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I openedmy teeth slightlyand let histongue slip in.He commenced theacrobatic performance ofhis tongue inside my mouth. Itmade me lightheaded, drove mewild.
"But youonly come once,on Sundays, theLord's Day, right?"Mandy asks withmild contempt inher voice.
After she"The prospect ofa fine mealwas too temptingfor me. Couldn'tbe bothered todrive home anyway,so I've gota room heretonight. See youlater, must goand lap upthe fan worship."
Shecontinued to stareinto his eyes,continuing to softlyrub the hardcock. "Ok slave,have it yourway. I willfeel very bad,having to punishsuch a nicecock and balls."With that shestopped rubbing asher fingers snakeddown between hisball sack andhis thigh. Grippingthe soft skinof the sack,she sighed, "Whata pity, itis a beautifulcock and yourballs are unbelievable."She then letgo of himand walked casuallyover to awall cabinet. Fromthe cabinet sheremoved a surgicaltray, complete withforceps, scissors, surgicalscalpels and suturingthreads. She placedthe implements ona rolling cartand moved themover close tothe exam table,where the slavecould easily see them. His eyesgrew wide ashe saw thetray and thegleaming sterile instruments."Are you sureyou don't wantto tell meyour name?" Sheasked again. Thistime she watchedas his eyesbegan to tearup. The fearwas now obviouson his face.
"I thought itmight, especially whenI saw Jordangroping you thefirst time ithappened, but themore I sawand the moreyou told me,the hotter itmade me. Iwas as hardas a rock,but I alsowanted to seehow it wouldaffect you. Ifyou recall wedarn near screwed each other todeath when youtold me howhe had gottento you."
The Elliottfamily was oneof the nicestfamilies on theirblock. John andJackie had beenhigh school sweethearts.Jackie had gottenpregnant at 17so the twoof them gotmarried. John hadalready graduated andwas working full-timewhile attending communitycollege part-time. Theyhad difficulties atfirst. But Jackiewasn't due untilsummer so shewas able tograduate. Their son,Josh, was born.Then the followingyear Jackie got pregnant again andhad their second,and final, child,Jana.
Actually through thedumb blond attitude,she may havehad a point.I sat andthought for afew minutes. Milesand Martin talkedquietly together. Itseemed she wasright. The menhad decided we'dwalk close togetherwithout talking fromnow on.
Please, ifyou are underthe age of18, don't readthis material. Justwait a fewyears and you'llbe all goodand legal forthis kind ofstuff. Now forthe rest ofyou, Enjoy!
Theroom was large.Probably 16 feet by 20 feet.The cinder block walls were paintedin a lightgrey. It wasstark and bareexcept for alarge rectangular wooden table and awooden desk andchair. Two longrows of florescentlights hung overhead.
"Ithas a harnessto," she saidand raised aneyebrow at mewickedly.
My lipsparted slightly andI could tastethe slick juices covering his cockhead,tasting cock forthe first timein my life.My tongue licked the tip tasting him, tasting hissaltiness. With himpushing relentlessly intomy face andCatherine pushing theback of myhead I coulddo nothing butopen up mymouth. I openedas wide asI could. Thecockhead pushed hard against me andeventually slipped past my teeth. Mymouth was stretchedto its maximumas the cockentered me. Butit carried onpushing through asit hit theback of mythroat. I gaggedbut was trapped.With my handscuffed behind me,unable to seebecause of mytears and unableto control whatwas being doneto me, Ifelt completely defenceless.Hands pulling onmy head andthe huge cockpushing forward. Ithought I wasgoing to die.Roy then pulledback allowing mesome relief beforethrusting hard intomy gaping mouthand slamming hiscock against theback of mythroat.
"Hi guys."
"Thanks,I appreciate that."
Youkiss me hardand tell mehow good thatfelt and hownow it's myturn. I tellyou that Ibrought some thingsand ask ifyou would liketo see. Yousay you doand I goover to mybag. I pullout an assortmentof goodies andyou look themover. You smilequite the evillittle grin andtell me togo to thebed. I smileback and doas you tellme to. Yougrab a fewthings and bringthem over tothe table nextto the bed.You then sityourself next tome and bringyour hands upto take myhair down. Itfalls down myback and yourun your fingersinto it andkiss down myarm. Your touchis almost electrifyingand I canfeel the heatbetween my legsburn hotter still.
"Weneed a showersweetheart." My auntRachael said asshe looked ather body andmine.
The weekendfor our partycame and Joand I cleanedthe basement andwent to getfood and cokes.We were allready by 6:00PM so bothof us wentto get dressed.Jo had onher red leather skirt and ahalter-top. God, shewas really built.I put onmy skirt andtank top. Ilooked in themirror and said,"God. I wishI had titslike Joann."
"Whydon't you godo that, then,"Ann said. "Wecan leave wheneveryou're ready. Ithink I'd liketo stop atthe store first,then go tothe hospital."
"I heardyou with Dadlast night." Isaid.
finishedsucking me off,I got heron her kneesand put mydick in herass. I don'tgo light andI jammed itin there. Hervoice shrieked inpain, I startedtoo pump herasshole as hardas I could."Per favore nonon posso prende no no oohno ahh ohhmerda questo adurooooooooo" This gotme more excited,I ripped herhair back, andspanking her asswith my hand.She screamed tostop but Ididn't I keptdoing it harder.
"And me, you."I said, finallyadmitting it. "I'vealways wanted torun my handsup and downyour tall, athleticbody, and playwith those firm,pert tits."
"What brought that on?" Iasked. "Not thatI'm complaining, mindyou. I'm justrather surprised."
"NOW!" Iyelled.
"Thank you Sir,I want tobe good foryou Sir."
"Had asample milord?"
"Youreally want toknow? I'll tellyou. Art isabout more thanjust making pretty pictures. It isa record anda commentary ofthe times inwhich we live.All those picturesin the NationalPortrait Gallery arenot just paintingsof famous people they are statementabout social order,status, and power.They tell historiansmany things aboutlife in thosetimes, the clothing,the backgrounds, thebooks on thelibrary shelves, thecountryside. They recordpast times, justas much asbooks on history.
Andso it wentfor the nexttwo weeks; Barbara/Barakain bed andthe almond-eyed Arabiannurse, whom shecame to knowas Jamilah ("beautiful"),massaging her patientwith the perfumedsalve to healher wounds andbring her toback-arching orgasms. Hernurse shaved herevery three days:pussy, legs, underarmand anointed herwith oil after,sometimes making herclimax again. Shewas learning moreArabic as thedays passed, andlittle by littleBarbara was fadingand Baraka emerging.She stopped thinkingobsessively about leaving,escaping from hersituation. It was,after all, 1905and the OttomanEmpire had realizedit needed toengage with therest of theworld. Yet, shewas in themiddle of nowhere,with no apparentmeans to communicatewith someone whomight negotiate herdeparture, something shewasn't even sureshe wanted now.
"Towhat?"
"You will bepunished with tenstrokes, delivered hardand swift, acrossyour naked ass,for such impertinence."
"But youonly come once,on Sundays, theLord's Day, right?"Mandy asks withmild contempt inher voice.
After she"The prospect ofa fine mealwas too temptingfor me. Couldn'tbe bothered todrive home anyway,so I've gota room heretonight. See youlater, must goand lap upthe fan worship."
Shecontinued to stareinto his eyes,continuing to softlyrub the hardcock. "Ok slave,have it yourway. I willfeel very bad,having to punishsuch a nicecock and balls."With that shestopped rubbing asher fingers snakeddown between hisball sack andhis thigh. Grippingthe soft skinof the sack,she sighed, "Whata pity, itis a beautifulcock and yourballs are unbelievable."She then letgo of himand walked casuallyover to awall cabinet. Fromthe cabinet sheremoved a surgicaltray, complete withforceps, scissors, surgicalscalpels and suturingthreads. She placedthe implements ona rolling cartand moved themover close tothe exam table,where the slavecould easily see them. His eyesgrew wide ashe saw thetray and thegleaming sterile instruments."Are you sureyou don't wantto tell meyour name?" Sheasked again. Thistime she watchedas his eyesbegan to tearup. The fearwas now obviouson his face.
"I thought itmight, especially whenI saw Jordangroping you thefirst time ithappened, but themore I sawand the moreyou told me,the hotter itmade me. Iwas as hardas a rock,but I alsowanted to seehow it wouldaffect you. Ifyou recall wedarn near screwed each other todeath when youtold me howhe had gottento you."
The Elliottfamily was oneof the nicestfamilies on theirblock. John andJackie had beenhigh school sweethearts.Jackie had gottenpregnant at 17so the twoof them gotmarried. John hadalready graduated andwas working full-timewhile attending communitycollege part-time. Theyhad difficulties atfirst. But Jackiewasn't due untilsummer so shewas able tograduate. Their son,Josh, was born.Then the followingyear Jackie got pregnant again andhad their second,and final, child,Jana.
Actually through thedumb blond attitude,she may havehad a point.I sat andthought for afew minutes. Milesand Martin talkedquietly together. Itseemed she wasright. The menhad decided we'dwalk close togetherwithout talking fromnow on.
Please, ifyou are underthe age of18, don't readthis material. Justwait a fewyears and you'llbe all goodand legal forthis kind ofstuff. Now forthe rest ofyou, Enjoy!
Theroom was large.Probably 16 feet by 20 feet.The cinder block walls were paintedin a lightgrey. It wasstark and bareexcept for alarge rectangular wooden table and awooden desk andchair. Two longrows of florescentlights hung overhead.
"Ithas a harnessto," she saidand raised aneyebrow at mewickedly.
My lipsparted slightly andI could tastethe slick juices covering his cockhead,tasting cock forthe first timein my life.My tongue licked the tip tasting him, tasting hissaltiness. With himpushing relentlessly intomy face andCatherine pushing theback of myhead I coulddo nothing butopen up mymouth. I openedas wide asI could. Thecockhead pushed hard against me andeventually slipped past my teeth. Mymouth was stretchedto its maximumas the cockentered me. Butit carried onpushing through asit hit theback of mythroat. I gaggedbut was trapped.With my handscuffed behind me,unable to seebecause of mytears and unableto control whatwas being doneto me, Ifelt completely defenceless.Hands pulling onmy head andthe huge cockpushing forward. Ithought I wasgoing to die.Roy then pulledback allowing mesome relief beforethrusting hard intomy gaping mouthand slamming hiscock against theback of mythroat.
"Hi guys."
"Thanks,I appreciate that."
Youkiss me hardand tell mehow good thatfelt and hownow it's myturn. I tellyou that Ibrought some thingsand ask ifyou would liketo see. Yousay you doand I goover to mybag. I pullout an assortmentof goodies andyou look themover. You smilequite the evillittle grin andtell me togo to thebed. I smileback and doas you tellme to. Yougrab a fewthings and bringthem over tothe table nextto the bed.You then sityourself next tome and bringyour hands upto take myhair down. Itfalls down myback and yourun your fingersinto it andkiss down myarm. Your touchis almost electrifyingand I canfeel the heatbetween my legsburn hotter still.
"Weneed a showersweetheart." My auntRachael said asshe looked ather body andmine.
The weekendfor our partycame and Joand I cleanedthe basement andwent to getfood and cokes.We were allready by 6:00PM so bothof us wentto get dressed.Jo had onher red leather skirt and ahalter-top. God, shewas really built.I put onmy skirt andtank top. Ilooked in themirror and said,"God. I wishI had titslike Joann."
"Whydon't you godo that, then,"Ann said. "Wecan leave wheneveryou're ready. Ithink I'd liketo stop atthe store first,then go tothe hospital."
"I heardyou with Dadlast night." Isaid.
finishedsucking me off,I got heron her kneesand put mydick in herass. I don'tgo light andI jammed itin there. Hervoice shrieked inpain, I startedtoo pump herasshole as hardas I could."Per favore nonon posso prende no no oohno ahh ohhmerda questo adurooooooooo" This gotme more excited,I ripped herhair back, andspanking her asswith my hand.She screamed tostop but Ididn't I keptdoing it harder.
"And me, you."I said, finallyadmitting it. "I'vealways wanted torun my handsup and downyour tall, athleticbody, and playwith those firm,pert tits."
"What brought that on?" Iasked. "Not thatI'm complaining, mindyou. I'm justrather surprised."
"NOW!" Iyelled.
"Thank you Sir,I want tobe good foryou Sir."
"Had asample milord?"
"Youreally want toknow? I'll tellyou. Art isabout more thanjust making pretty pictures. It isa record anda commentary ofthe times inwhich we live.All those picturesin the NationalPortrait Gallery arenot just paintingsof famous people they are statementabout social order,status, and power.They tell historiansmany things aboutlife in thosetimes, the clothing,the backgrounds, thebooks on thelibrary shelves, thecountryside. They recordpast times, justas much asbooks on history.
Andso it wentfor the nexttwo weeks; Barbara/Barakain bed andthe almond-eyed Arabiannurse, whom shecame to knowas Jamilah ("beautiful"),massaging her patientwith the perfumedsalve to healher wounds andbring her toback-arching orgasms. Hernurse shaved herevery three days:pussy, legs, underarmand anointed herwith oil after,sometimes making herclimax again. Shewas learning moreArabic as thedays passed, andlittle by littleBarbara was fadingand Baraka emerging.She stopped thinkingobsessively about leaving,escaping from hersituation. It was,after all, 1905and the OttomanEmpire had realizedit needed toengage with therest of theworld. Yet, shewas in themiddle of nowhere,with no apparentmeans to communicatewith someone whomight negotiate herdeparture, something shewasn't even sureshe wanted now.
"Towhat?"
"You will bepunished with tenstrokes, delivered hardand swift, acrossyour naked ass,for such impertinence."
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