuuuhhuuuuhhhuuueesss mmmmeee…. freeaaahhhyyyyooooossssaaahhhhhhhhhHHHHH!!!!”

The Pet cums as soon as she said the word. She leans her weight into Stephanie out of weakness and rides the mouth, grinding into it. Big Daddy holds her nipple in her hand as she bucks and shakes. He offers her a few seconds to ride it out, then brings her back to his control.

“Good job, Pet… much progress…. Pet’s Pet, stand straight.” She does immediately. With weak legs she has the stability of a newborn deer, but she holds true. “Pet, on your knees, slow and sloppy. Teach. Pet’s Pet, lessons…”

The two shuffle into their side-by-side teaching places. Stephanie offers little verbal explanations. She is more of a teacher by example. She looks to her subservient to make eye contact, looking for a non-verbal response. The Pet responds.

The Pet takes her hand, strokes the massive phallus, then opens her mouth wide to pull it into her throat. She holds it there for long enough to make Jordan worry how she’s breathing. Stephanie, keeping eye contact with her Pet pushes down further, extends her tongue under reaching for the top edge of his balls, drooling out the saliva. Taking her left hand to cup his ball sack and tighten it closer to her wagging tongue.

Jordan is impressed. Seeing and knowing these acts happen while in the throes of intercourse is nothing compared to having a master instructor take the time to teach you. She also realizes that part of her training involves her ability to take initiative. She leans in take a quick lick at the saliva dripping off Stephanies chin, then down below to add it to the handful of ball sack. Stephanie slowly rises off, while the Pet licks all newly available flesh from the base to the tip. The tip was set free, and the toy impaled herself onto it, getting it into her throat before it could cool in the open air.

Eager to show what she just learned and repeat it exactly as taught, she does just that, perfectly. She was not yet able to master breathing or hold it as well as her teacher, she thought to add flare of her own as compensation. She adds a heavy and loud slurp to the performance. Big Daddy throbbed at the sound.

Not being able to breathe properly yet only meant that the ‘sloppy’ side of her instructions came easier. She inhaled the head into her throat, held it until she choked. This caused an excess of saliva and watery eyes. She immediately repeated the process and went back down as far as she could, taking as big a gasping breath she could on the way. Holding a moment longer this time, telling herself to not pull it out before it was needed to breathe, she brings herself to the brink, and does what is needed to get her lips to feel his pubes.

Stephanie is watching this from no more than twelve inches away. When Jordan’s teeth hit his pelvis, she looked up to her master, with a shocked and ‘how about that?’ look on her face. His eyes were down, watching Jordan work, fully enveloped in the moment. Steph watches her Pet pull back, trailing a mouthful of drool as she does. Back on her haunches, Jordan puts her arms behind her to support her weight, a puddle rests before her.

“Good job, get a breath…” Jordan takes a moment to catch her breath, but the wet, dripping cock is still before her. Without words as much as expressions of pleasure of her own, she does not want to show weakness with this much progress made so she pulls her right hand up to stroke it twice, before leaning back forward to repeat the entire process from jump street.

This time Stephanie wants to reward her progress and allow her the reward. Becoming the encouraging teacher, she grabs a handful of hair, pushing the cock further down into her throat, ‘let it in… goooood job…” With a full handful of hair, she controls the action. “Try to get air through your nose…. Don’t worry if it gets messy, its ok….. let him pump it into your throat directly.” Her hand moves the head back and forth.

Stephanie shifts her position, now standing on her knees behind Jordan, where her hands were previously. Changing the hand holding the hair to her left hand, she freely gropes Jordan with her right. Rubbing and grabbing her ass, to light tickles running her perfect nails up her spine, to reaching around to the nipples she loves to play with. Jordan moans onto her work, using her hand to pump him in assistance.

Big Daddy enjoys the show thoroughly. Steph frees her hand from the hair and uses it to better grope her toy. Whispering in her ear from behind. “You are doing great. I can see how excited he is.” This forces Jordan to open her eyes to look up at her Master to confirm. He is looking straight down at her, eyes locked in. Jordan finds motivation and increases her efforts. The whisper continues, “oooohhh, did you see that. He is close. You’re about to get the whole load. ”

Stephanie wants Jordan to cum at the same time. She pulls her right hand back from tugging nipples and moves it under her ass and under to her clitoris. Initially disappointed by finding it was already occupied by Jordans hidden hand. “You little slut! You are playing with yourself? I guess there is little left for me to do.’

Stephanie backs off, Jordan feels the cool of the air conditioning on her back, bringing her nipples to tighten further. She feels the body moving around her, but unaware of what is where or why… until….

Stephanie had swung her body around and shoved her head under Jordan from behind. Jordan pulls off a quick second to look down, see a forehead, and adjust her body weight to not suffocate the Master who just clamped down on her clit while inserting two fingers into her pussy, fucking it relentlessly. What wasn’t fucking her was grabbing her, or any assortment of parts. Her clit being sucked on, the cock pumping in her throat, the fingers deep in her pussy, she starts flexing the pelvic muscles fucking back at the fingers inside her. Her moaning increases in frequency and intensity.

Pulling back out a second time for a second quick breath, this time using her hand immediately, Jordan looks down at the eyes looking up to her and loses herself in the moment. Moving her hand down to the face below her, Jordan screams aloud in orgasm. Still not a ‘squirter’ she feels as though she is depriving her Master, not able to show how much that pleased her. Thinking she was done, Jordan raises her thighs to allow Steph an exit, and Steph responds by pulling her thighs right back down where they were. The sucking and licking of her clit over this time was only accentuated multiple times over when it returned. Whether by the wet friction, or the beautiful face pleasing her, unable to please another, she cums harder than ever before. While nowhere close to the firehose she drinks, a mild amount trickles down her inner thigh, which Stephanie licks up before it lands.

Taking three full breaths, sensing a numbness in her moist hand, she returns to the cock. This time, determined to finish. The final wave came surprisingly easy to her. Suddenly, Jordan felt like she ‘got it’. She can see Stephanic in her head. It wasn’t about the action itself. It was about the attitude associated with it. Tuning out of the issues Jordan the person deals with, forgetting all but the moment, Jordan sees how hot this is from a thirds person perspective and allows the transformation. Now, the anxiety drips off her like the sweat and saliva she produces. She sheds the skin of Jordan and embodies herself, ‘the Pet’s Pet’.

Pulling off a third time, she slows herself for a moment. She doesn’t stop exactly. The light bulb came on, the fog had lifted, the clarity was in focus. “Master?”

“Yes.” They both reply at the same time.

Funny as that was, she keeps the laugh down while looking her eyes up. “Master. Please fuck me. Please fuck me like the Pet.” He tilts his head sideways, more confused, more not expecting it to talk and not sure how to respond.

Steph picks up on the oddness of the situation, and at first drops her hopes that this is going to work. Then she pieces together the comment and what she was asking for. “Pet, I’m confused. Are you ok?”

Jordan, closes and then opens her eyes with a crazy intensity. Looking down at Stephanie, “Something changed. I want to be your slut. Please tell him to fuck me, use me, do whatever he wants. I want to please him. I want to please you. I want you to sit on my face and cover me in your orgasm and he can fill me up in any hole he wants.” Turning to him. “It may need to be stretched, but my ass is yours if you wish, Master.”

They are both taken aback but can see her intensity is real.

Jordan continues, “I will swallow it, you can cum anywhere, including my face, my pussy, or my ass. My life is now yours and I will do whatever you want, whenever you want, to whomever you want. I am your slut. I am your Pet. Please use me as you need to. I want to be fucked. I want to be your free use slut. I want to please you. Please fuck me.”

“Turn around, ass up, make her cum until you are filled and fulfilled. When I’m done, you sit down on her face, and she will clean you up.”

Jordan turns her body around to face Stephanies feet, sticking her ass up in the air. Her head drops and Stephanies knees spread wide. Leg, hair, leg… no more.

The ass raises. Her pussy looks amazing from this perspective. Big Daddy can see Stephane was finger fucking her hard. The lips were reddish and sore. Her puckered ass looked tight before he even approached it. Stephanie’s head returned to its position on the bottom side of the sixty-nine.

“Pet.” Stephs eyes connect with his from beneath. This is followed by him feeding his cock into her mouth for fluffing as he spoke. She complied. “She is not ready for anal yet. That thing is tight. Please start the training there and let me know when she is ready. ” She popped the cock out and returned the pleasure she was receiving in the moment. Big Daddy, feeling the full rush of his erect cock, enters his pet to the hilt. Jordans head throws back wailing in a huge ball of hair. Stephanie gets a close-up view from underneath, licking whatever is closest to her face. Big Daddy fingers Jordans asshole with his wet thumb, teasing entry.

SMACK SMACK SMACK on her right cheek from his large, calloused hand.

SMACK SMACK SMACK on her left cheek from the smaller delicate hand from underneath.

“Also, Pet. We will need toys, clamps, paddles, collar and chain, a swing, dildos and/ vibrators. Go crazy, no budget. Use one of the spare rooms upstairs to set up.” He never stops fucking Jordan, and she is amazed at their ability to multitask/fuck. Now that the business before him is settled, he goes back to work.

Moaning from Jordan beneath hitting a chirp level each time he bottoms out, combined with the noise Steph makes with a mouthful of whatever as she cums over and again, he grabs each of her hips as though there were handles, he finds his offramp.

Long strokes, pumping forward hard and deep, slower, and deeper, and harder, the orgasm builds. Steph takes advantage of the long hard pumps leaves his balls in the same spot for a subtle moment and pulls one into her mouth. Thinking he had one more left, realizing he didn’t, he repumps his cock deep into her belly and unloads. Steph clamps on and offers a unique feeling unfelt before. Big Daddy twitches, freeing him from the quivering pussy and still flopping in the air, he is not done, still dripping liquids. With Jordan off, Steph reaches forward to catch her prize. What she ends up catching is the end of a fat facial of cum, offered from two sources.

She pulls Jordan back towards her again and licks up all cum she can find, no matter who provided it. Jordan takes a moment to catch her breath, before seeing the cock wagging in front of her or feeling the pressure of his hand on her head pulling it closer. She obliges and cleans him completely, with an added sucking to be sure of his cleanliness. He pulls back but she is still being licked.

Jordan lifts herself up off Stephanie to reveal a sloppy mess of a beautiful woman, moving to her side, and dropping down beside to lick her face clean with equal care and love.

Off, in the distance, a shower is turned on.

If you were Jordan’s best friend, which she doesn’t exactly have, you would be able to get out of her how excited she was at the idea of going to Paris. She slept through the flight and was awoken by the decent and the change of air pressure.

She turned to look over to her Master sitting next to her, who was awake reading a book and looking perfect, as if she had just left the day spa. “Good morning, sunshine,” Stephanie quips without looking up from her page. “We are descending now, should be landing in the next twenty mins, in our hotel within an hour. ”

Jordan gets the best stretch her first-class seat allowed. She replies, “that sounds so nice. Did you rest at all?”

Closing her book and setting it aside, Steph turns to respond. “No, Pet. I watched you sleep for a bit, but to be honest I’m too excited. We have a big schedule and I’m glad you rested. Have you ever traveled to Europe? The time change can take a bit to get used to.”

“No. Never.” Jordan responds.

“Ok, I have us mostly loaded in the morning times, for getting stuff done, and there are a few dinner places I’m dying to show you. But if it means you need to sleep early, or need a nap, just say so.” Jordan nods in agreement.

An uneventful landing, followed by an uneventful baggage claim leads them out to the street and the taxi line outside of the airport. Jordan grabs her phone and opens the app she downloaded for easy translations to French. She begins to type out “Please bring us to Chateau de la..”

Before she finished the sentence, Stephanie pulled her head and hand off her phone to hail the cab and tells the driver, “Bon après-midi monsieur. Pouvez-vous s’il vous plait nous emmener au château de la resle.” To herself, Jordan thinks, ‘of course, she speaks perfect French.’

Once in the car, Jordan follows little and struggles to listen to Stephanie and the driver converse. What she does pick up, his name is Luis, he lives outside of the Paris border but works in the city. He is very knowledgeable of the area. Then they go off into a deeper conversation Jordan realizes she had given up on trying to understand. After the two negotiate on whatever they just agreed to, Stephanie swipes to the phone app to program Luis’s phone number into, giving Jordan another quick rest. Jordan gathers we now have a personal driver for the visit.

They arrive at the hotel and Luis jumps from the driver seat to open Stephanie’s door and move to get their luggage from the trunk for the valet. Once completed, Stephanie hand him a generous tip, and says, “Bon monsier, merci beaucoup de nous avoir amenes ici en toute securite. Nous nous reverrons plus tard. Curieux, etes-vous marie ou avez-vous une petite amie?”

“Non madame.” Luis responds.

Stephanie gives him an obvious look up and down. “Merci, Luis.”

Luis smiles and tips his cap. Returning to his driver’s seat, he sits, puts the cab in gear to move his vehicle over to the hotel’s taxi pick up to his next fare. Stephanie goes back to her phone. Jordan takes a deep breath, finds her focus.

Behind them, the team of minions jump and follow with their bags. Jordan had never experienced this level of luxury, trying to play the part but still early in her ‘faking it’ nowhere close to her ‘making it’ phase. In times where she had a remote-app-controlled vibrator deep within her and rubbing up against her clitoris, she was completely distracted and eager to get into the room.

Stephanie had been running it at full power ever since she woke up on the plane. Every conversation with anyone, she would go down for a second to let her catch her breath, then right up to full power again, sometimes she would wave it up and down, sometimes she would let it drop down to low, hold it, then a slow build back up to max. Jordan feared she left a wet spot on the plane seat.

Jordan was happy to please her master, knowing how close she was herself already. Stephanie appreciated the torture of dragging this out to amuse herself. In the elevator, she tried to raise the intensity of the vibration to the elevation of the lift. Her thumb went up with each ding of the floor passed. By the time the doors opened, Jordan was back at the maximum level, doing her best to try to muffle the noises leaving her crotch.

‘Ding’, the lift sounded. ‘Hrmmm?’, the Pet emoted as she saw her reflection, bending at the hip to lift her carry on. The door opened, she followed her Master, as the minions followed her. Down a short hallway, their room to the right.

The room was beautiful, but nothing over the top. It was Paris, however, so beautiful was more than enough. They rested their bags on the couch in the sitting area as the minions followed behind, placing bags in the central area.

While Jordan stood vigilant, Stephanie rewarded the great service with a generous cash tip, adding each member to the task list she was creating for her Pet. “Merci,” she said as the door closed and the lock was turned.

“Pet, naked.” Jordan knew exactly what her instructions intended and rushed to her Master to assist in her comfort.

“Yes, Mistress.” As she assisted her Mistress from behind, pulling off her top before placing it aside, pulling off her pants as Stephanie steps free, and accepting her underthings no longer needed to be worn. Stephanie, now completely naked, “shower, hot, now.”

Jordan does not stop to ask for interpretation or put down the clothes she was given custody of. She scurries to the shower to get it to the on and at the most accurate temperature she could preset.

Accepting the presence behind her, waiting for her preparations, Jordan speaks as if the question was asked out loud. “I think you will enjoy this, Mistress. I will go get your shower bag.” As Jordan scurries off, Stephanie steps forward finding a perfectly tempered moisture raining on her feet. “Would you like me to help, watch, or wait, Mistress?”

Stephanie moves to the shower, already steaming. “Please order room service for us. Anything you want. Trust me, it will be amazing. For me, the duck please.”

Jordan, nods and keeps her head down to look at her feet as her Mistress passed. “Then prepare the bed, display everything, assume the position, I will be there shortly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jordan went to work as soon as Stephanie was under the water. First, the food. She dials room service before she remembers she cannot speak French yet. Then she hangs up, and then picks up the phone again. The beautiful accent says words that Jordan is sure make sense to many other people… “Oui? Ohh, Oui monsier.” Her very southern accent makes this more phonetically like, ‘oowweee monseerr’.

“Oui. Puis-je aider.”

“Ok, uhhm. English speaking?” Jordan asks knowing her timeline is dwindling.

“Oui madam. I understand, go on, pleez.”

“Room service? Monseerr. Seevooo play.”

“Uuff cuouss, madam. Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?”

Jordan is silent.

“Uuurr order, madame?”

“Oh… Duck?”

“Oui.”

“Two, please… Oh.. uhhmm. Deww. Seevooo play, monseerr. Oooh. And wine. Vin! I know that one.”

“Oui, madam. Right away. ”

“Mear see.” In her periphery, Jordan notices movement. Turning to see her Master lowering her head in obvious disappointment.

“Pet.” Looking up from her downward tilt, in an angered stare.

“Yes, Mistress.” You always know when you’re in trouble. You do not always know why.

“Your accent is awful. Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t know how to speak French. New rule, implemented now, The Pet is never allowed to speak to French people, or any foreign speaking native with an American accent. If you cannot speak properly, you do not speak. You represent yourself, don’t ever forget that. Back STRAIGHT!” Jordan snapped into a better, less slouchy position.

Stephanie, still naked, continues. “NOT ONLY do you represent yourself, but you also represent us, Big Daddy and I included.” Jordan realizes her eyes are following her Mistress walking militantly from left to right and back, three feet in front of her. Are we perfectly clear on this rule?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Your French lessons begin right now. Go get the paddle. You did lay out the toys, correct?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Naked and in position, clamps, big plug, and the bad girl paddle, NOW. I will dress myself. GO!”

Jordan runs as fast as she can to get the supplies requested. The naked part she is used to. That was an always thing now, so didn’t bother her too much. Clamps were needed as they were called on often for training purposes. They did teach lessons quickly and the sensations rung through her body as a constant reminder of the lesson she was being offered. Both positive and negative reinforcement was never exactly a bad thing.

The big plug and ‘bad girl’ paddle, however, was a whore of a different color. These were straight discipline measures and that was not going to be fun. It’s the dom/sub equivalent to ‘go get my belt’. The getting of the supplies could hurt the soul more that the belt hurt the ass.

Returning as quick as she could, Stephanie was oddly wearing panties only. Trying to put the attention needed to process why that would be, it eliminated her being pleased and she never begins dressing without getting pleased first, she moves into her position on all fours.

“First of all. ‘Oui’. Say it.” As Steph spoke, she circled her prey like a shark, adding both intimidation and a personal tone. Lessons needed to be taught on a one-to-one basis.

“We…” SMACK

“NO… Oui. Say it!”

“We…” SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“NO… Oui. Say it!” SMACK

Ok, starting to sting. To herself, she aims to solve the problem, she thinks, ‘listen closer… not a wuh… the w is softer, like a breath… “wuhhhee….” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK….. SMACK

“Better. Again.”

Jordan takes a second to hear Stephanie in her head. She must’ve said this twenty times already. “Wwoooouuui….. Wwoo, no…” SMACK SMACK. Jordan’s eyes clinch shut, the heat from her ass moves across her body. The eyes of a Pet open, determined.

“Oui.”

“Better, again.”

“Oui.”

“Better, again.”

“Oui.”

“Good. Remove your toy, place it on the bathroom counter, return to your position. Go.”

“Yes… sorry… Oui.”

Realizing that her remote-controlled vibrator was still inserted and had been humming the entire time as white noise, she did as she was instructed, as quickly as possible,

“Anal plug and clamps, as tight as possible. Now.” Jordan complied as instructed. She applied the clamps without hesitation, but knew she was not yet ready for this anal plug. Getting in is not exactly easy. She had only been trained for the previous training size and had only accepted that twice before. “What’s wrong, slave?”

The Pet was really trying to get it past, but her tension was too much for her to relax. She brought with her the lubrication and worked it over her anus and spade shaped toy. Still not close to getting it in, she begins to panic.

“It’s big, Mistress.”

“Of course it is. Get it in.” Stephanie grabs the chain connecting her nipples and holds it outward, lifting the nipples from gravities grasp. This made her pussy wet but didn’t easy the stress. Forcing it didn’t seem to work, the lube helped but was not enough. Stephanie waited…. “Ok. New rule, and while you must listen and understand every word I say here, if I see you stop trying to get that plug up your ass, the punishment will be to follow me down to the lobby, naked except for a bitch collar and a chain. We could eat in the restaurant instead, if you prefer.”

Jordan would not prefer that. She tries to relax her butt with the same effort that worked in her throat. Isolate the muscle, learn to relax it. Small progress was made.

Stephanie continues. “Good, thought not. So, next level. I’m over this prissy bitch. I am very over that accent that only shows itself when you feel insecure. Are we clear?” Jordan’s eyes drop to the floor, knowing she was called out. “LOOK AT ME!” Jordan’s Disney/Pixar doe eyes came back up, filled with tears.

“IF you don’t know TELL ME and I will TEACH YOU. Embarrassing me, or HIMMMM is UNACEPTABLE!!”

Jordan crying, while now trying to sit on the plug to get it in and closing in on halfway there, is as usual, a hot fucking mess. This time, again, quite literally. Getting this fire hydrant in her ass is seemingly not possible. Not accepting failure as an option, she rocked her torso back and forth, easing it into and past the thickest part of the spade. Her ass accepting it finally, Jordan lets a huge breath escape her mouth. Not able to move, she tried to allow her body the time needed to adjust.

Stephanie sees the progress and returns to the training. With a stern voice, “Merci. Say it! My goodness you speak French like a wounded duck!”

“Mercy. No, wait… meehhrcy.” SMACK

“Again, merci.”

“Mehrrrcee.” SMACK

“Again.”

Eyes lock in ahead of her, she finds herself.

“Merci. Ma’am. Oui.”

“Better.”

A knock at the door. Stephanie walks to the bedroom, carrying her change of clothes. Jordan just summed up that she needed to answer the door, prayed it was only the room service and nothing worse, and on top, she cannot speak to these people with her pathetic accent. The knocker raps again.

From afar, “Get the fucking door, don’t you dare cover up.”

A quick wash of her hands and dry on the towel before hopping to the door before it could knock a third time. Again, the idea she is naked, nipple clamps jingling, and what must be an expanding metal balloon up her pooper, is not even on her mind as she opens the door to greet her messenger.

“Madam?” The look on the waiter’s face is, well, let’s just call it ‘shock’.

“Oui??” She pulls the door back and allows her food card to enter. Behind the cart pushed by a uniformed employee was a second, young man, carrying the wine bucket and glasses. Both enter trying to not openly look, not able to look away. They begin to setup the meal as they were taught to. The wine was opened and poured as they were taught to. Jordan stood aside and watched in silence. Naked, perverse silence.

“Bon après-midi. Mon ami vous a-t-il bien accueilli?” Stephanie asks from standing behind Jordan. The two nod properly in agreement, but never lift their heads as they set the table and move the chairs into position. “Elle est jolie, non? Elle a été une très mauvaise fille aujourd’hui, parlant comme une horrible cochonne américaine avec son gros accent américain. Je sais à quel point cela t’insulte.” The first bursts in a quick laugh she can no longer hold back. The second no longer attempts to hide his gawking.

“J’accepterai que cela signifie oui.” The two workers have slowed their efforts. I’m not sure any of the participants had a clue where this was going.

“Canard, oui?”

They nod.

“Vous avez tous les deux été très utiles et je signerai pour un gros pourboire pour votre aide quoi qu’il arrive. Mais si l’un de vous souhaite que ce bel oiseau vous mange avant le canard, mettez-le dans sa bouche, tout de suite.”

The second moves the first aside and has his cock out in seconds. Standing directly in front of Jordan, he pushed her shoulders down to a standard blowjob kneeling position and shoves his cock in her mouth.

Stephanie moves to the first and offers the opportunity to leave, just in case the situation escalated too much to handle. When no movement was offered, Stephanie moved to lock the door. Steph returned to the first as Jordan worked, close enough to smell the mix of body odor, poor dry cleaning, and something else. She reached around from behind to get the receipt and pen from their hands. “Aimes-tu regarder?” Stephanie pushed the shoulders forward slightly. Steph noticed her Pets slurping noises increasing. Holding firmly as directed, Stephanie uses the back to sign a very generous tip.

Turning to the front, Stephanie shows the generous tip on the receipt. “Se tenir droit. Elle aspire maintenant, il a l’air proche. Êtes-vous jaloux?” Looking down to Jordan with each of her hands clutching his ass cheeks, him holding her head as he looked down, fucking it freely. Before long, Jordan had him cumming in her mouth. The young man held until he was fully empty. The Pet did not let it exit her until it was sucked clean. Once his cock was clean, she opened her mouth to show her reward, closes to swallow a big gulp, opens again to show it was empty.

Pulling back, still looking down to Jordan on her knees, but not speaking to her, “tu auras le tien plus tard.” He lifts his pants to redress as best he can, unlocks and opens the door. “Je pense qu’elle pense que tu es un garçon.”

“Merci.” Jordan says.

Laughing, not mocking, but at realizing how naïve Jordan could really be sometimes. “No. That wasn’t directed at either of us, my Pet.” Turning to lock the door again following the first guest exiting so quickly. “Ok, this was unexpected. Apologies, Pet. Your lesson will pick up later, you did not get out of this so quickly.” Jordan’s head dropped.

“Oui. Merci.”

To the new friend, she says,”Vous aimeriez ça aussi, je suppose. C’est bon, ma chérie. Je vois que tu es excité, mais je suppose que tu es vierge?”

“Oui.” Stephanie waits for a second answer. “Oui m’dame. les garçons me font faire des trucs, mais pas avec une fille. pas avec amour.”

“Pet, remain on your knees. You are not done yet.” She does. “Treat this woman exactly how you would treat me.” To her new friend, “On pourra faire l’amour plus tard, aller s’asseoir sur son visage et jouir autant de fois que l’on veut.”

Jordan moves and turns to shuffle towards her next task, and begins to unbuckle the young woman’s belt, pulling the pants to the floor with the panties quickly following. Her shirt hangs free, but Jordan is opportunistic enough to reach up from underneath for a full squeeze. Moving the hand below to the pussy inches from her face, she takes a second to admire it. More hairy and far less perfect, her hand grazes up the inner thigh to push it sideward, opening the folds.

Jordan reaches out and flicks the fold slowly with her tongue before pulling back. Using her index and middle fingers she pushes the lips hidden in a light fur to reveal the nub. Seeing her target, she pushes her face forward licking and sucking all in front of her. Being more experienced and practiced, licking pussy for others was very enjoyable. Not the old roommates that forced her, or even the perfection of her Mistress. Not knowing this girl at all doesn’t matter. She only cared to get this pussy off. It pleased her Mistress.

Turning her hand so that her two fingers begin to work their way in as her thumb rubbed the clitoris. The woman’s legs weakened and leaned her weight forward onto Jordan, who took the weight, hooking the back of the woman’s leg with her arm.

Stephanie sat down to eat her now cooling duck dinner. Somehow fully dressed in this process and not wanting to miss out on her favorite dish. The fries had cooled more than she liked, but the duck fat made up for it. Cooked perfectly, she watched as Jordan moved her new friend over towards the couch, pushed her on her back and lifted her two bound legs back towards her head. This raised her pussy up high with Jordan looking down over her. Stephanie admired the show as much as the dinner. The girl never unhooked her bra or took her shirt off, so those were up at her neck, likely a choking hazard at best.

The nameless woman’s head was back, her ass was for all to see, and she was screaming like a banshee. The duck came with a plum sauce that was ridiculous. The wine was paired perfectly. The meal had been her favorite for years, and Chef knocked it out today.

“Non, pas plus… oh mon Dieu… la langue… arrête… s’il te plaît, aime, arrête, pas plus”

Pulling her napkin up from her skirt, Steph wipes her mouth and hands. “She’s good, Pet. No more.”

Jordan’s face lifts, tongue wagging along the way. Looking over to her Mistress, half hoping she was pleased, half looking disappointed and confused, completely glazed over.

“Good job. Go take a quick shower. Your food must wait.” After Jordan scurries off, the young woman begins to sit up and show shame, covering herself in embarrassment.

“La nourriture était délicieuse. S’il vous plaît, complimentez le chef pour moi. Si vous souhaitez revenir et expérimenter davantage, venez nous voir. Quel est ton nom?”

“Oui. Marie.”

“Maintenant, faites le ménage rapidement avant que le responsable n’appelle pour vous chercher.”

The young girl did the best she could to fix her clothing and overall look, but I doubt those red cheeks were leaving her for days. Jordan returned, expecting her training, but finding Stephanie on the phone.

“Is everything ok?” Jordan asks as she dries her hair.

“Yes. Well, mostly. First, the accent. We have to work on that. You will have more training. I have to go get something. Please stay here and enjoy this meal. This food is incredible. We will have so much time together that having a few minutes to ourselves will be welcome.” Jordan begins to show concern.

Stephanie continues, “Don’t even start with the eyes right now. Yes, you sound like a hillbilly tourist and that is going to get a lot of slow waiters and questionable soup contents, trust me, it’s a thing. If they hear you, they will mock you, and openly. We will work on that, of course. But it’s who you are, not what you did. You did nothing wrong.”

Somehow, not sure if this is better or more insulting, Jordan sits disappointed. Steph continues. “You are jetlagged, couldn’t stay awake on the flight. It’s already past your bedtime back home, so I don’t see you keeping up. Get some food in you. You did good. I’ll be back later.”

Stephanie wasn’t exactly asking permission or even seeing if it was ok. This is what was happening and sharing it was a courtesy offered to few.

“Oui.”

“Good girl.”

Jordan turned on the television, not to watch, but to listen. As she sat and ate, what was one of the most delicious experiences she had yet, she would repeat the television any time she recognizes a word of phrase. Stephanie left plenty of wine and all the food was eaten, even the bread, before she was finished.

Later that evening, after having eaten and finishing the better side of a full bottle of wine, the time zone difference was hitting Jordan hard. She finally agreed to the idea that keeping up with Stephanie was not possible tonight.

The knock on the door was light and treble. No way Steph forgot her card, not a chance, it had to be a wrong room or a stupid drunk. Standing on her toes, Jordan can see little through the peep hole. Looking a second time, she sees the crown of a dark head of hair swaying back and forth.

Keeping the chain lock in place, she twists the bolt lock counterclockwise and opens the door, to find a young girl wearing glasses. She did not recognize the guest and again assumed it was someone knocking at the wrong room.

“Salut. Je m’appelle Marie.” The woman lowers her glasses to better show her face. “Ton ami m’a dit de revenir. Le canard?” Hidden beneath this cute girl was the young waitress who had been there earlier. The hotel uniform really covered the curves and with her hair and makeup done, she really was adorable in a hot goth chick way.

“Canard. I know that one. Duck… Oh.. Marie? Is it? You are Marie? Come in!”

Jordan pieces together the story. Stephanie is keeping her busy…. Wait, Steph was keeping her busy, so Stephanie could go fuck someone…. Clever bitch….

Jordan also knows she is not prepared for this. It isn’t like she learned the language from listening to the tv for three hours. Marie entered and sat on the couch.

Jordan sat next to her. Embarrassed herself, meeting a pussy face to face is far more personal than the free use slut is accustomed to. Facing those you were used by is an aspect of this role that still takes some getting used to. Not speaking their language complicated things tremendously.

Seeing the difficulty, Marie puts up a ‘one moment’ finger, reaches into her bag to pull out a tablet. She places it on her lap, begins to type, then hits enter.

“Hi, I’m Marie. Thank you so much for earlier, ” the robotic voice answered from the tablet.

Jordan smiled, offered a high-five, then moved the open palm hand to pat her own chest communicating in return, saying, “Jordan. I am Jordan.”

“JJzjjzzoorrdaahhn. Belle.” Jordan and Marie high-five again, holding each other’s hand raised in celebration.

Marie continues to type. “Your wife is beautiful. Do you guys come to Paris to swing?”

Jordan reaches for the tablet, switches the direction of the translation and offers, “No. Not my wife, it’s complicated. I enjoyed pleasing you. It’s ok. She wanted me to please you both.”

After the robot spoke the message, Marie covered her face in embarrassment.

Marie took the tablet, typed and it spoke. “How did she know?” Jordan thought she could mime this next one without technology, offering a confused face and two raised hands showing she didn’t understand. Jordan typed again. “How did she know I was a virgin and liked girls?”

Laughing. That was a complicated question. Not sure her tablet has this translation. Jordan reaches for it and tries to explain as best she can.

“She is a special person. She is very good at reading people and understanding what people want. She is as brilliant as she is beautiful. ”

After the translation Marie pondered the concept. Jordan typed again.

“As I said earlier, the relationship is complicated. She has taught me so much.” Then after thinking for another few seconds. “What did she tell you?”

“She knew I was a girl before you. She could tell I liked watching. She could tell I liked girls. And she knew I was a virgin.” Jordan could feel the sexual tension but was not ready for this. It was a different situation completely. Marie typed again. “She told me to come back if I wanted to learn more.”

Jordan took the tablet, “What would you like to learn?”

The young girl sitting next to her was staring in her eyes and intoxicated by her being. Jordan reached forward for the first loving kiss she had received since she first met Stephanie. Steph could get her off like nobody else but could never provide the basic kiss and loving embrace of a lover. Not for Jordan, anyway. And she knew that.

Here, there was passion. Here, Marie was the one shaking, and the one that was eager and uncomfortable. Jordan was the experienced one. Marie never played with a girl’s body and showed inexperience in her rough handling. Jordan, now the teacher, tries to calm her down to match speeds. They kissed wildly.

Marie stood in front of Jordan. Removing her clothes slowly this time, she would naturally reach out and use Jordans shoulder for support as she lifted a leg. Jordan enjoyed the show, reaching out to feel the soft curves and warm skin. She pushed Marie’s shirt to the side as Marie unbuttoned from the top down. The belly was womanly, but there were core muscles underneath. Jordan leaned forward to kiss the flesh. The final button released to show a braless pale torso in all her glory. Jordan appreciated hers as a different perfection.

Marie was beautiful in that she was completely not special. Her breasts were meaty in their density but not overly large. She had core muscles, but still enjoyed the pure beauty of the girl next door. Likely insecure from the time she understood herself as an object, now old enough to love herself, goth freak or whatever.

Pants down and stepped out of and naked except for her panties, Marie sways back and forth as she thumbs the strings of her thong, pushing it down past her thighs. Jordan, holding each hand in her own, pushes them out wide for Marie to show off the whole naked body.

Marie turns this on Jordan and uses the same move to pull Jordan up to her feet. Marie was serviced, yes. That was not what made her come back. Marie wanted to learn how to do that for others.

They dance and sway together, face to face. Jordan’s arms around Marie’s neck, she leans in for a passionate kiss. Marie accepts using her nails to scratch up the small of Jordans back, up to her shoulders. Jordan arches her back, pushing her breasts forwards towards the shorter Marie’s face. Marie lifts the light tee shirt Jordan planned to sleep in tonight and brings it up over her face, throwing it off to the side.

Marie, bending at the knees, drops down to her own, scratching down from Jordans shoulders to the small of her back, to her butt, to grab her thong straps. Keeping her head where it was, her hands continue to scratch down Jordan’s legs, bringing the underwear with them the whole way.

Jordan looks down at the beautiful young girl looking up at her for permission with eager eyes. Jordan shows her to stick her tongue out, she does. Jordan gently leans forward, and so does Marie. Flesh touches flesh.

Marie feels it out in her mind. The taste is unusual but not unexpected or offensive. She wiggles the tongue to explore, Jordan bucks it forward. Marie takes a closer look at the folds, colors, moisture. To say she had never seen one would not be honest. To say she has ever really seen one before would be no more honest. She looked at female genitals for the first time. Used her hands to explore as she was explored earlier. She exploratory licked, just as she was. She felt the folds, and the moisture, gliding her fingers to feel it all. Jordan stopped her, pulled her to her feet.

Face to face, Jordan held her face and kissed Marie deeply. She grabbed the young girl by the hand and walked her over to the large bed. Jordan pulled the cover off, climbed on the top and turned to Marie to follow behind her.

She did. Marie crawls behind, biting at Jordan’s ass whenever it gets close. Jordan spins from her crawl position to laying back with her legs spread wide. Marie continues crawling face first into the depths of Jordan’s pussy.

Jordan relaxes, allowing herself to be pleased. Grabbing the head in her lap as she grinds into it, Jordan finds her orgasm quickly. She squirms hard, her eyes closed bucking and thrusting, she looks down to the face bringing her pleasure. “Oui! Merci!”

Marie laughs through her face full of pussy, getting that joke. Jordan pulls her up to kiss her face while she looked in the young girl’s eyes.

Jordan lowered to reciprocate, but Marie stopped her, signaling it would be easier to sixty-nine, side by side. It didn’t take much to shift each other to a more friendly position.

The two stayed like this for hours. They had little common words they could use to communicate with, so they threw words to the side and communicated what was needed as it was needed. Each had one of the best experiences of their lives.

Hours later, the beeping/click of the door lock that Marie knew too well, sprung them awake. Stephanie finds the two naked and spooning, Marie being held by Jordan.

“Her name is Marie. She is so cute.” Jordan says from her closed eye slumber.

“I know. She is adorable.” Stephanie responds.

“Can we keep her?” Jordan pulls her closer, smells her neck.

“No, Pet. Not this time. I promise we will see her again. ”

Stephanie walks over to the bed, sits next to them lying together. She lifts the covers back so she can see the entirety of her body. “Hmm, she is cute.” The cool of the room hits her warm hidden skin, causing her nipples to tighten and her body to constrict for warmth.

Steph sits on the edge of the bed next to the two as she begins to unbutton her blouse. “Though, I didn’t say we had to give her back just yet.” With her blouse hitting the floor, Stephanie leans into the sleeping beauty.

“Mon amour. Il est tard dans la nuit et je sais que tu as travaillé toute la journée. Pouvez-vous dormir ici ou souhaitez-vous que je vous appelle pour que je vous ramène à la maison? Vous êtes invités à rester si vous le souhaitez?” The girl opens her eyes, sees Stephanie, and smiles brightly.

“Je t’attendais. Jordan m’a tellement appris. Puis-je vous montrer ce que j’ai appris?”

“Bien sûr mon amour. Devez-vous faire savoir à quelqu’un que vous êtes en sécurité? Travailles-tu demain?”

“Non. Mademoiselle belle.” Stephanie leans in and kisses her forehead. Then again on her lips. They pause, and kiss far more passionately.

“She is so good at that Mistress. Trust me.” Jordan watches, admiring the pornographic beauty before her. As Stephanie and Marie continue their kiss, Jordan reaches down to finger herself.

Steph removes herself back off the drug that is kissing Marie’s mouth. “Marie, tu n’es plus vierge?”

“Pas plus, non.” Marie reaches back forward to kiss again, but Steph pulls back. She turns to Jordan as replacement. Leaning back over her shoulder, she finds a mouth to kiss. Jordan moves her free hand to Marie’s front, grabbing her face, sucking on her tongue.

Stephanie, with the two before her, “As-tu été baisé par un homme.” Pulling her head sideways, biting down on Marie’s neck, the free hand fingers her clitoris.

“Le personnel ici. Ils me font faire des choses pour eux. Je n’aime pas ça. Ils me forcent, mais jamais de sexe. Pas de rapports sexuels.”

Stephanie removes her skirt and panties, throwing them on the floor by the blouse. “ce qui veut dire qu’ils baisent ta bouche, pas ton vagin. correct?”

“Oui.” Marie answers. Stephanie reaches out to grab the nipples before her. Jordan was fingering her well enough already.

“et tu n’aimes pas les garçons. tu les laisses exploser dans ta bouche comme une prostituée, n’est-ce pas? Et tu ne les aimes même pas?” Marie was riding against the finger on her clitoris, screaming. Stephanie continued, “tu aimes être salope?”

“Oui, oui, ouuuuiiiiii” Marie screamed as her body stiffened, riding out the huge wave coming across her.

Stephanie allowed her moment. “Bonne fille. j’adore quand tu es salope. s’il vous plaît, sucez toutes les bites de l’hôtel et envoyez-moi une photo à chaque fois que vous le faites. J’adore les salopes.”

Stephanie reaches her hand out to gently pet the head of the panting young girl before her. Having no clue what time it is in Parie or back home, Stephanie was feeling a bit tired. She reached out, kissing her new friend, gently. Then passionately. Steph holds her head gently, whispering so gently, “Mais d’abord. Mais d’abord, mon amour.”

More kissing followed; Stephanie pulled Jordans head off Marie’s neck to kiss her mouth. Hands in hair, tongues and lips, the three engage in a sensual expression of love.

“Mais d’abord, mon amour.”

Steph leans back, pulling Marie’s head with her toward her pelvis, “s’il te plaît, moi.” Marie happily obliges, spreading Stephanies thighs wide as she dives in. Jordan follows headfirst and the two alternate kissing each other and licking Stephanie together.

Stephanie happily plays pillow princess allowing the two access to her body to do whatever they like. While Jordan knows all the best spots and how to make them work, Marie was more like the young boy who gets to play with his first set of boobs. Marie feels everything with wonder. She explores, not as a pervert but more like a scientist. She couldn’t believe how tight she was. She lingered in her play with Stephanies breasts, slapping herself in the face with them.

Jordan moved down below to Marie’s ass. She had not licked a hairy pussy since college, and she oddly enjoyed the difference from Stephanie. With Marie on her knees face into Steph’s pussy, her ass was open and free for playing with. Jordan swung her face underneath and pulled the prize down to her mouth. Marie realizing the new setup, looked down to see Jordan’s face, Marie adjusts herself into position as middle link in the chain.

Each of them orgasmed many times, in between, they lay and pet each other and started anew.

Later that evening, without any understanding of time, just dark out the scenic view window, Stephanie and Jordan pillow talk.

Jordan whispers. “It’s so funny. Now, I am so tired I cannot sleep. I have no idea what time it is, but I must have been up for over 24 hours. I don’t want to sleep. I can still taste that duck fat, holy shit that food was amazing, thank you. She is so cute, I can eat her all night.”

Stephanie whispers back. “We need to let the poor girl sleep. I’m still horny, I can eat that shit all night. Both of them, her and the duck… alternating.”

Jordan laughs. “We need to let the poor girl sleep… at least until breakfast.”

Stephanie laughs. The young girl grumbles in her sleep between them.

Jordan has been wanting to ask her one question all night. She sees the private moment as an opportunity. “Steph, what happened tonight? You ok? ”

Stephanie is more shocked, “of course, why? What.. like going out alone??”

Jordan shrugs. “I know I was tired, I don’t disagree, but I wanted to be sure.”

Steph interrupts. “Ok, not your business, but ok, I am a sub too. I still need to prove myself. I needed to complete a task for my master.” Jordan having taking the exclusion personally, not having considered she actually had plans or a task of her own.

“Oh.. Really? I mean, I know, but… OK… I worried.” Jordan knows her place and has not questioned her position here once. But, there was a love of some sort brewing within her. As a friend, lover, boss, whatever it was I doubt either could quantify or explain it. At the same time, how crazy is it to assume these two people would care for each other deeply?

Stephanie knows she left Jordan in the dark in a big city on her first visit. It wasn’t what was planned as much as optimistic. She planned to save Luis for Jordan, having her service him as a tip for his driving. A trusted driver in a foreign city is an asset.

The conversation with Big Daddy was short. In their privacy, even to this day, Big Daddy and Pet maintained a standard master/sub relationship. This was not just a boudoir deal. Before they left, rules were made.

“Please tell me what you plan for this trip. I expect her training will be a big part of this.” Big Daddy was dressing himself as Jordan packed luggage for Stephanie. They stood in the expansive walk-in closet as Jordan took the outfits Stephanie wanted to travel with to the bedroom with their luggage. Jordan, only visiting as appropriate knew they were talking about the trip and Jordan’s training, but the details were scattered.

“Yes, Big Daddy. That is the plan.” Stephanie looks through her swimsuits, deciding which three to bring with her.

He stands behind her looking over his watches for which one matches his outfit best. “What do you request?”

“Sir, permission to get involved where appropriate.” Steph was actually nervous, not knowing where he would take this. She knew she could find a girl when needed, but she is asking outwardly to cheat… at least situationally. She toyed with the two suits she was holding, but her mind was very much not on choosing between the white one or the blue one.

“Meaning, cock?” The watch goes on the wrist.

“Sir, yes.” Jordan enters for her next quarry. She can sense the tension and says nothing. Steph hands her both suits and eyeballs her to get out.

She does.

“Sir, with all due res…”

“Are you excited right now?” Stephanie did not see that as one of the options.

“Sir?” She knew that answer wouldn’t buy her more than a second, honesty was needed. “Uhm, yes, but not like usual.”

“Explain.” He is dressed and checking his reflection in the full length mirror. When satisfied, he closed the closet door, telling Jordan to stay away and not even try. He turned to his Pet.

“Yes. You sexually excite me as you always have. Jordan needs cock, anonymous cock and a lot of it. I planned to make her find her slutty side this week. For her to get cock, I may need to help her get it. So, sir, with permission and situationally only, your permission is required.”

He pondered the concept. “How unusual. I trust you. I have never been given a reason to be jealous, and while I am at the idea, that is my burden. You have been an amazing partner, and a fantastic submissive and you have given me every fantasy I could’ve asked for.”

Steph blushes. Then hates herself for allowing herself to show the red in her cheeks.

He continues. “I love you. I trust you. You have a task.”

Surprised and looking up to her Master, her eyes say what her mind thinks and her mouth cannot.

“You must find a cock for your own. Find passion of a first kiss. Make someone seduce you for your sake, not mine. Get taken, feel free, enjoy your body.”

Back in Paris, Stephanie is naked in a bed with two other beautiful woman and a belly full of Luis cum. She decides what she will share and begins to speak.

“Ok, you deserve to know some, I will give you that. I apologize. This trip was about you, but I stole your moment, and honestly, your cock.” Jordan is confused, and Steph giggles to herself. “I was told to get seduced by a man. When I started talking with Luis, I was vetting him for you. You will still, don’t get me wrong, we will need his services daily. Alas, I couldn’t stop myself. He is also way too fucking cute.”

Jordan is starting to wake up more and more, dragging her fingers across the naked body between them. She nods in agreement. “I thought that was what you were doing. I need a French for Dummies speed course.”

“Oui.” Stephanie says.

“Oui. Merci.” Jordan repeats perfectly. “Marie taught me one tonight… I haven’t said it out loud yet, and I’d like to practice.”

Steph, impressed, encouraged, “Go ahead.”

“Jaah. Mopell. Jordan…. Was that right?”

“Very good, Pet. Like this, ‘Je m’appelle'” She encourages a second try.

“Je m’appelle. Je m’appelle… Je m’appelle” She repeats immediately to be sure she locked the sound in her mind.

“ZZZJJJjjooorrdaahahhhnnn.” The sleeping beauty whispers from between them. Arms reaching to a full body stretch, the young woman turns to kiss the mouth beside her. “Je m’appelle ZZjjjjoorrrdaahhnn.”

Jordan kissed her tenderly, breathing in her smells and softness.

Stephanie admiring, says, “She really likes you. You were her first… by choice.” Marie shuffles her body back to spoon with Jordan behind her. Jordan continues to trail her fingers across her body as Marie tucks back into the fetal position, face to face with Steph. When she realized Steph was looking at them, she scrunched into a warm, comfy, ‘I like this’ face.

“Until breakfast, my love.” Steph whispers to the young woman as she falls back asleep.

Jordan not wanting to let the story go, finds a subtle way to find her way back there. “So, what happened with Luis?”

Steph hoped the topic would settle but did owe her some story. “I saw him and went to his cab for a reason. Mental note, in a foreign city, look for the innocent young cabbie. He will take you anywhere you want if you treat him right, and I know you were going to treat him right, so I wen’t for him instead of getting stuck with a big fat smelly dude. You’re welcome. ” Jordan laughed with a cringy face.

Steph continues, “Right? So, he was cute and the more I spoke with him, the more I favored him for myself. I just wanted to flirt and be flirted with. My instruction was to ‘feel the excitement of a first kiss,’ so when you had a cock in your mouth, I was jealous, I started dressing. I was texting him to come and get me while Marie’s friend was cumming in your mouth. I could smell she was excited and knew you would have your mouth full for a minute… Luis was amazing… can’t wait for you to taste that load. I mean, when I realized Marie was a girl… It took me a minute, I wanted cock for myself so I changed the plans.” Marie’s left eye opens in fake anger, she reaches out to lightly smack Steph in her arm. Then an angry face and back to feigning sleep.

Jordan realized what just happened, Steph was a bit shocked herself. Jordan finds her ass for a light smack, “you understand ENGLISH??”

Pulling the sheet back over to cover her reddening ass and back into her tuck fetal spooning position, she says with eyes closed in an extreme accent. ‘Leetull. Acssseent baaahhd. Je m’appelle JJjjjorrdaahhn. Oui oui oui…’ mocking her orgasm noises.

“And to think we were going to wait to eat breakfast…” Stephanie says as she pulls the sheets back again. Jordan moves to sit on Marie’s sleeping face as Steph spreads her legs wide. “Viens ici, petit-déjeuner.”