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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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Being recently separated after a very bad three-year marriage, I was ready and waiting for some action. It’d been nearly two months since the last time I had help getting off. But tonight I was determined to turn my life around and I was in a nasty mood. I was going to find myself some bar slut and get a blowjob. I didn’t even care to fuck at the moment; I just wanted to feel the power of standing over some bitch and ravaging her mouth for my own greedy purposes.

I had been thinking about doing this for three days. I was still bitter over losing my wife to one of her co-workers, and to the likes of a pizza boy at that. The little fucker was just a skinny little prick, and made the money to prove it; slim. Here I was with a solid piece of meat for her, and she wanted to be with a little asswipe that worked making pizzas. Well, tonight I was going to show the bitches of the world that I was in the mood for using one of their team.

I headed out about eight to hit a couple of bars. I didn’t like bars much, as I wasn’t much of a drinker. But where else was I going to find a mouth to feed? My luck wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. It seemed most the hot babes were hanging onto to some guy’s arm already. I went to three different bars, but had the luck of an Irishman. The only thing I had noticed were a couple of guys in each bar seemed to be trolling for their own catch, namely me. It had been quite a while since I went bar hopping as a younger man, but when did it become an easier thing to find guys than it did girls. But I couldn’t really blame them for being attracted to me. I was six foot, 180 lbs, tight abs and a package that could easily please the first seven inches of any orifice it entered. The only problem for them though was that I wasn’t gay.

I figured I must have lost some of my charm during my marriage, what else would explain heading home empty handed on a Friday night. Just as I was leaving the last bar, in walked a scrawny little fucking pizza delivery boy. What a fantastic cherry to put on the end of a totally whacked night. But as if running into this guy wasn’t bad enough, he eyed me like I was a piece of meat. My first reaction was to kick his ass for just looking at me, but when he handed me a business card and said to tell them to ask for Benny to deliver it, I thought better. Now I was eyeing the little sissy before me. I thought about how it would be fitting if I called the little bitch and then worked him over with my cock for a half hour or so.

When the boy got his money from the guy who had ordered it, he noticed I was looking his way. He had the balls to come over to me and asked if I was ready to order anything. I responded with, “If I want anything, I’ll be ordering a pair of lips.” But instead of running, he smiled. I had suspected he was a fag, but now there was no two ways about it. I said, “I’ll think about it. If I don’t get laid pretty soon, I’ll order out.” He smiled again and left.

I sat back down and ordered another drink. I spent the next half hour drinking and thinking about that little fucker. I never got a blowjob from a guy before, but fucking a pizza boy’s face would be so satisfying after what the ex had done to me. I shouldn’t say I never got a guy to blow me before, but the last time was when I was just a kid. I had been hanging out with a friend, and his little brother had become a pain in the ass. We were about fourteen at the time, and his little brother was probably twelve. After bugging us for an hour to do something, we did. We pants him and was going to send him back to his room, but noticed he had a raging little erection from having been forcibly stripped. So, we decided to have some fun with him first.

My friend told me to hold him down on his bed, then he climbed onto his chest and made him suck on his prick. At first I was scared of getting busted, but as I held his legs, his little prick stayed hard as his brother kept tormenting him. So, when I was told it was my turn to take advantage of him, I hopped on. I slapped my own boner over his lips a little, and he opened up for it pretty easily. I leaned over his head and pretended I was fucking a cunt, and he started to flail around. I guess sucking our cocks was okay with him, but he hadn’t planned on getting fucked in the face.

His older brother was getting very turned on watching his little brother getting his face humped, so he told me to teach him a lesson. I had to hold his head in my hands to keep him from squirming away from me. But fucking him like that felt so damn good, I just kept going until I started to cum. I sat back, pulled my prick out of him, and shot my whole load over his face. He was swearing like crazy and sputtering my cum from his lips.

While I finished off my drink, I had decided that I was indeed going to order a pizza. As I drove home, I couldn’t lose my boner even when I tried. I was fixating on fucking that pizza boy as if he was the one my girl had run off with as her new boyfriend. The more I thought about it, the more I decided on teaching the sissy a lesson about picking up guys. He wanted my cock, he was going to get it like he never thought possible. I fished out the business card and ordered a pizza. I did ask for Benny to deliver it and told the guy on the phone that I owed him a tip from the last time. And then I sat in my chair, and drank another beer as I waited for my victim.

When I heard the knock, I went to open the door. Sure enough, it was Benny. He seemed pretty nervous and when he saw me, he made a comment about how he had been kidding me earlier. I said, “Too bad!” I told him to come in and saw him getting rather nervous and fumbling with the pizza. I put the pizza on the table, grabbed his arm and started to lead him down the hall to my bedroom. He started to protest, but I said, “You little fucking cock tease. You wanted to suck my dick, and now you’re going to.” He tried pulling away from me, but had no chance at that.

I shut the bedroom door and stood in front of it to block him from leaving. I stared at him as I took my pants and underwear down. When I stood back up, he was pleading for me to let him go. I told him I would as soon as he was done. At this point, I figured that he probably never had sucked cock before, but he had made the implied invitation and I was going to collect. I saw I might have to give him a little encouragement, so I kicked off my stuff and shoes from my feet, and walked towards him. That’s when he finally admitted that he had never done anything like this before. I told him not to worry, that I would show him everything he would need to know.

Benny tried to back away from me as I approached him, but I grabbed his arm and pushed down on his shoulder. I backed him up to the bed while my hardon was bobbing in front of his face. He wasn’t faking his fear now; he knew he was going to be sucking cock. I grabbed a handful of his hair and told him to shut the fuck up. Then I pulled his head back until his mouth opened for me. I wiped my boner across his lips and toyed with his mouth. It felt so fucking great knowing I was introducing this fucking pizza boy to his first cock. I felt so powerful standing over him and knowing that I had full control over whatever happened.

I finally slid by prick into his mouth and told him to be a good little cocksucker while I made him my bitch. He must have thought about doing this for a long time, because it really didn’t take much to get him started. I ordered him to do all the work at first, but the plan was to fuck the shit out of his face in the end. I still hadn’t decided what to do when I shot my load. I couldn’t decide if it would be more humiliating to him to have his face sprayed with my sperm, or having to swallow it. After several minutes of a weak display of compliance, I grabbed his head in both hands and proclaimed that it was now my turn.

With his head firmly in my grasp, he twisted to get away from me as I stuffed his mouth full of my cock. As I started humping at him, he fought to get away, but I told him he wasn’t going anywhere until I was done. After a minute or so, he did calm down a little. When he held still, I slowed up and pushed deeper. He started gagging on my cock, so I told him to relax and just let me take control. His face was all twisted and distorted from finally getting his first taste of cock. As much as he may have wanted to try sucking a guy off, now he was stuck doing it.

I was getting off on his struggling and my control over him, and I even thought that this was probably the greatest cocksucking I had ever had in my life. I knew forcing him was a major element of my heat, and his resistance only served to get me hotter for his whining little mouth. And then when I saw his eyes begging for me to stop choking him, I felt my cum building up. I looked at him and told him I was going to feed it to him, and he went nuts. But the more he struggled to get away from my grip on his head, the tighter I held him in place. Then as the first shot was ready, I leaned forward and felt my cock right at his throat. I humped him in very short, tight thrusts as I unloaded my balls on my new bitch. I bent slightly to see his throat and that I was forcing him to swallow. His eyes were bugging out over the horror of having my cum going down his throat. I loved the feel of my power over this little cocksucker.

Just as I was ending, I withdrew from his mouth a little, but thrust back and forth several times just to torment him. I slapped the back of his head and made him clean my prick from the residual cum lingering on the shaft. I let go of him and went to get dressed. Then I ordered him to stay put, and went for a couple of beers and the pizza. When I came back, it looked like he had been planning on making a run for it. But I blocked the door and told him to have a piece of pizza. He told me he had to get back, but I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to tell the cops first. I loved his answer when he said, “Why in the hell would I tell anyone what you just made me do?” I informed him that if I told anyone, I would start at his job.

While he ate a piece of the pizza, I complimented him on giving his first head and told him I would call him again sometime. He said he wouldn’t be coming back, and I said, “Yes, you will! I know where you work, and I can find you anytime I want. Besides, it was obvious that back at the bar you were hitting on me.” I looked him in the face, and he knew he had no choice but to answer me truthfully. I asked him, “So, when I call for a pizza, you will be the one delivering it, right?” As much as he just wanted to get away from me, he still meekly choked out a squeaky little, “Yes.” I told him I was satisfied that we had a working agreement, and that he could go now. I put my arm around him to effeminize him and walked him to the door. I had at least fifty pounds on him and six inches, so he had to be rather intimidated.

Benny stopped at the door and asked for his money for the pizza. I told him that he could pay for it. After all, I had just done most of the work turning him into my new bitch. He didn’t like hearing himself referred to as that, but he didn’t want to argue and left.

I sat back down, enjoyed the rest of my pizza, and puzzled over just how fucking good of a time I just had with another guy’s mouth. Getting a blowjob certainly didn’t make me gay, and all I had was fun. I knew I would be calling Benny back in the future, perhaps on my dry nights. When I realized I had just gone through my first all out domination of another person, I got so hot I had to whack myself off again. I was now the Master over another person, and I liked that fact.

The next few days were consumed by the thought of what I had done to the pizza boy. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done sexually, and I’ve done some pretty wild stuff. I knew I was going to be calling him back, and probably more than once. It wasn’t going to be too far down the road as it turned out. I had a couple of friends over on Wednesday night and one of the guy’s wanted to know if I knew of a good pizza joint in the area. When I was through smirking, I said, “Yeah, I know a pretty good place.”

I called in the order and asked for Benny to deliver it. When I opened the door to meet him, he shook like a Shaker chair under a fat woman as he gazed past me to my two buddies sitting on the couch. I told him to put the pizzas on the table and pointed to the kitchen. I thought he was going to jump out of his skin when I slammed the door behind him. I was just fucking with him, but he sure didn’t know it. He just about ran back to the door and put his hand out for money. I stared at him for a moment, and just as he was sure I was going to tell him to pay for them himself, I handed him his money and the usual tip.

Benny gulped big time and turned to leave. I let him get half way down the walk and called him back. He looked like I just snatched Christmas from him. I handed him a one dollar bill with the number one written on it. I told him it was his pay from the other day, and that I expected him to hold onto the bill forever. I had decided to pay him for every time he would service me. The pay was so he would feel like a paid whore, and just a dollar to let him know he was just a cheap whore. I figured I would tell him about this pay thing the next time I called him.

And the next time was Friday night. I called in for the pizza, but asked to speak directly to Benny. I wanted to have his mouth whenever I needed it, but I didn’t want to get the kid fired. That might make contacting him harder. When he got on the phone, I told him I wanted him to come over for a half hour when he delivered the pizza to me. It was up to him how he accomplished it. I told him to come by around eleven. I spent the next couple of hours fantasizing what I was going to do to him. I figured as his dominant figure, I should make sure he had to do something he really had to be ordered to do, and that there should be some element of humiliation to each visit.

I wondered just what my boy Benny was thinking about as he was trying to get his work done. I knew there was some part of all this that made him happy to come back, but there was always the embarrassment of having to suck a man off that I knew bothered him. I could tell right from our first meeting at the bar that he wanted to suck cock, but he wasn’t mentally ready to do it on his own. And having to swallow my load his very first time must have put him over the edge.

As it approached eleven, I had my entire plan laid out. I opened the door and noticed he took a quick look around to see if my friends were there. I told him to come on in and set the pizza on the bed. I got us each a beer and met him there. He was definitely worried about what I had planned, so I put him at ease a little and told him I wouldn’t shoot my load down his throat this time. I had a much more interesting thing to do with my cum. I told Benny to grab a slice and eat up. At first, he didn’t want to, but I insisted. After he took his first bite, I told him to come over to me and use his free hand to get my pants, shorts, and shoes off. Every time he would stop chewing, I would tell him to keep eating.

I sat back on the edge of the bed, placed a slice of pizza on the top of the box, and peeled the cheese off of it. I told Benny to take his place and had to coax him a bit. I told him I was a little weird and liked having sex with pizza. He didn’t want to get started on his own, so I grabbed the back of his head by his hair, and pulled him within reach of my prick. I helped him to the point of getting it into his mouth, but then told him he had to work it off himself. It took him a minute to get into it, but he finally started.

After he got me very interested in his tightly wrapped lips, I grabbed his head and started to hump him a little. I wasn’t doing much dominating, so I got into it gradually but adding more power to my thrusts. When I gagged him for the first time, I became fascinated by his tormented look, and I had to have more. I purposely forced his head down onto my cock just enough to keep him gagging. Tears started to run form his eyes as a reflex. Then I decided to make him do it to himself. I took my hands away from his head, and told him to choke himself on my prick. At first, he just made the noise, but I demanded that I wanted to feel him banging his throat against the head of my dick.

Benny paused just long enough to take a serious look at my face, and knew I meant it. His face twisted up a little, but he pushed himself down until he bottomed out on my prick. He didn’t gag, so I told him, “Faster, harder.” He went down again and again; all the while I kept warning him to do it better. I leaned back on one hand and put the other on the back of his head. I didn’t push on it, I just wanted him to feel it. After a while, he was genuinely forcing himself to gag on me. I called him a good bitch for doing so well, and when I saw his eyes tearing up, I even told him he should be proud of the way he was fucking my cock with his mouth. That actually must have made him feel good, because he picked up the pace and brought even more tears that ran down his cheeks. The sounds emanating from his throat was so fucking hot to me. And causing himself to tear up by choking himself on my cock made me feel so masterful.

I could feel myself getting closer to my finale, so I grabbed his head in my hand, and held him to me as I stood up. Then I told him to relax and I would take over. His eyes seemed to plead for me to go easy on him. As if that was really going to happen! I fucked away at his lips like it was my last fuck, and berated him as my bitch all the while. I made him murmur affirmatively that he liked being my bitch between my thrusting, and then I pulled away from him. I grabbed the slice of pizza from the box and sprayed my sperm all over it. Benny’s face looked quite puzzled at that, but I kept him busy by having him clean the head of my cock off.

I was winded and sat on the bed, but I told him I wanted him to lick my balls while I waited to get my hardon back. So, I told him to lie on the floor beside me and I straddled his chest. I positioned my balls over his mouth and ordered him to bathe them for me. While he was busy doing that, I leaned over to the pizza box, and placed the cheese back on top of it. I sat back on his chest to hold him in place, and when he saw the slice of pizza in my hand, he caught on. I put the tip of the slice to his mouth, but he wouldn’t open, so I slapped the side of his head. I had to slap him again, but this time he opened and took a bite of it. He grimaced as he chewed it up knowing that my cum was under the cheese. I told him he was going to eat the whole slice, and kept forcing him to chew away at it faster.

When he got down to the crust, I told him he had better hurry and get back to his shop. I got off him and noticed I had another hardon. I teased him a little about what he thought the other night when he saw my friends. He begged me to never tell anyone about us and I told him I meant to keep us a very good secret… just as long as he performed as required. I taunted him about the new topping he just had on his pizza and told him I’d feed him like that again sometime if he liked it.

At the door, I gave him another dollar bill and told him he earned it. This one had a two on it, so he asked what the numbers were representing. I told him that was the number of times he had sucked me off, and that this was the way we were going to keep track of our playtimes together. He looked a bit bashful and asked me how often I expected him to come by my house. I told him at least once or twice a week, unless he wanted it more often. With that he walked away leaving me to wonder if he just assumed he was paying for the pizza, or if it had been a gift for me.

I had been perfectly satisfied by my new little cocksucker, but yet as soon as he left, I was horny all over. I went on the internet to look for any stories about guys into dominating others. I not only wanted ideas, but to get a feeling for what others got from it. There were a ton of sites, and though I got a lot of good ideas, there was a lot of sick shit as well. I was especially interested in some of the stories I read on girls being enslaved. I immediately wondered if Benny had a girlfriend. Then I wondered how I could control a girl. Benny was easy; all I had to do was threaten to expose him. After reading several letters about dominating both guys and girls, I knew I was going to have to get a sweet, young girl to fill in for my fucking needs.

I started up a chat room on my ISP and started looking for a girl that wanted to help me practice my new hobby. I found a lot more guys than girls, but was overall amazed at the number of people that stopped in to talk. But one girl seemed rather interesting. The big problem with her though was that she was only eighteen. But her desires were compelling to say the least. She had been browbeaten by her last boyfriend and rather liked being told every little thing he wanted her to do. I kept going back to her age, and she promised that it wouldn’t be a problem. I asked her real name and she told me it was Amy. So, I said, “If you really want to be my sex slave, then find a way to make me feel safe. That will be your first task; pass it and you belong to me, if not, c’ya.”

Just about that time, I received a picture of Amy in my email, and I immediately prayed she would find a way to make me feel safe about fucking an eighteen year old. She was so fucking hot, topless, and in a thong. I would have walked over my own mother to get to her. I gave her forty-eight hours to come up with a way to make me feel safe, sent her from the room, and went back to fishing for a new playmate to compliment my pizza boy. Besides going back to her picture several times, I put Amy out of my mind.

The following day I spent browsing the chat rooms again. I was getting convinced that I needed a better avenue to find my next conquest. I looked for Amy several times, but she was apparently put off by my attitude, or perhaps my online profile. Maybe a thirty year old was over her head after all.

Sunday turned into a very pleasant day however. It started out feeling like every place I went, I was getting followed. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew something was going on around me. I was horny as hell most of the day and half suspected that I was going to be calling Benny back for a quick servicing tonight. I had run a bunch of small errands in the morning, and when I got back to my house, there was a note on the door. I went inside and set down the bags of groceries I had picked up. Then I grabbed a beer and sat down at the table to read the note.

It read: You don’t know me, but I know you. If you’re a smart man, you’ll hide in the bushes next to the gazebo down at the park below your house tonight. Bring a camera with a good night lens and be there by eight sharp.

Okay, someone obviously had something they wanted to show me. So, after all the chats I had had online in the last three days, I planned on going. I was pretty sure that I knew who had something to show me. This girl I had talked to was really into being watched, so I guess she had planned on putting on a show for my benefit. I’d never been a voyeur before, but the idea excited me. I had to borrow a good camera from a friend. It was a movie camera though, because it was the only one I could find that had a night setting.

I slapped on some bug repellant and headed out early to make sure I was in place at the right time. As the clock drew closer to eight, I had such a fucking hardon the I thought about pulling on it until ‘whoever’ showed up. It was about ten minutes past the hour when I heard a bunch of voices. It sounded like a bunch of kids, and I got pissed thinking that they were going to blow a good thing for me. When they got closer, I saw there were what appeared to be four boys and a pretty hot looking girl, or at least the silhouette of her body implied as much. The strange thing seemed to be that the girl was much taller than all the boys. The boys I would have guessed to only be around sixteen or seventeen by their dress. The girl could have been anything up to twenty the way she was dressed.

All the kids went into the gazebo and I wanted to rage at them to get them to move along. I edged my way within about ten feet of the place and was about to scare the hell out of them, when I noticed the boys were all standing back, looking at the girl. For some reason I clicked on the camera and moved to get a better view of the girl. Then, she pulled her top and bra off in one swift move and her skin shown so nicely under the lights in the park. It was still dark enough so anyone else fifty feet away couldn’t see what was going on, but I had an eyeful. It was sinking in that this was what I was sent to record, so I hunkered in and kept rolling.

The girl had small, but fabulously young looking tits. No sag yet, so I figured she had to be pretty young herself. She said something to the boys and they all suddenly started dropping their pants. As soon as one of them got their pants down, the girl was between his legs and sucking on his young man prick. The zoom and night ability of this camera was fantastic. Most of the recording was coming out fantastically well. I couldn’t believe watching these young boys pricks waiting for a turn at the girl was such a turn on for me. And sure enough, they were all given a turn. It didn’t look like she was actually getting them to cum, so I figured they probably weren’t into the macho necessity of needing completion yet.

I saw the girl back away from them and declared that they all had had enough. I saw this as my opportunity to get a quick blowjob myself, but I did have a macho necessity in mind. I walked out of the bushes and was directly behind the boys as I said, “You have any idea how much trouble you boys could be in?” I held the camera up so they could see the evidence I had of them having sex in the park. I could see the girl appeared to be several years older than any of the boys and berated her for allowing this to go on. I chased the boys off, but told the girl I would need her parent’s information so I could contact them. I wasn’t going to, but figured she would be very pliable thinking about what I was going to tell them.

Right off the bat, she began pleading for me not to tell her parents or anyone else. Then she started bargaining. “Please mister, if you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll do whatever you say.” She came towards me and her tits were even finer up close. She asked, “Isn’t there anything I can do to keep you quiet. I’ll do whatever you say, but that camera could send me to jail. Please don’t show it to anyone.” She added the perfect sell to the bargain, “All those boys were younger than me and I could go to jail for what I just did to them.”

I grinned knowing that getting a blowjob from her now could be just the tip of the iceberg. I asked, “Anything?”, and she nodded her head to show agreement. I reached over to grope her right boob in my fingers and pulled them off while tugging her supple skin through them in a milking fashion. She didn’t back away at all, so I told her to lie down on the deck. I went down with her, leaned over her heavenly chest, and started suckling away at her pert little nipples. Despite her apparent age, with the evidence lying next to me, I felt quite safe at molesting this tiny sweetheart.

While I groped away at her pretty chest, and sucked on her nipples, she wanted to talk a little. I was in for the shock of my life. She said, “You know, I’m only sixteen and you could get in a lot of trouble doing this to me, if you didn’t have that tape to blackmail me with.” There was an uncomfortable pause as I thought first of jail, then about how right she was about her analysis. She went on, “So, I guess this makes me your property for now on… and that would make you, what… Master Jake?”

I jerked back from her and realized she had set me up for something. I asked her name, and it all came together as she said it was, “Amy”. I said, “You little bitch! You did it, you fucking little cunt.” It was the hot girl I had talked to online two nights earlier. She had indeed found a way to make us playing together safe for me. I was suddenly surprised that I hadn’t recognized these perky little boobs of hers. I had even jacked myself off looking at them.

I found myself with a raging hardon at this point, and wanted to fuck the shit out of this sweet little fuck. I told her, “Okay bitch, your first lesson! I’m going to rape your ass right here and now. You had better not make a sound, but you had better not make it easy for me either. You got me?” She was a very quick study. She immediately started pushing me off of her, and squirming under me as if to get away. I held both of her tiny wrists in on hand over her head and groped her crotch rather freely. She twisted under me, but my weight was plenty to keep her from getting away. As I rubbed her mons roughly through her shorts, she bucked and twisted her hips trying to get away from my touch.

I went teasingly slow at pulling her shorts open, then pushing my hand in under the edge of her panties. Her stomach was so smooth and tight, and at first seemed to go on forever. But it seemed so long because she was bald as an old man down there. I had to get a better look and pushed her shorts and panties down far enough to get a good look at her. I played my fingers through her lips and slit some, and she asked in a little girl tone, “You like the little girl look, Master?” I said, “Yes, indeed I do. You’re going to be such a sweet fuck.” With that, she started bucking and writhing under me to get free.

I jerked her hard against the deck and used my foot to kick her shorts and panties off her feet. When they no longer restricted her, she flailed her legs from side-to-side. She was so spirited and was making this just challenging enough to make her the fuck of a lifetime. All the time she was minding herself to keep from making a sound as I had instructed of her. I got my own pants down far enough to make myself usable. And when I got between her legs and kept them from being able to close, she stepped up her fighting a couple of notches. She was so smooth and wet, I found the entry to her hole rather easy, and as I pushed, she started on her role even further.

Amy kicked the back of my legs and said, “You fucker! You like raping little fucking girls. Aren’t you man enough to fuck women your own age. Or are you just after the tightness of a virgin.” Damn, she was not only good, but was just as fucking hot and horny as I was. She taunted me throughout my fucking her, playing on all the things that got the most response from me. Her pussy was so nicely tight and comfortable. I slipped through her lips and I swear I could feel every vein in my cock flopped back-and-forth, as they made their way past the tightest ring of her muscles.

And the girl liked being talked to just as much as I did. I kept calling her a cunt and bitch, slut and whore. It only turned her on more. I told her how she was mine now and would be doing whatever I asked of her. I tried taunting her with images of being forced to fuck my friends, or forced to eat a pussy herself, but all my taunts did was cause even more exuberance. She hit the crescendo though when I mentioned she had best not complain when I tied her over my couch, blindfolded her, and let my friends and I fuck her for hours without a rest.

My balls were aching to shoot their load, and I thrust at her cunt so hard she squealed out a little in pain each time. Then I pulled her legs through the air until I had her feet next to her head, totally exposed for my hardest thrusts at her. And while she berated me for raping her cunt, I jabbed at her one last, deep stroke, and held still in her as I relieved myself. Her eyes were on fire as she tried her best to feel my cum hitting her. Quickly her eyes turned to utter satisfaction. I got up off her after a minute, and she sat up to look at me. We were both still panting and staring at each other.

Amy finally said, “Was I a good fuck for my Master? I hope I didn’t disappoint you?” She waited for my answer, and then said, “If I didn’t do well enough there, my mouth is pretty talented.” I told her she had been quite satisfying. I said, “But as far as being my new bitch, we’ll see how you hold up. Maybe I’ll have to see how you fuck three or four of my friends before I make a decision.” Her eyes rolled towards the floor as she said, “Yes Master. I’ll do whatever you command of me sir. I will please you.” I demanded that she keep her hands away, as I took great pleasure in struggling to dress this petite little body of hers. I could see she found it quite erotic herself being dressed for the first time in her life by another person. Fitting her panties into place around her vulva made her eyes glow. Then as I struggled with her flimsy teen bra, I took great effort to insure her small titties rested nicely in their jersey cloth cups.

When I was done and told her our first session was over, she confessed how my dressing her was the wildest thing she ever had done to her. All I could say was, “Just wait!” She gave me a note with her cell phone number, and times she would always promise to make herself available to me. All she asked in return was that I never hurt her on purpose, or do something a second time that she really didn’t like. And she asked me to respect her code word of, ‘uncle’ if she really wanted me to stop something. I complimented her on setting things up so nicely, and asked of her experience; such as how many other men or boys she was a submissive to. She thought for a moment, handed me her phone, and told me to look at her phonebook.

It took a moment, but when I finally found my way to it, there was only one number stored in it. I recognized the number as my own, the name in the book however was just, Master. I smiled and was about to ask her how she got my number, but I was in the book and my online profile gave her enough to find me. I gave her one long kiss goodbye and walked her out of the park to where she had parked her car, several blocks away. I asked her when and how often she would like to play, and she responded with, “I’m yours for whenever and for however as long as you want. I’m you’re property to do with as you see fit at any of the times I gave you. And I’ll do my best to extend those times as you request. But one request, if I may Master…if I’m to be given over for use by your friends, please make sure they respect the rules as well?” I guaranteed her safety, and her happiness. I looked around as we got to her car, and when I saw no one, I gave her a quick kiss and told her to wait for me on line so we could talk more tonight.

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