3 AUDIOBOOK COLLECTIONS

6 BOOK COLLECTIONS
 CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 21 Astrid’s video

Chapter 22 The inauguration
Chapter 23 Petra
Chapter 24 Linda’s other virginity
Chapter 25 Lance and Cathy
Chapter 26 Bethany’s paintings
Chapter 27 George and Janet’s daughter Dawn
Chapter 28 Lori and Mel
Chapter 29 Bethany’s paintings exhibition
 Lew’s Photo Studio
Book 3
Copyright© 2023 by Lew Pit
Cover photo Copyright© 2023 by LVdP

Introduction

Book 3 tells how Lew ends up in an orgy with 6 women. You’ll participate in the inauguration
of a BDSM club, you will meet Lew’s new Polish, body-builder cleaning lady. Linda returns to
Lew for him to take her final virginity. Lew is at his best tricking Cathy into shedding her
clothes in front of the camera and gets Bethany to agree on a painting exhibition with the
help of Linda. He experiences a most interesting encounter with George and Janet’s daughter
Dawn, followed by a visit from a very liberated American couple. Finally, the day has arrived
for Bethany’s painting exhibition, just before Lew and Grace depart on the cruise of their
lives.

The cast in alphabetical order.

Alicia (77) The woman who at age 36 took Lew’s virginity when he was 18.
Astrid (36) Shop owner, “Boutique Astrid” customer of Lew.
Bethany (44) Runs a perfumery annex Beauty parlor.
Catharina (49) Italian, the first girl photographed by Lew in the nude, long ago.
Cathy (45) Was tricked into posing nude with a fake wager.
Dawn (24) Daughter of Janet and George with extremely long hair, amazon, single.
Elisa (22) Brazilian Sub of Jack works for him, sister of Jada, a BDSM aficionado.
George (45) Husband of Janet has no clue about how to pleasure a woman.
Grace (52) mother of Nancy, realtor.
Jack (36) Electrician, Master of Elisa, BDSM aficionado, and bondage specialist.
Jada (18) Sister of Elisa, a Job student who works for Lew, and is his sub.
Janet (42) Abused wife of George.
Lance (62) Wants nude pictures of his wife Cathy.
Lew Emmett (59) main character, retired owns the photo shop and studio, bachelor.
Linda (20) Very flexible girl, eager to start a career as a model.
Lori (56) Wife of Mel, American, former performer in Amsterdam sex clubs.
Mel (57) Husband of Lori, American, visiting Europe again after boisterous youth
Nancy (26) Young mother convinced by Lew to pose nude with her baby Amelia.
Petra (36) Lew’s cleaning lady ex-bodybuilder, single.
Tanja (42) Operates the BDSL club under the photo studio, Mistress of Vagina.
Vagina/Vag (24) Tanja’s sub, a former chef.

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persons, living or dead, events, or location is entirely coincidental.
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and graphic descriptions of sexual acts involving men and women contained in these
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 Chapter 21
Astrid’s video.
Today was ‘V’ day, video day, all parties involved in this project had agreed to meet
at 7 AM at the palatial home Grace was so kind as to let us use it for the video shoot.
To be on time, I had asked Jada to be at the shop at 6:30 to load the van I had hired
for moving all my equipment and the additional stuff I had rented, including a
generator as we didn’t want to use a significant amount of the house’s electricity. I
was pretty nervous as these were my first professional steps in the art of video as the
cameraman and director rolled into one. I had studied very hard: every spare
moment I had during the past weeks had been dedicated to mastering a number of
these, for me, new techniques. It would also be a first for Jada as my assistant. One
thing we didn’t have to worry about was sound, all sound would be replaced with
music in the final videos. There was another thing that got me really worried. I would
be the only man with 5 gorgeous, hot women, Grace, Astrid, Bethany, Linda, and
Jada, so to be prepared for all eventualities, I had taken my blue pills with me.
Upon arrival I saw Astrid’s and Linda’s car, but not Grace’s; how she got there I have
no idea. When she let us in, the mystery was solved as she told me Nancy had
dropped her off and was using her car to meet up with a young couple who were
house hunting. Nancy would pick her up later in the afternoon when we had finished.
Bethany arrived simultaneously with us.
Jada and I quickly started to unload the van and set up the equipment. I had a pretty
good idea of what I would shoot where, so that was fairly easy. The logic required us
to shoot the swimwear around the outdoor and indoor pools and the sleepwear and
lingerie in one of the big bedrooms. Not taking any risk with the weather, we started
with the swimwear around the outside pool. By the time Jada and I had set up the
equipment Bethany had done her magical painting on Linda and we were good to go.
Linda showed one bathing suit after the other around the deck and pool. Astrid had
even a few designated to get wet, so we could also film Linda going in and coming
out of the pool as if she really had taken a swim.
That done, we moved to the indoor pool, where Astrid took me aside.
“Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure, what can I do for you?”
“It’s not so much what you can do for me, but what Jada could, as I don’t see you
model any of the bathing suits. Do you think she would be willing to model some of
them? If you can spare her of course?”
“If you can help with the reflector, I don’t see why not, I don’t think Jada would mind
at all. Why don’t you go ahead and ask her?”
I was not surprised Astrid asked me this, after all, Jada was a gorgeous young girl
with a Brazilian perfect ass to die for. The ultimate model to show swimwear, giving it
an exotic touch.
“Jada, how would you feel about modeling some of the bathing suits?”
“Lew, would that be OK for you?”
“Yes dear, it’s entirely up to you if you want to do this.”
“Yes, then Miss Astrid I’d love to.
“Excellent let’s get you set up.”
“Bethany, can you do your paint magic on Jada as well please, she’s going to show
some of the bathing suits together with Linda?”
“OK.”
All of a sudden I had two stunning models to direct. Jada’s olive skin tone made a
nice contrast with Linda’s paler complexion, but both of them had stunning bodies,
complementing each other in the tits department. Linda with her average B cup
boobs with Jada bringing a full C cup to the table. As Jada had not had a Brazilian
wax, Astrid had to be careful not to have her model the high-cut suits with a thin
strip barely covering the labia, and leaving all the rest on display. Basically, all of
Astrid’s bathing suits left most of the body bare, and with some of them, you even
wondered if they were really wearing anything at all or if they were only suited for an
adult audience.
Around the indoor pool, we could shoot the bathing suits that were not meant for
bathing but more for tanning. Two were earmarked also for getting wet, though
when Linda got in the pool wearing them we immediately saw why they were not
meant for swimming: they became almost completely transparent when wet. It was a
good thing that Linda had been given a Brazilian wax shortly before the shoot, the
material displayed her hairless pussy lips in a very enticing way. Jada, with her dark
Brazilian bush, was kept wisely out of the water.
She did keep up her end as if she had done this her whole life, and by lunchtime, the
bathing suit videos were all done. Grace had brought some food for us, only healthy
stuff, salads, and sugar-free soft drinks which she laid out on the big table on the
pool deck. Having not had anything since breakfast, and some didn’t even have
breakfast, we wolfed the food down fairly quickly.
After lunch, Astrid, Bethany, and Linda took it easy, while Jada and myself moved all
the required equipment into the chosen bedroom for the lingerie and nightwear
shoot. By the time we were set up, Bethany had touched up Linda’s makeup and
Astrid had laid out the different sets to be photographed. We went to work again,
and by 4 pm we’d finished. Jada and I got busy packing up all the equipment and
stacking it safely into the van so that by 4:30 we were packed and ready to go. Astrid
was pleased with the day and brought a few bottles of bubbly to have a drink after
we were done. Gathered on the pool deck we took it easy while we had a celebratory
drink.
I had been watching Jada who had been looking with greedy eyes at the pool on this
rather hot afternoon. All of a sudden she jumped up and in her youthful enthusiasm,
stripped completely naked and jumped in the pool. When Linda, not that much older
than Jada, saw that, she also stripped and jumped in after her. We were the lucky
ones, sitting close to the border of the pool, to be on the receiving end of all the
water that splashed up and over us when they jumped in. I am not going to say we
were soaked, but we were pretty wet, but it cooled us down nicely.
When Grace saw what was happening, she also stripped and jumped in. As she was
our host, that sort of condoned it, giving Astrid, Bethany, and myself her blessing to
do the same. Astrid and Bethany didn’t hesitate to follow the example of the other
three, but I remained seated enjoying my glass of Champagne, though I did grab my
camera, clicking away at all this enticing naked female beauty displayed in front of
me. I was so engrossed in taking pictures of Jada and Linda that I hadn’t noticed
Astrid, Grace, and Bethany slipping out of the pool at the other end. Jada and Linda
came towards me getting out of the pool holding out their hands and arms as if they
wanted to grab me, so I backed up and was stopped by six other hands and arms
grabbing me from behind, tearing at my clothes. Forever caring Jada had taken my
camera and put it safely on the nearby table.
In no time I was also starkers, completely surrounded by 5 naked females, making
my worst fears come true, how in heaven’s name was I going to satisfy 5 hot
women? Sort of anticipating, (and secretly hoping) for this kind of outcome, I had
taken precautions by taking one of my blue pills when I had locked the van after
reloading. My cock was fully erect when Astrid and Bethany started licking it on either
side, while Grace, her hand between my legs, from behind, fondled my balls, tickling
them with her fingernails. Linda and Jada stood on the side watching the scene while
measuring each other up moving a little hesitantly, closer to each other, their body
language, making it clear, they both had similar feelings. Jada took Linda tenderly in
her arms and carefully ventured a kiss on her lipstick-red lips with hers.
All of a sudden it hit me, I was making village history here: the two biggest social
enemies were jointly licking and pleasuring my cock. I absolutely needed to get a
picture of that, so I carefully reached for my camera snapped a photo, then quickly
put it back before they realized what I’d done. Grace, getting slightly bored playing
with my balls, had moved to my front giving me a wink. She had seen what I just did.
She was more interested in invading my mouth with her tongue, and with her arms
around my neck, she gave my hands-free access to her voluptuous boobs.
Astrid and Bethany seemed to be having the time of their life, licking the side of my
cock and taking equal turns gobbling it up and sucking it all the way into their
throats. Making the most of my lessons with Alicia when I was young, I seriously
needed to keep my wits about me not to cum. From the corner of my eye, I could
see Linda and Jada in a 69 position on one of the sunbeds sampling each other’s
pussies, both moaning hard.
My wicked mind commanded me to try the ultimate game with these 3 attacking my
body. I slowly moved my little threesome towards one of the sunbeds and lay down,
resulting in some protests from Astrid and Bethany. Using my recently acquired
director skills, I indicated to Bethany to straddle me, impaling herself on my cock in a
reverse cowgirl position, with Grace, straddling my legs, facing her so they could play
with each other’s tits and frig each other’s clits, something I was sure they wouldn’t
have a problem with not being social enemies. To Astrid, I suggested she straddle me
with her back to Bethany, sitting on my face so I could apply my pussy eating skills to
her hot snatch, tasting her enticing juices while still playing with her tits. After about
ten minutes I changed the carousel around, with Grace on my cock, and Bethany on
my face, allowing Grace and Astrid to attend to each other’s tits and pussy. Going by
the pleasure noises the girls were making, this bi-sexual play seemed to work. I even
detected some orgasms happening above me.
After another ten minutes, it was time to do something different; I wanted to involve
the younger girls in our play, allowing me to do a one-on-one with each of the girls.
Disentangling from our foursome, I directed Bethany to get on all fours on the
sunbed for some good old-fashioned doggy-style fucking. Astrid and Grace looked at
each other not immediately knowing what to do, so pointing to Jada and Linda I
suggested they teach the youngsters some new tricks. That was all the
encouragement they needed to attack these two, pulling them apart and dragging
each to a different sunbed. Astrid with Linda, with whom she had played before, and
Grace with young Jada, seeming rather interested in tasting a Latino pussy.
Positioning myself behind Bethany, I held my dick in front of her juiced-up pussy,
ready to slide it in. She pulled her lips invitingly open with both hands while saying,
“Yes fuck me, I want that dick of yours deep in my cunt, I want to feel your hot cum
extinguish the fire in my overheated pussy!”
What could I do with such a friendly invitation? Do what the woman asked for, and
shove my steel-hard pole balls deep into her wet hot love channel. Grabbing her hips
for support, I pumped away, sliding hot flesh against hot flesh, and on the outward
movement pulling her pussy lips out, making it look as if they were trying to prevent
me from leaving. I felt Bethany’s cunt muscles rippling as ecstasy inched her orgasm
closer to boiling point. I slid my hands from her hips inward to find her pleasure
button, frigging it, sliding my fingertip over her nub, making her groan in pleasure
and bringing her closer to her orgasm.
I heard similar noises emanating from the two other sunbeds occupied by the
old/young duos, licking, sucking, and caressing each other’s sensitive spots. Seeing
these two hot lesbian scenes was not helping to keep my orgasm at bay. When
Bethany finally started convulsing and contracting down my shaft as she came
shrieking and squealing, I lost it too, pushing one last time, as deep as I could, and
squirting rope after rope of hot cum, extinguishing the fire in her pussy with my
gooey gunk. We both collapsed onto the sunbed completely spent. I recovered after
a few minutes, pulling out of Bethany, still, rock hard thanks to my blue pill, and
taking her hand, I pulled her up, and together we jumped in the pool to cool off. The
lesbian duos were splattered as we had been before by the youngsters. That was the
sign for them to follow suit and jump in the pool as well.
We began to chase each other around playing and horsing around. Grace was telling
about her daughter Nancy and her ability to dive and stay a very long time
underwater, when all of a sudden the subject of her tales appeared around the
corner of the house on the pool deck, pushing the pram with baby Emelia sitting up,
looking around, very interested. When Nancy saw us, she parked the pram, and hit
the brake, getting out of her clothes in no time at all. She dived in and disappeared
underwater as if to confirm her mother’s story. I was the first to experience Nancy’s
presence in the water as all of a sudden I felt a warm mouth sliding over my still-hard
dick and starting to suck.
“Grace, she’s doing it again!” I shouted. Everybody was looking at me discerning
Nancy’s lithe figure under the water as if attached to my body. After a while
everybody, except Grace, was getting worried, Nancy stayed underwater sucking my
dick to her heart's content. Grace on the other hand had jumped out of the pool and
was playing with her grandchild, who was cooing and enjoying all the attention. With
all the naked boobs on display, maybe she was even comparing all the different sizes
of potential nourishment sources she was seeing. It was clear that Nancy was set on
proving her capabilities of staying a long time underwater, which she couldn’t do in
the jacuzzi that famous evening. Finally, she had to come up for air. Everyone
clapped their hands to congratulate her on her achievement. The only one that was
not happy was my dick, now all of a sudden surrounded by cold water again. I
stepped out of the pool, still fairly erect. Upon seeing this, Bethany and Astrid
followed me, quickly catching up, almost fighting to grab my pole. It made me feel
like a sultan with two girls from his harem begging for his attention. A wicked idea
sprouted up again in my perverted brain.
“Oh my little harem girls, why don’t you kneel in adoration of your sultan, and when
you work together there will be enough for the both of you, why don’t you start by
paying tribute to the object of your affection? You know that it loves to be licked by
your warm agile tongues and sucked into your hot mouths or even pressed between
your soft breasts.”
They both caught on fairly quickly and joined me in the fantasy I was trying to
create.
“Oh big sultan, how shall we go about it, you have only the one object of our
adoration and there are two of us eager to pay our respects to your regal staff. We
both want to drink from your fountain and taste your yummy cum.”
“Maybe you can repeat your former manipulations, each taking care of one side of
my regal staff with your snake-like tongues, and may I suggest while doing that, you
make your nipples hard as entertainment for your sultan.”
Both ‘harem girls’ encased one side of my wiener between their lips, one going
towards my pubes, while the other went direct to the bulbous head, sucking it briefly
in her mouth. I called over Nancy and Linda to help complete the harem while Grace
and Jada were having fun with baby Emilia.
“Linda, I want you to squat behind my harem ladies and bring them to the mood by
frigging their pussies. Harem girls stick out your bums so that harem girl Linda can
get to work on your enticing snatches. Harem girl Nancy, I want you to entertain me
by rubbing your gorgeous boobs all over my back and tickling my balls with your
fingers.”
While sticking out my cock, I kept my hands behind me, strumming Nancy’s pussy
while she pushed her tits against my back. Slowly but surely I felt my orgasm
approaching. The two in front of me were moaning being brought closer and closer to
an orgasm as well by Linda’s capable hands and fingers moving fast in and out of
their sopping cunts.
“Nancy, take the regal staff in your hand and make it cum all over my two harem
girl’s faces.”
Upon hearing that, both girls in front of me looked up and opened their mouths, like
baby birds in a nest who hear their mother or father arrive with a load of nourishing
worms. It didn’t take Nancy very long to make me spray the upturned faces with my
yummy cum. She played her part to perfection, dividing the squirts equally between
the two open, hungry mouths. Both swallowed greedily, while their fingers gathered
the drops that missed their eager mouths spilled on their faces and boobs, sharing it
with Linda and Nancy who had played their part well and deserved this small treat.
Astrid was the quicker one of the two, taking me in her mouth, sucking out the last
drops, ending the workings of my little blue helper, making my now overworked dick,
drop its fiery head.
We all jumped into the pool one last time to clean up and cool off, getting out one by
one, drying off, and getting dressed again - all except Jada and Linda, they kept
going at each other. Everybody left, except Grace and me. I’d promised Grace I
would stay on to clean up and set everything back to how it was before, as I didn’t
want her to have to do it all by herself and it didn’t feel fair on her after all she’d
done for me. I told Nancy I would bring her mother home, so she could leave as well
with baby Emilia. Despite Linda and Jada still playing around in the water, we started
cleaning up around the pool, telling the youngsters that, whatever they made dirty
afterward, they needed to clean up themselves before they left. Grace and I
adjourned to the bedroom we had used for the sleepwear videos. As if agreed
upfront we both fell on the bed, exhausted.
“Are you worn out too?” I asked Grace.
“You have no idea, this was far more tiring than I expected it to be, especially the
last part,” she said with a chuckle and a wink.
“Yeah, who would have expected it would turn into a small orgy.
“I for one, absolutely not, but it was great fun.”
“Especially seeing Astrid and Bethany almost fighting over my dick, who would have
thought that two of the fiercest social enemies would jointly suck on the same dick, I
still can’t believe it, but I have proof.”
“You do?”
“Yes I have a picture to prove it”
“You sly fox.”
“This was history I was writing, uh creating, today Grace.”
“Yes it was, I never thought that these two could in any way become friends.”
“Only the future will tell if they remain friends; I will do my best to keep them on
friendly terms.”
“When you do Lew, please leave some of your ‘friendliness’ for me.”
“I will be your friend forever Grace, or for as long as you will have me.”
“Great, maybe you can show some of your friendliness to me right now?”
“And how could I please your ‘Grace’.”
“Some private cunnilingus would be nice for starters.”
“I thought you were tired Grace,” I said with a smile as I slid down the bed towards
the junction of her legs and quickly slid her panties down and off, quickly feasting my
eyes on her enticing fiery red bush, before following with my mouth and tongue
getting to work on her already moist snatch. Grace pulled up her skirt, and grabbed
her knees, pulling them up and giving me unrestricted access to her pleasure garden.
She tasted so good and unexpectedly her red tuft was getting my juices running as
well, erecting my joystick.
“It must be your red fiery bush that makes my blood boil but I think I am getting
ready for another round of the old-fashioned in-out game.”
“Oh, are you? Get those trousers off, so I can see it, feel it and make it nice and wet,
then you can slide it into my pussy and make me cum.”
Jumping out of bed, I removed my trousers and boxers as requested and straddled
Grace, moving up her body. She immediately caught on, quickly pulling her T-shirt up
and baring her wonderful boobs so I could lay my erect pole in the soft valley
between them. She pressed them together so I could begin sliding up and down. I
doubly enjoyed it as it was already quite a while ago since I had had a good tit fuck.
Every time I slid out at the top she flicked her tongue over the glans or tried to suck
it in. After all the antics of the afternoon, it was going to take me quite a while to
reach an orgasm, giving me plenty of time and opportunity to give Grace maybe
several multiple ones of her own.
I supposed that it would not be great fun for Grace to be tit fucked for a very long
period, so I moved up a bit more, making it easier for her to start sucking my cock,
taking it deep into her throat. Leaning back I found her pussy with my right hand and
started to frig her, making sure her temperature matched mine. When she started to
squirm and moan it was time to slide down and bring cock and pussy together for the
traditional mating dance. Thanks to both our oral skills, her pussy, and my cock were
well lubricated allowing me to slide immediately, balls deep, into her sopping hole,
starting the steam engine dance, in-out, in-out, like a train, increasing the speed as
we continued our journey towards our peak. Grace had crossed her ankles over my
lower back, surrendering lovingly and completely to me. This made me feel so good,
it felt like the ultimate proof she liked and trusted me. She held my head in her
hands, tenderly kissing me, mine were busy holding me up so that I didn’t crush her
with my weight.
We were riding on waves of euphoria, building a fine sheen of sweat on our bodies,
slowly but surely getting closer to our joint peak. I had felt, when she was
contracting on my dick, combined with satisfied noises emanating from her mouth,
that Grace had already had a few smaller peaks of her own. As I heard whimpers of
pleasure erupting from her lips, it was clear that the one coming now was different.
She began shivering and shaking as I felt her pussy convulsing and contracting
around my dick, giving her a body-shuddering orgasm and taking me with her into
the abyss of euphoria, spurting some weaker jets of the very last cum I had left in my
balls. Rolling off her, we both lay panting in post-orgasmic bliss. Turning my head I
looked at her and found her doing the same looking straight into my eyes.
“Oh my God, that was by far better than what we did this afternoon. I have to
confess I prefer a one-on-one far more than those orgy-type adventures like the one
we had today.”
“So do I, Lew, being with just one man is so much more fulfilling than sharing.”
“I’m glad you share my feelings, must be our age;”
“Speak for yourself, I don’t feel old, well not since you poked me the first time.”
“I wouldn’t dare to suggest you’re old, but when I was young, sex was important,
now it’s more about the loving side, tenderly bringing pleasure to each other.”
“You are right again, what we did was make love not have sex like this afternoon,
and yes I prefer it this way too.”
“Shall we set the room straight again and see what our youngsters are up to?”
“OK, let’s do that.”
We made up the bed with clean sheets and made sure the room looked impeccable
again, ready for inspection by potential buyers. We sneaked down, wanting to
surprise Jada and Linda if they were still around, and they were. They were again in a
69 position on one of the sunbeds, licking and sucking each other’s muffs, clearly on
the brink of yet another orgasm. I had no idea how many they already had, but this
was a big one. Linda was on the bottom growling and grumbling deep in her throat,
shivering and shaking, her thumb in Jada’s butt hole sucking feverishly on her Latino
clit. Jada arched her back pushing her cunt forcefully into Linda’s mouth, shrieking
and squealing as far as it was possible with her tongue deep in Linda’s pussy. Both
began to squirt loads of their girly juice onto each other’s faces and bodies as their
orgasms crested. Exhausted they went all soft like two ragdolls panting between each
other’s legs.
“Well, ladies, having fun are we?”
They jumped up startled, not expecting anybody to speak.
“Oh it’s you Lew, are you still here too?”
“Yes and so is Grace, we finished our task of cleaning up, how are you doing?”
“We’ll get right to it, please give us a minute to catch our breath.”
“Take it easy, we’re not the police, we just want to make sure that when Grace walks
in here tomorrow with a potential buyer the place looks pristine. We’ll give you a
hand so we can all leave quickly. You’ve got your car here Linda?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Excellent, I’ll take Grace and Jada back home.
A good ten minutes later we drove out and Grace locked the gate.
Now the real work began, editing and building the videos for Astrid, but I intended to
let Jada do a big chunk of the work, supervising her of course, but taking advantage
of what she is learning at school on video editing.
 Chapter 22
The inauguration

It took me the better part of the following week to recover from the video shoot
antics. I spent most of my time in the computer room together with Jada, when she
was not at school. She was good, what I mean is she was amazing, if she kept this
up, she would become a world-class film editor or even director. In between we got
to talk a lot, about her youth, how she came here together with her older sister Alicia
and how the latter got her electricians apprenticeship, slipping into the BDSM lifestyle
so that once she herself turned 18 she became interested as well. As she had
mentioned during their first visit, she was still looking for a Master. She had tried a
few of the club’s members but hadn’t connected with any of them.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take me on as your sex slave?”
“As I said, sweetie, I don’t know enough of the lifestyle to do you justice and you’re
so young, you’re 18 and in a short whole I’ll be 60.”
“All the more reason. I can trust you, even if maybe you are a bit too gentle with
women. You can’t stop yourself thinking that what we want you to do will hurt us,
but that’s the wrong idea. Believe it or not, we crave the pain and the humiliation; it
arouses us and makes us cum on its own most of the time - within limits, the more
pain we endure, the more intense our orgasms. You will see what I mean next
Saturday when the BDSM cellar is inaugurated and I will hopefully be on one of the
displays. When on such a display we need a Master present to safeguard us, making
sure our set boundaries are not passed or that we might be permanently marked.”
“OK, I’ll think about it, maybe just for the one night to try it out and make sure you
don’t get hurt. I’ll let you know before the inauguration.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“OK let’s continue with our work because Astrid wants her videos by the end of the
week.”
We continued with the editing, taking out the sound and adding background music,
noting the music so as to pay the copyright fees. Friday evening we finished, so I
shouted down to Astrid, who’d, together with Tanja had been busy most of the
evenings that week in the cellar, preparing the big inauguration show and reception
for Saturday.
“Astrid, can you please tear yourself away for half an hour to review the videos for
your boutique!” I called downstairs.
“I’ll be up in a minute, I could do with a break anyway!” she replied.
“How’s it going, will you get everything ready for tomorrow?”
“I truly hope so, I definitely don’t want Tanja to be disappointed, because this is her
thing and if it works out as she hopes and thinks, it will confirm her leadership of our
club and assure her a long reign. OK let’s look at this video you’ve concocted”
After about half an hour we were at the end. Astrid hadn’t said anything and I began
to worry.
“It’s fantastic.! It’s even better than I’d hoped for, especially those scenes in the attic
with the mirrors, they worked out magically, I am impressed. When can I display
them in the boutique?”
“For that part, you’d better contact Jada’s sister, Alicia, she’s the Wizkid with
displays.”
“There was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about: Jada asked me to be her
Master, and I have doubts. First of all, she’s so young, only 18, and I will be 60
before you know it, I could even be her grandfather. Second I have so little
knowledge of the lifestyle I’m afraid I would do it all wrong.”
“Don’t be scared, she is young yes, I admit that, but we have other fairly young
members whose Master is two or even three times their age; you won’t stand out if
that’s what you’re afraid of. As for your lack of knowledge of the lifestyle, you
mastered video filming at your age, what makes you think you wouldn’t be able to
‘Master’ this?”
“Maybe you’re right, well I agreed to be her Master for tomorrow night. On the one
hand, she is a bit afraid to be put on display, and on the other, she’s even more
afraid of not being put on display! What are the plans for her?”
“I thought we could put her on the St Andrews Cross with a table in front with a
small assortment of nipple clamps, fine chains and weights and different types of
floggers and whips to be used on her.”
“Sounds painful!”
“But that’s the whole purpose, to give the subs the pain they crave without damaging
them.”
“Will you be on display as well Astrid?”
“Yes, later in the evening, but incognito mind you, but first I need to be at the
entrance welcoming the guests, together with Tanja.”
“Who else will be on display then?”
“That is for me to know and for you to guess, if you knew upfront, all the fun would
be gone. Oh and don’t forget your camera, Tanja wants pictures…and video, of the
whole event, especially from the displays.”
“OK, I’ll do my best, but if I want to act as Master for Jada, I need to make sure she
will be OK all through the event.”
“We’ll make sure she’s well protected, even if you are filming or photographing
another display than hers.”
“Good, I’m looking forward to it!”
“You’ll be pleasantly surprised. Tomorrow, during the day, we’ll bring in the drinks
and the food. All the ‘special’ equipment is already here and stored in its proper
place. We made arrangements so that it won’t be obvious there is an event in your
cellar, participants have been instructed where to park their cars and they will be
shuttled to the back entrance with a silent electric Leaf, provided by our local Nissan
garage.”
“You really thought of everything didn’t you?”
“We don’t want any trouble, our lifestyle is not understood by everyone. It’s a select
group, you might recognize some of them, although most will be wearing a face mask
to retain their anonymity.”
“OK, see you tomorrow then.”
The next day passed uneventfully, a few customers in the shop but nothing special. I
closed at 6 PM, had a bite to eat, and got ready. No point for me to wear a mask as
the whole shindig was in my cellar anyway. I was ready at 7, and when I came in,
Tanja and Astrid were there to welcome the guests together with some girls I didn’t
know. They were already in ‘uniform’, I immediately recognized one of the more
revealing lingerie sets I had photographed for Astrid. Taking a closer look they were
all the same, except for the color; there was one in black, one in red, and one in
royal blue. The bra was made of a strip of lace contouring the girl’s boobs, leaving
the middle portion of the breast with the nipple completely bare. They wore small
golden rings around their nipples, accentuating them. None of the girls had any
tattoos or piercings; I was in seventh heaven. They were all about the same size,
wearing 5-inch stilettoes, color-coordinated with their outfit. The whole thing was
completed with tiny see-thru thongs. No need to say they had all gone to Bethany’s
or another beauty parlor getting a light suntan and a Brazilian wax.
Trays with glasses for champagne were at the ready, awaiting the first guests who
began to trickle in around 8 o’clock. That’s when I saw some movement at one of the
displays, Jada, completely naked, was being fastened, face forward, spread-eagled,
on the St Andrews Cross, she looked happy. I gave her the thumbs up. “I will look
after you,” I mouthed silently. She gave me big smile, beckoning me over.
“Will you be the first to flog me please, before they give me a mouth gag and I can’t
ask anymore?”
“OK, I’ll be careful.”
“No, warm me up, start slow and increase the force as you go along.”
Oh my god, I do have a lot to learn. I picked up one of the floggers, the one that
looked as if it could do the least harm on her skin, swished it a few times in the air,
and then carefully started hitting her with it, first only using just the tips, making the
figure 8 as I had learned before. Jada’s smile got bigger, making me bolder and
hitting harder, using a bigger portion of the leather strips the thing was made of.
Astrid, having seen me, came over.
“You have to give her a good whack every 5th time you hit her,” she whispered in my
ear.
OK, I started counting, god this reminded me of my dancing lessons when I was 16,
counting the different steps. On 5 I hit her harder.
“Harder, you’re only tickling here, she needs to get pink,” Astrid whispered again.
Again on the count of 5, I hit much harder. I heard Jada give a careful yelp. It was
becoming clear I had to hit her a lot harder for her to enjoy it. So be it.
Continuing I startled her by giving a serious whack on the count of 4, drawing a
painful hiss from her lips, which was, however, followed by a big smile. I was on the
right track and continued for ten minutes. Someone else was already waiting at my
side to take over. He went for the nipple clamps, applying them to each of Jada’s
nipples which had become hard as a result of the flogging, connecting them with a
fine chain and hanging some weights on it. Looking at Jada again she mouthed
“Thank you”, just before someone applied a mouth gag on her, shutting her up.
After taking some pictures of her I wandered off to the next station. On this one, a
naked woman, already of a certain age was strapped down on what I learned was a
spanking bench. She was on her back with her arms stretched over her head, and
hands tied to the poles holding the thing up; her legs bent with her ankles tied to her
thighs, opening her genital area completely, putting her pussy full on display. In front
of her was an assortment of burning candles in glass jars. I saw people picking up
one of the jars and pouring drops of the hot wax over her body. Her boobs and pussy
were the most favored spots to pour the wax, but her stomach, arms, and thighs
were not forgotten. Once the wax had solidified someone grabbed a paddle and
started hitting her with it, making the wax come off piece by little piece, and then the
whole process was repeated, only the second time the flogger took a cane to remove
the wax, making it far more painful for her. Her boobs and pussy began to get slowly
blood red, with even very nasty even redder welts showing. After filming that show, I
moved on.
Ah, someone I knew, Elisa, of course again buck naked, was tied to a whipping pole
being flogged with a small size bullwhip. Every time the whip touched her it curled
around her body, leaving a nasty red stripe on her olive skin. By the time I arrived,
she was already red all over, screaming around her ball gag every time the whip hit
her, Jack hovering around her, keeping an eye on things. After every 5 hits, her
tormentor went closer to her, first making sure her skin was not broken, then
fingering her hard before continuing the flogging, enticing more moans of pleasure
from her gagged mouth. The cellar was filling up nicely, some of the people greeting
me. Well, a lot of the villagers knew me as the chap from the photoshop, some I
even recognized despite them wearing a mask, some I didn’t, even if they weren’t
wearing one.
There were all sorts, some in a tuxedo, and often accompanied by a woman in a very
revealing evening dress. Some were topless, or completely naked, or with plunging
necklines all the way to the top of their pussy or nude backs down to their ass crack
showing cleavage there as well. Bras were a big no, as were panties or thongs: most
ladies came commando. One couple stood out; she was clothed in a garment made
of leather strips riveted together, with small bells attached to her nipples. He was
leading her on a leash attached to a bit in her mouth and she had two ponytails, one
on top of her head with a second sticking out of her butt, clearly a special butt plug,
it was obvious she was HIS little pony. Black leather or latex clothing was the thing to
wear by the aficionados, both men and women. Some of the men were bottomless
and wearing a cock cage.
At 10, a voice announced that ‘Le Plat de Résistance’, the main attraction of the
evening would be served in the center, which was lit by spotlights. Tanja came
towards the center, leading a young barefoot woman by a rope around her neck. Her
head was covered with a cloth bag made of the same material as the tiny white dress
she wore, barely covering her crotch; her hands were tied in front, she also had a
rope tied around her right ankle, and one just above her knee, the purpose of these
ropes became clear once they started to put her in the desired position.
Once on the spot, her hands were attached, high up, to a rope dangling from one of
the winches attached to the ceiling, stretching her lithe body, only allowing her to
stand on her toes. Although I couldn’t see her face, there was something familiar
about her body. Tanja began touching her all over her body, even revealing the tiny
thong she was wearing. She was joined by Astrid and a bare-chested, very muscular
man, unknown to me.
The girls started pulling at the straps holding up the small dress, trying to rip them,
not really succeeding in breaking them but already baring the masked girl’s boobs
partly in the process. Someone approached the little group with a pair of scissors,
cutting the dress from the hem and going all the way up between her boobs, making
it fall open, baring her beautiful body.
All of a sudden it hit me, I know that beautiful body, it’s Linda. Ripping the remains of
the white dress of her body didn’t take long, leaving her completely naked except for
the thong she was wearing. At the same time Tanja pulled the hood off, indeed
revealing Linda’s face, a ball gag in her mouth, Astrid dropped to her knees cutting
away Linda’s white thong with the scissors, thus exposing her waxed pussy. The
bare-chested man took hold of her ankle, lifting it way up, bringing her in a standup
split position like only Linda could, thanks to her flexible body. He attached the ankle
rope to the one securing her arms and hands to the winch. To make sure her leg
couldn’t come down, a second rope was added connecting the one that was just
above her knee to the one around her neck.
The people around her took full advantage of her helplessness and started to grope
Linda all over her enticing, completely naked, and now fully available body. Her
Mistress, Astrid was already busy with Linda’s pussy, slapping it with her hand, and
alternating that with fingering her roughly. A couple of guys were manhandling her
small perky boobs, pinching and twisting the already hard nipples, pulling hard on
them, stretching out her boobs. Somebody came up with a box of clothespins,
handing them out to be applied to Linda’s nipples and boobs. Astrid grabbed a
handful and began putting some on the inside of Linda’s thighs, once finished she
pushed a magic wand almost into Linda’s pussy. I approached Linda, looking in her
eyes; she gave me a reassuring glance, indicating this was what she wanted to
experience.
When Astrid tired of arousing Linda with the magic wand she began slapping her butt
with her hand, assisted by another male guest who enjoyed making it as painful as
possible for her. Very quickly, Linda’s butt turned a fiery red. The guy that had been
slapping her got his hard cock out of his trousers, put a condom on, club rules, and
shoved it, in one go, into Linda’s wide spread open cunt, which had already become
dripping wet from the magic wand. At the same time two women, who had replaced
the guys manhandling her boobs before, removed the clothespins forcefully and
began sucking on each of her breasts from the side, biting the nipples. One of them
tried, unsuccessfully, to stick a finger in Linda’s backdoor, they were stopped
immediately by Astrid, indicating this part of her body was off-limits.
I saw Linda’s eyeballs roll upward, shrieking sounds escaping between her lips and
the ball gag, a clear indication she was getting close to an orgasm. Astrid stopped her
tormentors stimulating her, denying the climax she desperately sought. The man
fucking her withdrew and those pawing her left her alone.
Tanja, who had been standing on the side just watching, approached with a flogger,
wanting a piece of the action, keeping Linda on edge. She made the sort of
traditional figure 8 movement with the flogger, over Linda’s butt and back, hitting 4
times lightly and on the fifth stroke giving a serious whack, making Linda wince in
pain, though this was quickly followed by a smile. Her breathing was getting ragged,
and she pulled her stomach in every time her back was hit by the leather strips of the
flogger. The guy that had bound her leg up, released it, so she could again stand on
her two bare feet.
All of a sudden she was pulled up by the winch she was attached to, really stretching
her body, leaving her naked body suspended at least one foot above the floor.
Looking to the corner of the room, I saw Jack, the electrician, at the command table.
Tanja grabbed Linda’s left ankle, attached a rope to it, pulling her leg sideways
attaching it to a ring in the floor. Her right leg got the same treatment on that side,
leaving Linda’s pussy wide open again for whatever anybody had in mind. Tanja
pulled the flogger out of her back pocket, swinging it between Linda’s legs from
behind, hitting her snatch full force, taking Linda completely by surprise. A muffled
scream escaped between her lips and the ball gag, and her pussy immediately
became bright pink. Walking around her, Tanja did the same from the front, this time
not surprising Linda, but the inflicted pain was visably equal. To make sure Linda was
OK, Tanja felt her pussy with her free hand, stroking tenderly, giving Linda’s clit some
extra attention. A few seconds of this treatment was all it took to pull the
overstimulated girl over the brink into a body-shaking orgasm. Slipping a couple of
fingers inside of her gushing cunt, she kept Linda’s orgasm going to the point she
was shaking and squirting like crazy, leaving a nice wet puddle of her juices on the
floor beneath. Tanja signaled to Jack to bring Linda down. The ropes on her ankles
and hands were quickly released and she was led to one of the dressing rooms.
Wanting to make sure she was OK I followed.
“Will you look after her Lew?” Tanja asked.
“Yes of course.” Turning to Linda lying on the bed I asked, “Are you OK?”
“Yes.” She whispered, “Were you afraid?”
“Of course, I was when I saw what they were doing to you.”
“It’s not as bad as it looks. I discussed and agreed on this upfront with Astrid, so I
knew more or less what to expect, she trained me beforehand and that’s how I found
out I like this combination of pain, humiliation, and pleasure. I had a fantastic orgasm
at the end.”
“So normal, non-BDSM sex, is now finished for you?”
“No silly, I would still love for you to make love to me, but it may be a bit rougher
sometimes if you want that, and don’t forget, I still have one virgin hole I want you
to explore.”
“Seriously, you want me to deflower your ass hole?”
“Yes, I want you to take my anal virginity, that was a hard border I had put on Astrid
for me to participate in this show, no anal penetration, definitely not with a cock
anyway.”
“Did you know about this when we had the video shoot?”
“Yes I did, but it was a secret between Astrid and me, I wanted to surprise you, and
honestly, when they took away the hood, your face was…I have no words for it.”
“What did you expect? I had no idea, and to be honest, you were the last person I
suspected to be under that hood. At least up to the point when they tore the dress
off of you, and I recognized your glorious body, but in a way, I still couldn’t believe
you would agree to this, you keep surprising me every time I see you.”
“I hope I’ll be able to keep doing that in the future.”
“So you’re OK for now?”
“Yes, Lew! I’m OK, just give me some time to recover and I’ll join the party again. I’ll
still be naked, that’s my exhibitionist side which made me shed my clothes in front of
your camera in the first place, remember?”
“How can I forget, you were my first nude model in my new studio. If you’re sure
you’re fine, I need to go, making good on my promise to Tanja to provide plenty of
photos and video of her moment of glory, see you later.”
Before walking out I looked over my shoulder at Linda’s exciting nude body again
resting on the bed. High time to see how Jada was doing, I was after all her Master,
at least for today. Approaching the St Andrew’s cross, I saw that she had been turned
around and blindfolded, her shapely Brazilian ass now facing the crowd, already
turning red from the flogging someone was giving her. I heard her moan over the
noise. Beckoning to the woman who was flogging her with a cat-o-nine tail flogger, I
asked if she could hold it for a minute, so I could go behind the St Andrew’s Cross to
film Jada. Once there, first I removed the ball gag, after which I kissed her lightly on
the lips; she had no idea who kissed her as she was still blindfolded, but returned the
kiss. Squatting, I then kissed her vertical lips and brought my camera in position to
film, in close up, her pussy being flogged from the front. The woman began flogging
Jada between her spread legs, hitting her clit every time with the tips of the leather
flogger straps. On the first hit, Jada squealed. After 5 hits, I motioned to the woman
to stop, to allow a quick check of Jada’s reddening pussy. I lightly touched it with my
hand making her flinch, following up again with a light kiss, accompanied by a flick of
my tongue over her clit. She was OK, so I signaled to the woman, who quickly
resumed her flogging, just missing my face. Getting up again, I let the flogging go on
for another 10 hits before stopping it completely. By now Jada’s pussy was red hot,
but dripping from her arousal. I removed the blindfold and after blinking she
recognized me and gave me a big smile moving her head forward trying to kiss me. I
gladly participated, with full tongue this time.
“Shall I untie you?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes please, Master,” she whispered back.
“OK, let me put my camera away safely and I’ll be back.
Securing my camera in a cupboard under the command table, I quickly returned. I
asked her if she wanted to cum. “Yes please, can you make me cum before you untie
me?”
I got on my knees facing her pussy and began to eat her out. Thanks to the aroused
state she was in, it didn’t take long to make her squirt, whimpers of pleasure erupting
from her lips as she flooded my face with her tasty girl juice, shaking and shivering as
much as her ties allowed her. When she eventually came down from her body
shaking orgasm I began to open the handcuffs holding her fixed to the St. Andrew’s
cross, taking her hand and leading her to the dressing room where Linda was still
recovering.
“Hello Linda, I brought you some company.”
“Wonderful, how are you holding up Jada?
“I’m fine but I needed a bit of a rest - like you I see.”
“Yes it was intense, but I loved it.”
“Me too, I came a few times, did you?”
“Absolutely, when Astrid was teasing me with this magic wand and they put
clothespins on my nipples it was absolute heaven.”
“Though at first, it didn’t make me cum, I loved the before last thing, when Lew
removed the ball gag and then someone kissed my pussy just before it being
flogged.”
“That was me, Jada, I kissed your pussy and filmed it being flogged.”
“Oh, can I have a copy of that, please? Oh and credit where credit is due, before
untying me, Lew was kind enough to eat me to a glorious orgasm in the end”
“You’ll be editing the video of this evening together with me so, you’ll be able to
make your personal edited version of that scene for your private collection. Now girls
you’d better rest up a bit so you can return for some more fun and games maybe?”
“Will do.” They said in unison, getting together on the bed. I doubt if they would get
much real rest, probably preferring some fun and games on their own. I made a
mental note to take a look later at what the hidden cam in the dressing room might
have captured. Going back out, from the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a
contraption I saw in the corner opposite the dressing room. When doing the rounds
with Tanja, she called it a spanking bench I think. It was not used for spanking now.
A gorgeous nude female was on her knees her lower legs strapped to two movable
arms in a V spread wide, her stomach flat on the higher, cushioned part the V arms
were attached to, her tits dangling and her arms strapped to the legs supporting the
contraption. One guy was fucking her in the butt while mangling her swaying tits,
while another one was fucking her mouth, as far as I knew they called it spit-
roasting. A woman was hitting the soles of her feet with a cane. The naked woman
on the bench was moaning hard with an occasional cry when her feet were hit hard.
Finally, a third guy was filming the whole scene, hey that was me, just doing what I
was supposed to do. After about a quarter of an hour, I got bored and moved on to
the next ‘attraction’.
What appeared to be a specialist had tied up a skinny, young-looking nude girl, in a
way she couldn’t move an inch, but with all her interesting parts nicely on display. It
was very artful how he had done this, suspending her almost upside down. One of
the cords went over her belly south, drawn deep between her pussy lips going to her
back, stimulating her clit, which was proven by the profusely flowing juices from her
snatch, making that part of the cord soaking wet. When I got there, he was flogging
her already wet pussy with a cat-o-nine tails, spreading her juices all over her belly
and thighs. Her moaning and sighing told me she was nearing an orgasm, and when
it did finally hit her, she squirted all over the floor.
Turning around, I saw the door of the dressing room open with both Jada and Linda
exiting, both wearing identical absolute stunner outfits. Linda’s was in red,
contrasting beautifully with her pale skin and golden hair, Jada’s in mint green
contrasting with her rich olive skin, and the costume was finished off with the same
colored butterfly masks drawing the attention of everyone around. Their female fun
parts were fully on display. The boobs framed by thin straps, leaving the middle part
completely uncovered, with their nipples glowing, obviously treated with some kind of
special make-up. Black sheer stockings were held up by suspenders in the same color
as the bra and what was supposed to act as a string pulled over them, only theirs
was with an open crotch, drawing attention to their already moist pussies, still dark
pink from their previous floggings. The bystanders started to applaud them. Astrid,
also wearing a mask, was quickly by their side, leading them around the room. This
was an excellent way for her to promote her erotic clothing line for the more
adventurous ladies in the audience.
Of the three girls that had acted as hostesses offering Champagne to the guests, one
was now strapped totally naked to the St Andrew’s cross, with already two volunteers
at the ready to flog her or fuck her with one of the numerous vibrators that had now
been placed on the table nearby.
The second girl was strapped, with leather belts, naked into a gynecological chair, her
legs spread wide with her feet in the stirrups. A roll-away table stood nearby with all
kinds of devices on display, ready to be used on her tempting body parts. A man,
who’d donned a white doctor’s coat was already fingering her pussy, opening up her
labia, after which he inserted a speculum, prying her pussy completely open, and
giving the bystanders an intimate inside view of her vagina. A woman in a very short
nurse's uniform, the buttons of it straining to keep her ample bosom under control,
was slowly rolling a Wartenburg wheel, over and around the girls’ perky boobs. When
she tired of doing this, she picked up a small suction cup and made the girl in the
gyno chair lick the rim of the cup before placing it over one of her nipples pumping
the air out so the nipple and a part of the tit was sucked forcefully inside. The second
nipple was subjected to the same treatment.
In the meantime, the fake doctor had removed the speculum and made the nude girl
suck on a vibrator egg, which he inserted completely in her moist pussy. First testing
it himself, he then passed the remote control around to activate the vibrating egg,
allowing it to increase or decrease its vibrations. The ones holding it had great fun
torturing the girl, bringing her to the verge of an orgasm, and then shutting it down,
denying her the ultimate pleasure. Some 15 to 20 minutes later she was begging her
tormentors to give her the release she craved. Finally, one of the guys took pity and
vibrated her over the brink making her trash around straining against the leather
straps holding her down in the chair, her eyes closed in total bliss, she was growling
and grumbling deep in her throat. I had the whole thing on tape when suddenly I
realized what I was shooting was in fact pure porn. Not exactly what I had in mind as
a willing career move, so I stopped and put the camera away in a safe place. I
needed to give this some serious thought.
By this time we were burning the midnight oil and everybody was getting tired. I
asked Tanja what her plans were and she said that she was going to wind the party
down, first by stopping the distribution of booze and then by getting the girls to the
dressing room. Some diehards still had their partners attached to one or another
device, but it was clear that the flogging arms we slowly getting overworked, and
most of the cum was spent. One by one the guests took their leave, congratulating
Tanja with her fantastic party, pledging their loyalty to the club. When the last guest
had gone, Tanja became all practical, she summoned all the girls and gave out
instructions for the next day, when the place needed to be cleaned up.
It was clear that being a slave in the club entailed more than just being groped,
flogged, fucked, or displayed but also more menial tasks as cleaning and putting
everything in its proper place or cupboard. Tanja informed me that by the end of the
next week she wanted a set of the pictures I’d taken and an edited version of video
footage I had shot. It was to be shown only in the club or on special events, like for
example at an erotic fair, to promote the lifestyle and potentially draw new members.
Jack shut everything down, making sure no candles were left burning, also activating
the burglar alarm as he walked out and locked up.
I went upstairs, and straight to bed, happy that I had the next day off. Monday would
be a different matter as at 8 AM my long-time cleaning lady Jill would be ringing my
bell.
 Chapter 23
Petra

As usual, Jill, my long-time cleaning lady rang the bell at 7:50. Going to the door I
was surprised to see she was not alone: she was accompanied by what at first glance
looked like an attractive, but unusually muscular girl.
“What’s up Jill, have you brought reinforcements?”
“Yes and no, I’ve been telling you that it’s getting too hard for me to clean for you.
Don’t forget I’ll turn 65 by the end of the year and retire. When it was only your old
apartment it was OK, but now with the big studio added to it, it’s just too much for
me. I talked to the agency about retiring and they agreed it was indeed time for me
to store away my brooms and hang up my bucket, so they provided a replacement.
This is Petra, she is from Poland, she’s got youth on her side at 36. I’m sure you will
like her, she used to participate in bodybuilding contests, but just as I was getting too
old and not enjoying cleaning anymore, she found there was no longer any fun
participating in these bodybuilding contests.
She keeps her body in shape though and loves to pose, and I happen to know you
like to take pictures of skimpily-clad girls with stunning bodies. With her, you will get
two for the price of one, a very good cleaning lady and a model with a killer body.
Today I will show her the ropes, afterwards when we’ve finished and if you’re happy
you can keep her on, or I’ll get the agency to find someone else for you. Don’t worry,
if that’s the case I’ll come as often as required to train someone else until we find the
right person for you.”
That was the longest speech I had ever heard Jill make in the many years she
cleaned for me. Petra looked at her, slightly flushed. “You don’t have to tell uh…I
think Jill forgot to introduce us.”
“Oh yes, I am Lew, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Mister Lew, Jill loves to tell everybody about my old life as a bodybuilding model,
you shouldn’t pay any attention to that.”
“Don’t worry I am not, and it’s just Lew please. I’ve known Jill for many years and I
know her through and through, and she me. I bet she has told you a thing or two
about me as well.”
“Yes, she did, especially about your specialty in nude photography.”
“Jill, what did you do that for, you naughty girl, I never asked you to pose in the
nude for me did I?”
“No you didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have loved to do it when I was
younger.”
“Really, god if I’d only known, I would surely have asked you, but you being married
and all, I never dared. But hey who knows, now that you will have loads of free
time…”
“No it’s too late now, I’m too old for something like that.”
“You are never too old to pose for nice photos, just a few weeks ago I photographed
a 52-year-old woman and she was stunning. Let me make an appointment for you.”
“In your dreams!”
“No I mean it, you are a beautiful woman Jill and as far as I can see still in very good
shape.”
“Yeah keep on dreaming Lew and let me just do the cleaning.”
“OK but I still want to keep my options open.”
“Come on Petra, let’s leave this dreamer to his photos and start cleaning the place.”
The two of them disappeared into the studio to go about their cleaning business. I
went back upstairs for a leisurely breakfast on my second free day of the week.
Around 10 I went downstairs with Jill’s cup of tea. I had brought one for Petra too,
hoping that she liked tea as well - she did.
“So ladies, everything to your satisfaction?”
“Yes, this is a big studio you have here,” Petra replied.
“Yes, regrettably one of the main reasons for Jill to leave me after all these years, but
I can understand it: she’s not getting any younger and this was a big place to
maintain, certainly after my previous small apartment. Where is Jill by the way?”
“I don’t know, she disappeared a while ago, I saw her going into one of the rooms
back there.”
“Mmmm I wonder? Shall we investigate where she went? Care to join me?”
“OK.”
Petra had pointed to the room giving access to the staircase into the cellar. I knew
that Jill was very curious about what was in that cellar, she had never been there,
and I’d never volunteered any information. She probably thought this was the last
opportunity she would get to find out. We went very quietly down the stairs. It was
rather dark, just a small security light burning. I suspected that Jill would be very
nervous, and I didn’t want the poor curious dear to get a heart attack with us
bursting in and switching all the lights on, so I whispered to Petra, “Ask her in a
whisper if she’s here.”
“Jill are you down here?” Petra asked in a whisper.
“Uh…yes, has Lew come down with the tea yet?” She whispered back.
“Yes, he has,” I whispered back.
“Oh, you’re here,” she replied, clearly startled.
“I am indeed Jill, shall I switch on the light so you can satisfy your curiosity?”
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, but you were always so secretive about this
space.”
Switching on the light, revealing all the different contraptions in the club I heard a
sharp intake of breath, in stereo, one from right behind me and another from a few
feet in front of me in the cellar.
Almost in unison, they said, “Oh my god what is all this?”
“This ladies is a BDSM dungeon, and before you ask, it's not mine, I just rent the
place to our local fetish society. If you are interested I can give you a demonstration,
but then I will have to ask you to take all your clothes off.
“No, no, I’m OK I don’t need a demonstration.” Jill quickly replied.
Petra remained silent, an indication of her interest? I wondered.
“Well Jill, is your curiosity satisfied now?”
With a guilt-ridden face, she replied, “Uh…yes, let’s go back upstairs and drink our
tea.”
She couldn’t get out of there fast enough, almost running up the stairs.
“Careful Jill, I don’t want you to have an accident on your potential last workday for
me.”
“I’d be interested to see more and maybe get a small demonstration,” Petra
whispered.
“I think you and I are gonna get along real fine, how about you come back tonight,
after 7, and I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“I’ll be there, you can count on it, I’ve always been curious about this BDSM stuff, I
even went once to the Fetish Café in Antwerp, but this looks so much better,
especially if I get a private tour.”
We went upstairs and had our tea, well the girls had tea I had coffee. As I’d done for
many years when it was just Jill, I asked them to come to the apartment to have
their lunch together with me. After lunch, Jill stayed to clean the apartment, while
Petra went back downstairs to continue with the studio and do the shop. By 4 they’d
finished. I came down together with Jill.
“Well, Jill after all these years I need to say goodbye to you for the last time.”
“Let’s make it quick Lew, or I’ll start to cry.”
“Me as well dear. I’ll miss you, but I’m sure your two grandchildren will keep you
busy, they will be thrilled to have their granny all to themselves, every day of the
week. Keep in touch, after all, it’s not as if you live in another country.”
“We may spend some more time in Spain now, especially during the winter months.”
“I can imagine you fleeing our cold country in winter to warm your bones in Spain.
Benidorm is it, where you usually go?”
“Yes, we always go to the same place, and we usually see the same people every
year.”
“So you can tell the agency that I am very happy with Petra. I hope you’ll be happy
with me as well Petra, and you will come back?” I said with a wink.
“Yes, I’ll see you next time,” she replied, giving me a thumbs up.
When they were gone, I picked up the phone and dialed Tanja’s number.
“Hey Tanja, Lew here, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Oh my landlord wants to ask me for a favor, I’m curious, please do tell.”
I told Tanja the whole story of Jill’s curiosity trip downstairs and her replacement by
Petra and the latter’s interest in the lifestyle…“And I wanted to ask you if it’s OK for
me to give her the grand tour this evening? I hope there was nothing planned in the
dungeon?”
“No we have nothing planned for tonight, you can have the place to yourself.
Remember you will have to make sure that afterwards there are no blood or other
fluids anywhere on the floor or the equipment,” she said with a chuckle.
“I don’t think anything will happen to cause fluids of any kind flowing. I am curious
though, she’s an ex-bodybuilder, she might be an interesting member down the line.
If she’s interested, people practicing that discipline have great bodies to look at and
they can stand pain much better than your average housewife, in fact, most of them
crave it, a bit like most of your members.”
“You might be right there, keep me posted of the visit and if you need assistance,
just give me a ring and I’ll be right there. Oh, make sure you take some pictures.”
“Will do Tanja, thanks, I owe you one.”
7 o'clock sharp the bell rang: Petra seemed to be keen. I buzzed her in and she came
straight up to the apartment. She looked quite different from this morning, her
darkish brown hair was loose, she wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt, hugging her
boobs, with her nipples trying to poke a hole in the material, the outfit was completed
with a very short jeans skirt, showing well-formed muscled legs, especially her thighs
looked well trained. She could have stepped right out of the James Bond movie
Golden Eye, in which the Bond girl’s specialty was killing agents with her thighs. The
part was played by a Dutch actress named Famke if I remember correctly.
On her feet she wore sneakers.
“Can I offer you a drink? A glass of Champagne maybe?”
“You want to get me drunk?”
“Absolutely not, besides I heard that Polish girls don’t get drunk all that fast and
certainly not from one glass of Champagne.”
“No that’s true I can hold my liquor rather well.”
“Excellent, Champers it is then, where does your interest in BDSM come from, if I
may ask?”
“Partly because of my bodybuilding hobby, when practicing, like in most sports, you
suffer. Your muscles are really put to the test and after a practice session, they hurt,
but that’s it then. My guess is when you suffer pain in an SM session, the purpose is
to have a pleasurable release at the end, right?”
“Let’s get one thing straight, I am not an expert, so I am not sure I can give you the
correct full information, I can only tell about what I’ve seen and experienced in the
very short time I have been subjected to the lifestyle. The inauguration last Saturday
was intense, I saw and experienced things I had never seen or experienced before. I
acted as Master for one of the girls, but just for the one evening. I have played
around with some of the members and with the toy slave of the club’s president, but
that was it. So do you get a pleasurable release at the end? My slave did, I made
sure of that, but I don’t know about everybody else. What do you think, shall we go
downstairs?”
“Yes please, I am so curious.”
“Remember, this place is not mine, I just rent it out to the club, and I got permission
from the president herself to show you around, she even volunteered to come over if
you wanted more information.”
“Wow, this is the royal tour then, even with the blessing of the president.”
“Yes, so try to make the most of it.”
Entering the ‘dungeon’, as I liked to call it, Petra looked around, not knowing where
to look first.
“There is so much here, far more than in the fetish café. I recognize some of the
things, like the St. Andrew’s Cross and the winches, they have them there as well.”
“Would you like to try a small session?”
“Can I?”
“Of course, what would you like to experience?”
“Can I try a whipping? I want to experience what it’s like to be whipped.”
“Yes, but I will have to ask you to remove some of your clothing then, whipping is
done on the naked skin.”
My words weren’t even cold when Petra pulled her T-shirt over her head baring her
perky boobs. They were beautiful, standing straight forward, adorned by almost
nonexistent areolae, which were in turn, crowned by the pencil eraser nipples that I
had seen already trying to poke holes in her T-shirt. She seemed aroused by the idea
of experiencing a whipping but not certain where to go.
“Also the skirt please,” I said.
She quickly zipped down the skirt dropping it on the spot, leaving her in white cotton
panties and sneakers.
“Excellent, now give me your hands and come to the ‘star attraction’ spot in the
center of the room. Oh, you need to be completely naked for this, so could you
remove your panties as well please?”
“Sorry but I’m not confident enough yet to remove my panties.”
She stuck both hands out for me to put some soft handcuffs on them, each with a
Velcro closing. Lifting one arm I attached the clip to one of the cords hanging down
from the ceiling, spreading her arms attaching the second as well. Her body was now
stretched, arms wide and her boobs well exposed.
“To make sure you won’t use those killer thighs of yours on me, I’m going to fix your
feet to a spreader bar.”
As it was a first-time experience for her, I took it slow, picking a cat-o-nine tails
flogger. Swishing it a few times in the air, she looked fearfully at me. I applied it
lightly to her abdomen, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. Bearing in mind
what I had learned I kept flogging lightly making a figure 8, over her boobs and her
stomach. After about 6 or 7 lashes, I hit her hard. She cried out.
“Ouch, that hurt!”
“That’s what it’s all about, first I warm you up with light lashes and as we go along it
gets harder and harder. Then when you are nicely warmed up I will use different
whips. You’re sure you want to continue?”
“Yes, I want the full experience.”
“OK, I’m gonna apply some oil on your skin, to make sure it won’t break, is it OK if I
touch your body or boobs with my hands?”
“Yes no problem, go right ahead.”
“OK, but I will have to remove your panties, else they might get dirty with oil.”
“No, I don’t want you to, besides it will be impossible the way you’ve got me tied up.”
“Yes, I can Petra.”
“How?”
“Simple, I cut them away with pair of scissors.”
“No, no don’t!”
“Trust me you’ll love it and besides don’t worry I’ll get you a pair of new ones.”
She started to wiggle, trying to get away from me and my scissors.
“Stop wiggling about or I might cut you.”
She didn’t stop, so I took matters into my own hands. I attached a cord to the
spreader bar and hooked it up to the winch pulling her up till she was completely
suspended, legs and arms wide open, her butt hanging down a bit. I pulled her up
high enough so I could take up a sitting position between her spread legs, my face
directly in front of her panties, I started cutting away wondering why she didn’t want
me to see her pussy. She had a very hairy pussy, could that be the reason?
“Are you ashamed of your pussy Petra?”
“Yes, it’s so hairy.”
“I love it, it’s so beautiful I’m even gonna give it a kiss.”
Which I immediately did, taking in her aroused smell and a first tentative taste of the
moisture forming on her labia.
“Now I’m gonna have to punish you for denying me the pleasure of your divine
pussy.”
Getting up I picked up the flogger, moving around her, swishing it in the air,
surprising her when I hit her from behind between her legs on her pussy.
“Oww that hurts!”
“That’s for being a naughty girl trying to hide your beautiful bush from me.”
Hitting her a few more times, I noticed she wasn’t having the fun she expected,
despite her explicit wish for an SM experience. Because of all the hair around her
pubic area, it was hard to see if her pussy lips became too red and painful, so I
limited the number of hits I made. Maybe I should try some nipple clamps or
clothespins on her?
“How about you try some nipple clamps?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Basically everything in SM hurts, some things more than others; shall I try it on one
nipple then?”
“OK, but if it hurts too much promise me you will remove it quickly.”
“Sure, but give it a bit of time to settle, at first it really will hurt real hard, but it will
be less once you get used to it.”
I chose a simple wooden clothespin for her first experience, the metal ones being far
more painful, I knew as I tried some of these things on myself, to know how much it
hurt. Pulling on her erect nipple, I put the pin on, releasing it slowly and increasing
the pressure as it clamped down. Her face contorted in pain, but she soldiered on,
allowing me to put the second one on her other boob. In the end, it wasn’t her thing
really, after about a minute she asked me to remove them, which I quickly did. I sat
down again in front of her, I placed another kiss on her pubes, enticing a moan from
her lips.
“This feels so much better, please keep doing that please.”
That’s all the encouragement I needed to go to town on her cunt, though after a
while I had a better idea. I let her down again, but just until she could stand on her
toes, still completely stretched, her lean muscular body beautifully on display. I
needed to get some photos of this.
“Petra, before I untie you, would you mind if I take some photos of you like this? I’ll
give you a contract to ensure the privacy of the photos.”
“If you can guarantee the photos will remain private, yes, you can take photos, it’s
only a little more nude than when I posed during the bodybuilding competitions.”
“Great, I’ll take some like this and then a few in some of your body-building poses, if
you don’t mind.”
Grabbing my camera I got busy snapping away from all sides: some of these I could
show Tanja. When I had untied her, she struck some of the poses she had used
during her competition days. She looked fantastic, muscular but oh so feminine. After
a while, I had enough. I didn’t want to take any close-ups of her pussy, well not yet
anyway, maybe one day when she felt more confident to share her most intimate
parts with the camera.
Putting my camera away I asked. “How about we move you to a more pleasant
contraption?”
“Which one?” she asked with fear in her voice.
“How would you feel about experiencing one of the fuck swings?”
“Fuck swings? What are fuck swings?”
“It’s a sort of chair, made of leather straps, leaving you completely exposed, very
open to all kinds of penetration…and it swings from the ceiling, ideal for fucking or
sucking on your pussy.”
“I like the sound of that, yeah let’s try it.”
I took her hand, leading her to one of the two fuck swings.
“How about you shedding some of your clothes Lew?”
“Oh, I’m still fully dressed am I, story of my life, OK I’ll take off my gear.”
“Let me do it.”
“If you insist.”
Petra’s nimble hands quickly removed my clothes, feeling and fondling my cock,
bringing it to full mast.
“Nice, I will enjoy this one in my pussy.”
“Your pussy? How about some anal play?”
“What do you mean with anal play?”
“You never heard of anal darling? OK if you understand this better, fucking your ass.”
“No way!”
“You have never been fucked in your ass?”
“No.”
“Would you like to expand your borders and experience it?”
“No, I said no way, let me suck your dick instead, I’m very good at sucking dick.”
“How about I give you a challenge?”
“What challenge?”
“OK, I let you suck my dick, if you can make me cum in say less than 15 minutes, we
call it quits and I make you cum at least 3 times with my tongue. If I can hold off
cumming, longer than 15 minutes, you blowing me, I can fuck your ass.”
“Make it 20 and you have a deal.” She sounded very confident. Well what have I got
to lose, whatever happens, I will win anyway, cumming first, and then, one of my
favorite hobbies, feasting on a juicy pussy.
“Are you sure? Don’t come complaining afterward when I stick my cock in your
backdoor.”
“Yes I’m sure and I won’t complain because it never happened before and it’s not
going to happen now. I never experienced a man that lasted any longer than 8 or 9
minutes.”
“OK let’s do this the right way, I will set this alarm clock to 20 minutes when the bell
rings and I haven’t cum, you lose and I’ll take your anal virginity, you win and you
get a cunnilingus you will remember for a very long time.”
I put the alarm clock in plain sight so the both of us could clearly see it. A strategic
move from my side, trying to make her nervous as she saw the minutes ticking away.
Petra got on her knees in front of me, taking a hold of my cock, her tongue out,
giving my glans a tentative lick, followed by swirling around, slowly taking it into her
mouth, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks. Sliding down steadily, all the way, taking
it completely in, until her lips touched my pubic bone. With her hands, she was
fondling and tickling my balls. Moving up again, I felt her tongue going over the
frenulum, in most cases a sure way to give the receiver almost an instant orgasm. It
became quickly clear to me she was a natural, or even better a professional. I
definitely wanted to win this challenge, proving to her that there were men in this
world that could last longer than the 8 or 9 minutes she had experienced so far. It
was going to be tough, I could feel it. I would need to concentrate hard. Hopefully, I
still had it in me, as I did so many years ago with Alicia, who’d taken my virginity and
trained me the hard way.
She pulled every trick in the book out of her…mouth, not her hat, of course, sucking,
swirling bobbing. Slowly the seconds ticked away, turning into minutes. I was
standing my ground, even when she sucked each of my balls into her hot mouth,
giving one after the other a thorough washing with her tongue, pressing them gently
against the roof of her mouth. When we hit the 10-minute mark, I felt her getting a
bit nervous but doubling her efforts starting to hum, giving that little extra that would
usually result in an orgasm, but not this time. At the 15 minute mark, she seemed to
become a bit desperate, pushing with a finger against my backdoor, clearly hoping to
get me over the finish line. A few seconds before the 20 minutes were over, she
pushed with both hands hard on my butt, to try and get my cock, as deep as it would
go into her, by now, tiring mouth. Unfortunately for her she was unsuccessful When
finally the bell of the alarm clock went off, she fell back, clearly exhausted, looking at
me with unbelieving eyes.
After catching her breath she said: “How is it possible? How do you do this? It’s
inhuman.”
“Training, dear, plain training, and believe me I trained with the best.”
“OK I admit defeat, you can have my ass.”
“Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to do this unless you are 100% on board, it
must be fun for you as well as for me, or else I’ll take a raincheck in the form of a
free nude posing session with you in the future.”
“I’m not sure about the fun part, but no, I gave my word and I lost the challenge fair
and square, let’s get this over with, where and how do you want me?”
“Please join me at the fuck swing, so I can get you installed.”
“Mmm this isn’t too bad to lie in, it leaves me well exposed, as you mentioned it
would, but that’s OK, can you fuck my pussy first please?”
“I can try Petra, but I need to avoid cumming and stay hard for your anal defloration,
and you have done everything in your power to make me cum with your artistic
mouth moves. I will try to please you, and rest assured I will be very careful once I
start exploring your back entrance.”
To make sure I would be true to my words, I began to fondle Petra all over her body
with my hands, caressing her inner thighs and her pussy, slipping the occasional
finger into her love channel, drawing her juices out, spreading them over her
perineum and butthole enticing moans from her sweet lips. To make sure my cock
was ready, and upon her request, I gave in to let her grab my cock and lead it to her
pussy, pushing it in herself. Her pussy was so wet, I barely had to push, the
movement of the swing let it slip in all the way, almost by itself. Just a few ins and
outs were the only thing I could permit, as I was getting closer to an orgasm and I
didn’t want her to cop-out, due to a softening cock after an orgasm!
Pulling out, I grabbed a tube of lube, spreading it over my digit before placing it
against her sphincter and applying some light pressure. It slipped in to the first
knuckle - rather easily thanks to the lube - before sliding out again and picking up
some more lubricant on two fingers. Then I tried to repeat the process with two
fingers. It was a little bit more difficult but it worked, while also getting more lube
into her back passage. I tried, successfully, to push up to the second knuckle. Petra
moaned, alternating with mousy little squeaks. High time to go for the real thing.
Adding some lube to my cock, already lubricated thanks to her juices, I took up a
position at the entrance of her back door and began to push. The door was firmly
closed this time.
“Please try to relax, it will hurt far less than the clothespins on your nipples.”
Time to change tactics and go for a well-proven method, surprise. I slapped her butt
cheek hard with my right hand, startling her and making her forget all about this
intruder at her back door, so it was possible to push the head just past her sphincter.
When she realized what had happened she relaxed a little more.
“Take your time to adjust, the worst is over, believe me, it will be strictly fun from
here on, just tell me when you’re ready for me to go further.”
She gave big sigh, wiggling her butt a bit, getting used to this foreign intruder.
“OK try to go on, but carefully!”
Pushing carefully, I began to slide in centimeter by centimeter, the lube doing its
work like a dream and before I and Petra realized it, I was all the way in.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s OK, I feel so wonderfully filled up, what do we do now?”
“I’ll fuck you in a traditional in and out fashion.”
To make sure she was going to enjoy this, I began frigging the top of her pussy with
my thumb, sliding the hood up, and making direct contact with her love bean. Petra
was groaning and purring like a cat, and was slowly but surely building up to an
orgasm - as I was. Increasing the pace of my fucking, I was using the swing to the
full, sparing my back. Waves of euphoria were crashing over us both, inching our
orgasms closer to boiling point. Petra began to quiver and shake, her rectum
contracting on my cock, her legs up in the air with her feet next to my ears, her
hands around my neck drawing me closer into her trying to increase her orgasmic
feeling. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t hold off any longer and finally gave in to
the ultimate pleasure, squirting rope after rope of hot cum into her welcoming body.
Finally coming down we looked into each other’s eyes, a big smile on Petra’s face, I
bent down and kissed her intensely.
“That was awesome, I have no idea why I held off anal for so long, thank you for
convincing me, despite that it was in a devious way.”
“Devious way? No, it was a legitimate challenge I gave you - only you thought you
could win; I’m sorry I had to prove you wrong.”
“Don’t you go apologizing I’m so happy you did and let me experience THIS!”
“It was a real discovery evening for you wasn’t it? First the BDSM experience, though
judging from your reactions, that was not really a success; clearly the second
experience was more to your liking than you initially expected it to be.”
“Yeah, BDSM is definitely not my cup of tea, the flogging was OK at first, but not for
long and my nipples are far too sensitive for anything to be clamped on them: I far
prefer you kissing, tickling, and sucking them.”
“You know what, maybe one day, we should try a real tickling session.”
“A tickling session what do you mean?”
“I bind you, so you can’t get away and I start tickling you all over your sexy body,
finishing with a magic wand session.”
“Mmhmm I think I could go for that, can we do this any time soon do you think?”
“Slow down Petra, after all, you will be coming to my place every week for cleaning
remember? We can schedule something for one of the coming weeks.”
“God I can’t wait, I haven’t had so much fun in months.”
“How come?”
“Since I divorced 9 months ago, I haven’t been with a man. You are the first one I
trusted and who was willing to help me with one of my fantasies, for the rest I only
had an intimate relationship with my dildos or vibrators.”
“Dildos, vibrators, plural?”
“I’m afraid I’ve gathered a fairly large collection the past months, actually I regularly
wear a vibrating egg when I’m out cleaning.”
“Did you wear one today?”
“No, I was wearing my Ben Wa balls when I was cleaning today.”
“Were you constantly aroused then?”
“Yes, especially after I met you, and with everything Jill told me about you I wanted
to get to know you better.”
“Jeez Petra look what you have done to me, you’ve got me all hard again.”
“Can you go again?”
“I guess so.”
“Yay, stick it in my ass please, I want to experience that feeling again.
She didn’t even wait for an answer, grabbed my dick, and placed it at her backdoor,
using the movement of the sex swing to slide it in, bottoming out in one go thanks to
the lubrification from my previous ejaculation. She was like a kid on a swing in the
playground going back and forth masturbating me with her ass. Thanks to me having
cum not long before, I could go even longer. She was clearly enjoying herself,
increasing her arousal by frigging her clit feverishly, her breathing going faster and
faster, her arm, leg, and abdomen muscles rippling under her skin. She looked divine.
“While you're on an adventure path Petra, how about DP?”
“DP?”
“Yes, double penetration, something else you could tick off your, 69 sexy things to do
before you die list. Oh I forgot, anal wasn’t even on that list, was it?.”
“Where are you going to find another guy to make that happen?”
“Come on Petra, you don’t need a ‘complete’ other guy, the only thing you need is a
nice stiff part of a guy, and they’ve got a cupboard full of those right here.”
“What do you mean?”
“A nice big dildo will do the trick, let me get one for you.”
I pulled out of her and got a nice big dildo, which I tried to shove in her mouth to
make it nice and slippery, but she kept it closed, miming no.
“Don’t be afraid, all the stuff here is squeaky clean, Tanja sees to that. If she finds
something that is not properly cleaned by the slaves, every one of them, guilty or not
guilty, gets a proper flogging, not a fun one mind you, but one that almost takes their
skin off their backs. You can imagine they are very meticulous about their cleaning.”
After that she was more eager to suck on the dildo, getting it really wet. As I
assumed she hadn’t cleaned her back passage, not expecting to lose her anal virginity
that night, I penetrated her ass again, shoving the dildo carefully into her welcoming
pussy. Once in, she took over.
“Oh my god, I have never ever been so full in my life, it’s amazing.”
She synchronized the dildo movements to mine, making sure both were fully in at the
same time, getting maximum stimulation. I felt the dildo through the thin flesh
separating wall, slowly but surely building a staircase to a heavenly orgasm for the
both of us. Petra was much closer to hers as she was moaning and making deep
guttural grunts, arching her back in the swing, trying to get both my cock and the
dildo to go deeper. Suddenly she jerked as her orgasm hit her with full force and her
rectum clamped down hard on my cock making it almost impossible for me to hold
off. I managed another 3 strokes, before I blasted several jets, filling her belly with
thick creamy jizz. That was it for both of us, Petra hung limp in the sex swing and I
sank to my knees and then sat down on the floor, panting, trying to catch my breath
just the same as she did. When finally both of us had our breathing back under
control, I looked at her through her still wide open legs, she had a smile on her face,
like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“That was hot, I’ve never cum like that. Thanks, for this unexpected adventure you
took me on this evening. Maybe I should make a bucket list as you suggested.”
“You mean the, 69 sexy things to do before you die, list?”
“Where did you get the idea?”
“That’s simple, from Playboy’s adult news magazine that aired 2008-2009. If you
have the chance to find the episodes on the internet, you should watch them as it will
give you a couple of ideas for your own list”
“So I guess you are not sorry, you let me, sort of force you, to take this adventurous
path together with me tonight?”
“No, absolutely not, I can’t wait to go on another adventure with you.”
“Let’s take it steadily shall we? Now it’s high time for me to hit the sack, I’ve got
another workday coming tomorrow - what am I saying, in a few hours. Look it’s way
past midnight.”
“Yeah time flies when you’re having fun.”
“A few things before we close up the cellar, can you please clean up the dildo, and
the floor where we spilled our joint juices. Maybe next time we plan a session, you
might want to use an enema, to make your back passage squeaky clean. That should
make it possible to alternate between your mouth, pussy, and back passage.”
“Now that I know how much fun anal is, that could indeed be even more fun. I’ll
definitely remember.”
Petra meticulously cleaned everything we’d used in the cellar, after which she took
her leave, disappearing into the night as she walked home. I went quickly upstairs,
got a quick shower to clean up, and was already fast asleep when my head hit the
pillow. Hopefully, the remainder of the week would be less hectic.
Happily, I couldn’t have been more wrong, as my cock would venture up another
bum before the week was over.
 Chapter 24
Linda’s other virginity

Saturday evening, just as I was about to close the shop, Linda and Jada showed up.
“What brings you here on a Saturday evening ladies, shouldn’t you be getting ready
to spend the evening and night dancing and flirting with loads of sexy boys?”
Linda, clearly the spokeswoman, replied, “No Lew, we’re on a mission.”
“You want me to take pictures of you together in the nude?”
“No, not immediately, however knowing you, it could come to that eventually, but
there is something else that you might be able to help us with, it’s rather delicate
though. It’s something that we both have on our bucket list, and we think the time is
ripe to tackle it head-on.”
“That sounds mysterious; care to elaborate.”
“Remember when I asked you to make me a woman instead of a girl a few weeks
ago and at first you were rather reluctant to oblige?”
“Yes, and in the end, you managed to talk me into it.”
“This is something similar.”
“I can’t take your virginity twice dear, and as far as I know Jada is not exactly a virgin
anymore either.”
“The both of us still have one sort of virginity left, and it’s that one we want to
discuss with you.”
“Are you talking about what I think you are talking about?”
“I don’t know what you are thinking about, but if you are thinking about the other
side from where you took my virginity, you are on the right track.”
“OK stop beating about the bush, you want me to deflower your virginal butt hole?”
“Yes.”
“And what is Jada doing here other than for moral support?”
“No, she wants you to take her anal virginity too.”
“Both of you?”
“Yes please.”
“You’re kidding me right?”
“No, we’re not. We absolutely want you to do this for us - we’ll never ask you for
anything else again…please?”
“That’s easy to say, if I were to consent to this, you won’t have anything virgin left
anymore. How in heaven’s name did you come up with me to do this for you?”
Jada looking a bit guilty took over, “You see, Elisa told me that Jack’s cleaning lady
told him you had taken her anal virginity, initially against her will, but through a
game, you played with her, she had to consent and in the end, she was thrilled she’d
gone through with it. She also said you were ever so gentle and considerate and so
did Linda when she told me about you making her a woman.”
“Please don’t tell me Petra is Jack’s cleaning lady too?”
“Yes, she is.”
“Oh my god, I don’t believe this, why do I keep doing these things?”
“Maybe because we like you so much and because you’re always so considerate and
gentle?”
“OK flattery will get you anywhere, but not this time ladies…and how do you see this
happening anyway?”
“Well we’re here and it’s Saturday evening, your shop is closed and you have two free
days to recover if it proves too tiring for you; this evening and tonight should give
you ample time and opportunity to complete the task. Furthermore, who knows it
might be fun.” Linda said.
“You seem pretty determined; maybe I already have something on, I do have a sex
life of my own you know.”
“Don’t tell me you can resist two young beautiful females, and there I quote your
own words. Maybe we should start with a photo session? That should get you in the
mood, come on let’s go to the studio.”
Each of them grabbed one of my hands and dragged me to the studio. Jada, who’d
been dancing there with her sister to help me with my video training knew exactly
how to turn on the music in the studio. A serious dance beat came out of the
loudspeakers and they started to dance with each other, their arms in the air,
gyrating their young enticing bodies. These two vixens sure knew just which buttons
to press to convince me to do exactly what they wanted me to do. Giving in to
temptation, I turned on the strobes and grabbed my camera.
That was all they needed to start a slow striptease, showing a little of their beautiful
bodies at a time. It was as if they had rehearsed their show. One thing they had
coordinated was their costumes. Both wore crop tops, showing off their toned
midriffs, and enticing navels just peeping above the waistband of their miniskirts.
Jada was the first to repeat the move she made before when dancing with her sister
Elisa, crossing her arms grabbing the hem of her top, slowly bringing it up, then
lowering it again just before it revealed the underside of her nice big boobs. She
looked me in the eyes, wiggling her finger in a no motion, letting go of the top before
raising her arms again, swaying above her head. As if on cue, Linda made the same
move, only she went a bit higher, flashing her nipples before pulling it back down
again.
“How are we doing Lew? Is your temperature rising yet?” Linda shouted over the loud
music
“I don’t know about my temperature, but something is definitely rising.”
Jada danced again in my direction, grabbed her top, and pulled it over her head,
throwing it into my face. Her tits were bouncing all over the place: she grabbed them
took the nipples with her fingers and pulled them out as far as they would go. She
came closer still, her arms down again, waggling her boobs against my chest to the
beat of the music. Then she moved away and was replaced by Linda, who slowly and
enticingly pulled her crop top over her head, revealing her pert B cups to me. Both
were now dancing topless moving in circles around me. I didn’t know where to turn
any more so I decided to put the camera down, take a seat, and enjoy the show. One
after the other, they came closer to me to give me a lap dance. Linda was the first,
grabbing my knees and opening my legs before turning her back to me while she
lifted the hem of her miniskirt so she could press her bum against my crotch. Before
she let it drop again, she gave me a peek at her lovely buttocks and her pussy which
was still partially covered by her thong.
As she moved away, Jada took her place, straddling me and wiggling her boobs
against my chest while grabbing my head with both her hands, kissing me full on the
mouth, and giving my lips a flick with her tongue. Before I could respond she was
gone again. Both of them were now dancing right in front of me, moving their hands
down their backs, fumbling with the zipper of their skirts. They turned their bums
towards me and started lowering them torturingly slowly, sliding their miniskirts down
and revealing a red thong each, their butt cheeks nicely displayed. Turning around
again, swirling their miniskirts above their head they threw them away, high in the
air. They reminded me of an ice cream coupe, with Linda as the vanilla portion and
Jada as the coffee ice cream; I longed to taste them.
They kept on dancing, almost completely nude, just their thongs, still hiding their
innermost sanctums, and their feet encased in 4-inch heels. I didn’t have to wait long
for them to turn their enticing bums to me again, grabbing the top of their thongs,
sliding them, again, painfully slowly down over their butts, bit by bit revealing to my
wanton eyes the swollen lips of their pussies protruding between their smooth thighs.
Once the thongs were down, they picked them up and drew them over my head,
wiggling their already moist pussies right in front of me, Linda’s still completely bare
because of her Brazilian wax, while Jada’s pubic hair was nicely shaven in the shape
of a lightning streak. I grabbed a cheek of each in my hands, drawing them nearer,
so I could fully enjoy their feminine aroma.
“Well do you think you could go for our request…please?”
“As you got the information from Petra, did you girls do what I suggested to her
about hygiene?”
“Yes!” they replied in unison.
“We both cleaned with an enema before we came here.”
“OK, show me these bums I need to ravish then.”
Both giggling, they turned around, got on their knees, and stuck their bums high in
the air. God, it was a sight for sore eyes, two beautiful enticing bums ready to be
plucked. And I was the chosen one to do the plucking. So I better get ready then.
“I’ll be right back girls, I’m gonna get some lube to make this as pleasant as
possible.”
Linda jumped up and said, “No need Lew we have what you need.” She grabbed the
small rucksack she’d carried and took out a big bottle of lubricant. “Here you go.”
“It seems you were convinced I was going to do exactly what you expected me to do
then?
“Uh yes,” she said with a giggle, “we were almost sure we would be able to get you
to do what we wanted. I must confess we discussed this and we sort of know how to
manipulate you.”
“My god I’m really gonna have to be careful around you two.”
“Rest assured Lew we will not abuse our knowledge, it’s a bit like hypnosis, you can’t
make somebody do something they would not do outside of hypnosis. We know you
like to photograph naked girls, that’s obvious, we know that, despite our age, you like
and trust us, and we had the confirmation from Petra that you are not averse to
some anal exploration and deflowering.”
“OK, you have me, now what?”
They kicked off their shoes and all of a sudden they were all over me encasing me
with their lithe naked bodies, tearing at my clothes, removing my shirt, trousers, and
boxers. They had the good sense to also remove my shoes and socks leaving me in
the same attire they were: birthday suits. Dropping to their knees they sandwiched
my already hard cock, thanks to their dancing show, between their lips, one on each
side, like they had seen Astrid and Bethany do after the video session a few weeks
ago, taking it in their hot mouths one after the other.
“This will already provide a very good natural lube, Lew,” Linda said looking at me
almost like an expert on the matter
“Yes it does, but be careful not to overdo it as I need to keep it up over a longer
period and it’s too late now to take one of my magical blue pills. Why don’t we go to
one of the dressing rooms, we have a bed there that may make things easier and
more comfortable for all of us.”
In the dressing room, I suggested they get on their knees, on the bed, presenting
their bums for inspection. It was obvious they’d worked all this out in detail, taking up
their position, bums in the air, upper body low, looking through their opened legs at
what I was doing. I had taken the bottle of lubricant with me and was applying it
profusely to my steel rod. To make sure they were aroused and wet, I kneeled beside
the bed, first attacking Linda’s pussy with my mouth and tongue, while frigging Jada’s
pussy with the fingers of my right hand. I gave Linda a real saliva bath, from her clit
down over her labia to her perineum to her little rosebud, sticking my tongue as far
as possible into her back passage, giving her a small taste of what to expect and
myself a glorious taste of her wonderful juices.
When done, I put some lube on the fingers of my left hand and poked her butthole
with it. She was not putting up any resistance, and her sphincter gave my finger free
access, which was an open invitation to introduce a second and then a third lubed
finger. By doing it this way, I could still massage her clit with my thumb, which was
basically what I was doing to Jada as well, but with my fingers in her pussy instead of
her backdoor. Both girls were already moaning, each playing with their boobs and
pulling at their nipples.
The moment of truth had arrived for Linda, I pulled my hand away from Jada, who
gave me a disappointed moan until she saw what I was doing. Trying to be
supportive, she began to play with Linda’s boobs, allowing the latter to brace herself
for the requested anal defloration she wanted so badly. I put my cock in front of
Linda’s tight little hole, putting pressure on her sphincter, now not so willing to let a
foreign intruder in without a fight. “Relax Linda, push back a little.” This was one fight
I was determined to win, so I insisted, pressing harder, and slowly but surely the
door slid open, like the iris of a camera lens, allowing the bulbous head of my dick to
start sliding in. I heard Linda take a deep breath.
“Are you OK? Shall I give you a minute?”
“Yes please.”
After about a minute, I told Linda I was going to proceed.
“I remember the drill from when you took my pussy’s virginity, so yes go ahead
slowly please.”
Cm by cm, I began to move forward until my cock was about halfway in. Carefully I
slid out again, leaving the head inside, then pushed forward until I bottomed out.
“Wow that’s intense, I feel so full, are you completely in now?”
“Yes, you have now completely lost your anal virginity, no blood this time. Shall I
continue, or do you want me to tackle Jada first?”
“No, no keep going, fuck my ass as you’re supposed to.”
Sliding out and in again, I built up speed and Linda began to moan, helped by Jada
frigging her clit. After another minute I was pumping away like a steam engine at full
speed. Linda was coming closer to her first anal-induced orgasm. I knew she was
rather vocal when she orgasmed, so I was expecting to hear clearly from her when
she was - I wasn’t disappointed.
“Yes, keep going, god this feels so good, I feel it coming, it’s there…aaaah fuck, fuck
yes, yes, yes!”
Not only was Linda shouting to the world she was cumming, but also her body was
giving all the right signs. She shivered, arching her back, her rectum convulsing
around my cock, making it mighty difficult for me to keep it together and not cum
myself. When she finally collapsed on the bed, her ass reluctantly let go of my cock:
it slipped out and I could relax. Jada was excited at how well Linda had done and
how she had obviously enjoyed her anal defloration.
“OK Jada, you’re next, but please give me a minute to recover.”
She looked at me a bit hesitantly, “I have a confession to make, I’m not an anal
virgin anymore. I lost it, months ago, at my initiation into the lifestyle. I’m sorry Linda
for lying to you, but I wanted you to experience anal too. I was surprised they didn’t
take you anally during the inauguration; the main attraction usually gets poked in all
her holes.”
Linda, lifting her head from the bed, still recovering from her huge orgasm said, “that
was because Astrid is my Mistress and she explicitly didn’t want anybody near my ass
hole at the time; before the show, she explicitly asked me about it. She knew that
Lew had taken my pussy virginity, at the time she had even suggested I ask Lew to
do it, but then she asked me if he had also taken my other virginity, which he hadn’t,
and that’s when she suggested I get together with Lew again to remedy that. But
hang on a second, you lost your anal virginity already months ago? And you didn’t tell
me why did you lie to me then?”
“I’m so sorry, but the only way I felt I could get you to experience this was by
suggesting we do it together, so you wouldn’t be afraid. I even experienced DP that
day, just like Petra did with Lew when he took her anal virginity.”
“DP, what the fuck is DP, God I hate all these abbreviations!”
It was time for me to step in, to make sure they would remain friends after this
experience.
“I too hate all these abbreviations you youngsters use these days, so for your benefit,
Linda, DP, explains itself better when you don’t use the abbreviation, it means double
penetration. And indeed I had Petra experience this, so she could tick it off of her ‘69
sexy things to do before you die’ list.”
“How did you do that? Do you have a twin brother we are not aware of?”
“No, there are ways, you know what, maybe we can do it here with you too, but then
in a far more interesting way than I used on Petra. Do you still trust me and most
importantly, do you still trust Jada?”
“Should I?”
“Jada did it with the best intentions, to make it easier for you, supporting you as best
as she could.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, so yes I trust her, and you Lew, you know I trust you
completely.”
“OK, hang in there, I’ll be right back.”
I made a dash for the staircase to the cellar to borrow something I saw in the dildo
cupboard when I was fishing out the dildo I used on Petra for her DP initiation.
Coming back up I hid it behind my back before coming back into the dressing room.
They both looked at me with big eyes filled with question marks trying to guess what
I had done.
“OK girls, I figured out the perfect way for a DP. Jada, have you ever fucked a
woman?”
“Uh, no, I don’t have a penis.”
“What if you had one, would you do it?”
“I guess so, it can’t be that difficult, can it?”
“Linda, have you ever been fucked by a woman?”
“No, for the same reason I guess.”
“OK Jada, you are about to find out how difficult it is for a man to fuck a woman into
orgasm, and you Linda are about to experience what it feels like to be fucked by a
woman.”
I pulled out what I had found downstairs in the dildo cupboard and showed it to
them.
“Oh, a strap-on!” Jada said with a giggle, “you want me to fuck Linda with this
thing?”
“Yes I do, which side would you like to handle?”
“Uh…”
Before Jada could say something, Linda interjected, “Shouldn’t I be the one to decide
whom I want in my pussy and who gets my ass?”
“You’re absolutely right Linda, you decide whom you want to face and who gets the
privilege to admire your beautiful backside.”
“Mmmh, let me think, you were already in my ass today Lew, and you, Jada, played
with my pussy, so I guess it's clear, I want Lew in my pussy, and Jada in my ass.”
Jada got busy putting on the strap-on dildo; she did have a problem figuring it out
though as I’d chosen one where both parties could have some fun. It had a dildo
attachment on both sides, one to go into Jada’s pussy and the other side to slide
down Linda’s back passage.
“I’ve never used one of these before, do you know how this works Lew?”
“You see the pink side with the little nob at the top to stimulate your clitty? That goes
in your pussy and you fuck Linda with the black side.”
“Oh, I see, really pleasure for two?”
“That’s right, yes.”
“Oh my, I will be fucked in the ass with a black one.” Linda coed. “That’s a double
tick on my list, DP, and sex with a black cock - well not really, but close anyway.”
“OK girls, if we’re all geared up, I’ll lie on the bed with Linda straddling me doing a
cowgirl, but instead of sitting upright, lie on my chest and stick your ass out to give
Jada total access to your cute little asshole. One thing girls, I do need some
stimulation to get me hard again after all the running around.”
“Let me take care of that,” Linda said.
“You do realize the last place my dick was in, was your ass, do you?”
“Yes, but I cleaned myself before, and ticking off items on our list is always nice, and
ass to mouth was one of them, which I did not immediately plan for today, but it‘s
always great to tick off an extra one.”
“That’s my girl!” I said after which she attacked my cock with her mouth sucking and
licking it with total abandon.
After she had brought it back to full mast, she climbed on top of me, impaling herself
on my now hard again cock, bottoming out in one go due to her already profusely
flowing juices. Her upper body came down, pressing her soft bosoms against my
chest and her enticing lips to mine, sticking her bum out. Jada took up her
designated position behind Linda, taking hold of the black dildo, lubing it profusely,
then knocking at Linda’s backdoor, starting to push against her sphincter. Linda now
relaxed and let the black snake slide in. It was a bit longer and thicker than my dick,
so it was again a new sensation for her. I immediately felt it push against my dick
through the fleshy wall between the two channels.
“Oh my god, this makes me feel so full, I love it!” Linda shouted.
Jada began to pump out and in of Linda’s dark channel, stimulating all the sensitive
areas around her sphincter, and every time she bottomed out, rubbing the small
protrusion on the other side of the dildo against her own clit, sending shivers all
through her body. Both girls began to moan seriously now, alternating with the
occasional shriek and squeal coming from either one of them. Linda was riding me
expertly like a professional amazon, trying to keep in sync with Jada’s movements.
Both girls’ and my breathing and heartbeats were increasing, inching our joint
orgasms closer to boiling point. Jada was the first one to go off and she was as vocal
as Linda had been before shouting at the top of her voice.
“Yes, yes I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, oh my god, yes, yes, cuuuuuuummmming
now!”
Linda wasn’t far behind, as I felt her convulsing and contracting on my shaft, taking
me with her into a body-shuddering orgasm, filling her pussy with several spurts of
hot creamy jizz to the point of overflowing.
“Yes fill me up, give me your glorious cum, I want all of it, yes, yes!” she
screamed almost in my ear.
After that earth-shattering, joint orgasm, the whole tower collapsed on top of me. I
had gone to heaven and was now dead and buried under two glorious naked females
still panting, interspersed with the occasional shiver as if oblivious to the world
around them. Jada was first to pull out of Linda and, getting up, she allowed me to
breathe a little better. When Linda heard me gasping for air, she came off of me as
well, letting my cock slide out of her overfilled cunt. They were both standing on each
side of the bed looking at me with a big smile on their faces.
“In the end Jada, you do look ridiculous with your big black dick,” I said.
“Uh, that’s not very nice of you to say. To be honest I’m getting accustomed to
having a dick, especially one that also stimulates my pussy using it.”
“Don’t get too attached to it, it has to go back downstairs, clean, you know how
Tanja is when it comes to her toys.”
“Yeah I know, and I don’t want to be the one on the receiving end of one of her
punishment floggings, believe me. I’ll clean it thoroughly before putting it back.”
“Excellent, she does have you girls well trained hasn’t she?”
“Absolutely, but she can also be very generous when it comes to satisfying us, giving
us the best of orgasms: increasing the pleasure by combining it with pain is her
specialty.”
“So I hear.”
“Lew have you decided yet if you want to be my full-time Master pleeeeeaaase?”
Jada asked.
“How can I resist your beautiful puppy eyes and your enticing, young, olive-colored
body?”
“What about my body? Don’t you like me anymore?” Linda said also looking at me
with a very similar puppy-eyes look.
“Nothing at all and yes dear, you will forever be and remain my very first nude model
in the photo studio, and I hope to be able to take lots more pictures of you in the
future, both upstairs and downstairs. But for now, I think we’ve played enough and
it’s high time to get some shut-eye.”
“Can we please stay?” They said in unison.
“Stay, you mean to sleep here?”
“Not here silly, in your big bed upstairs, together with you. We promise to behave
until you have rested and are fully recovered. Look upon it as an advance birthday
present.”
“What do you know about my birthday?”
“We know it’s not so far away and it’s an important one: we know that too.”
“Who spilled the beans? I’ll have his or her hide.”
“We’re sorry but that’s for us to know and for you to guess.”
“One thing girls, I don’t want any fuss on or for my birthday, so please keep it a
secret!”
“Don’t blame us, but we think it’s already out there and you will have to take it like a
man.”
“I have a strong feeling that I’ll leave the country around my birthday.”
“Don’t! You’ll miss all the fun.”
“OK, we’ll see. For now though, if you care to listen to me snoring all night, come
right up.”
After a joint shower that took another half hour while we thoroughly cleaned each
other’s fun parts, we hit the sack. I was sandwiched between the two gorgeous
naked girls, Jada pressing her soft boobs in my back, her arm between my legs,
holding on to my cock with her dainty little hand, and Linda in front with one of my
legs and my arm over her, holding one of her perky boobs. I was woken the next
morning by a nice warm, wet feeling around my cock, looking down I saw both of
them licking and sucking my morning wood.
“I could get used to this kind of alarm clock you know, so maybe I should chain you
two to my bed, to get this royal treatment every morning.”
“Oh yes could you chain us to your bed, we would love it.”
“Don’t tempt me, I might just do it, so I could also flog you every time I felt like it.
But for now, I’ve got a better idea, when you’re done playing around with my dick
let’s get some breakfast, you know that’s the most important meal of the day.”
“Yes, we know Lew!” they said in unison again.
“That’s why we want our juice first, but the fountain seems reluctant, we will just
have to suck a little harder.”
Five minutes later they had their juice, sharing my squirting cock between their hot
mouths, and whatever ended in the wrong place was quickly picked up with fingers
or tongue and licked off as if it was whipped cream. When we finally got up, I took
them to the kitchen, where I put them to work preparing breakfast. As their clothes
were still downstairs in the studio, they dutifully performed all their assigned tasks in
the nude, resulting, by the end of breakfast in another hardon sucked dry for the
second time that morning by two hungry mouths, while I fingered each pussy to a
small orgasm.
Finally after a lot of giggles and horsing around I got them downstairs again, dressed,
and out the door. The rest of the day I just lay on the sofa, recovering, wishing I was
20 years younger. I only hoped they would keep their mouths shut about my
upcoming 60th birthday.
 Chapter 25
Lance and Cathy

Tuesday evening shortly before closing time a distinguished gentleman walked into
the shop.
“Good evening sir, how may I be of assistance?”
“I heard that you specialize in nude photography, is that correct?”
“Euh yes, why do you ask?”
“I have, what may sound like a strange request. By the way, my name is Lance.”
“Yes, you probably know I’m Lew right? So tell me about your strange request.”
“You see, I’ve always wanted some nice photos of my wife Cathy in the nude, but I
can’t get her to agree and I was wondering if you would be able to convince her and
take these pictures for me?”
“Wow that’s a tall order, why doesn’t she want to have pictures taken in the buff?”
“She’s now 45 and she thinks she’s way past such frivolities. Whatever I tell her,
she’s convinced she’s far from beautiful enough, and believe me she looks great and
spends a lot of time in the gym to keep in shape. Here let me show you a picture I
took without her knowing it with my phone.
Lance showed me a grainy picture on his phone of an attractive topless lady. She had
gorgeous boobs, very firm, with the cutest very light-colored areolae and nipples you
can imagine. I could only see a portion of her face, as Lance had been focusing on
her boobs when he took the picture. He showed me another grainy one fully clothed
and from what I could make out, his Cathy looked very nice indeed.
“I see that she allowed you to take a picture of her topless with your phone, have
you tried with a camera, a question of getting better quality pictures?”
“I surprised her in the bathroom when I took the photo with my phone and she
demanded I immediately delete it, which I didn’t do as you can see, but she doesn’t
know.”
“Being a naughty boy aren’t you Lance?”
“Yes and no, but it’s so frustrating I can’t get any good photos of her, no hope of her
allowing me to take better quality pictures with a digital camera, so I’m desperate. I
hope she will be able to keep her stunning body in shape, but who knows for how
long, and when that happens I am sure she will regret not taking the opportunity
when she was still in her prime for the rest of her life.”
“You still have some time Lance, a few weeks ago I photographed an, at first
unwilling, 52-year-old woman in the nude, and believe me she’s a stunner. You
remember Gwyneth Paltrow had her picture taken on her 58 th birthday in her
backyard, also completely nude. She had it even published under the caption, ‘in my
birthday suit on my 58th birthday’, unfortunately for her, her daughter was not
amused by her stunt but she said she couldn’t care less.”
“Could you try to talk Cathy into posing naked please, as you did with that 52-year-
old woman?”
“I have talked several women out of their clothes before, but from what you tell me,
Cathy is going to be a tough cookie to crack. I do like a good challenge though, so if
you want me to, I’m willing to try.”
“Great, how do you want to go about it?”
“Those, my friend, are the tricks of the trade I’m not very willing to share.”
“OK, I understand. What do I need to do to make this happen?”
“The best thing you can do is bring Cathy along under the pretense of having her
portrait taken, figuring out a reason, I leave to you. Please don’t mention anything
about her posing in the nude, because that would make it definitely impossible.”
“When can you do it, I can’t wait.”
“How about tomorrow? Would that be convenient? Can you come up with a plausible
reason to bring her here then?”
“I think so, what would be a good time?”
“I have my assistant Jada in the shop tomorrow afternoon, so she can take care of
any customers picking up prints or stuff, so any time in the afternoon would be fine,
maybe not too late; it may take some time to convince her to go starkers. Can I put
some pressure on her with a cock and bull story?”
“You have my fullest consent, short of physical force, for whatever you need to do to
get her naked in front of your lens.”
“Fine, we’ve got a deal then, I’ll expect you around 2 pm, make sure she wears
something that looks nice, but comes off easily, a summer dress is always good. I
guess you won’t be able to convince her to be naked under the dress?”
“I guess not, but why do you ask?”
“Bras and panties always leave marks on the skin, so when they take them off, they
show in the pictures. It takes a while for the marks to disappear and I’m not sure
how long I can keep her running around naked in the studio, assuming I can talk her
out of her dress in the first place. The dress is usually the most difficult part to get
them to remove, once that is gone, the rest usually follows fairly easily.”
“I can hear you are indeed a master in getting the ladies naked.”
“Just a thought, would she be interested in any sort of kinky stuff? I mean would she
be susceptible to going into a sub position?”
“No I don’t think so, we’ve never tried anything in that direction, so no that might
even scare her off.”
“OK, good to know, but it’s sometimes another way of getting the ladies to disrobe.
See you tomorrow then around 2 pm, with Cathy.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
“Oh before I forget, you’ll be able to follow the whole session without her knowing
about it via the screen in my computer room, Jada will show you once I disappear
with Cathy into the studio. The whole session will be videoed as well, so if you want,
I can provide you a DVD afterwards. The whole thing, including prints or a photo
album plus DVD, will come to € 2000, is that acceptable?”
“Yes, I don’t care much what the costs will be, as long as I get photos of my Cathy in
de nude.”
“Excellent we’ve got a deal, if I can’t get her out of her clothes, you’ll get the clothed
portraits for free. I do have a reputation to live up to you know!”
The following morning was rather calm, I briefed Jada, when she arrived after lunch,
on what was to happen in the afternoon and what her role would be. Now it was just
waiting for Lance and Cathy to arrive. Right on the dot of 2, they walked into the
shop. A first look at Cathy confirmed Lance was right, she was a looker, and the
summer dress she wore clung to her lithe figure, with almost bare shoulders, just
spaghetti straps holding up the dress. Unfortunately, I also detected bra straps,
telling me Lance had not succeeded in talking Cathy into coming without the lingerie;
OK so be it. The dress ended mid-thigh leaving the biggest portion of her shapely
tanned legs bare, on her feet she wore sandals showing her nice slender feet with
toenails fashionably painted bright red like her fingernails. I had agreed with Lance
upfront to pretend we didn’t know each other.
“Good afternoon sir and madam, how can I be of assistance to you?”
“Good afternoon, I told my wife Cathy that you are famous in the village for taking
portraits.”
“Thank you for the compliment and yes I do pride myself on doing justice to the
people I photograph. Are you looking for a couple's portrait or just of one of you?”
“No it’s my wife, I’d like a nice set of portraits of her, with some of them being larger
prints for wall mounting.”
“Excellent, I can do that, when would you like me to do it?”
“Euh right now if possible?”
“Um, yes that’s possible, Jada can look after the shop while I take..?”
“Oh my wife’s name is Cathy, and I am Lance, sorry for not introducing us.”
“No worries, I’m Lew by the way, but I guess you knew that?”
“Yes, we knew from the people who recommended you.”
“Great, shall we go to the studio then Cathy?”
“You coming, Lance?”
“No dear, I don’t want to interfere with Lew’s creativity, and besides I need to run an
errand downtown, but I’ll come back to pick you up, when will you be finished, Lew?”
“It may take a few hours as we have to see what background to choose, maybe do
something special with lighting some special poses. We’ll have to see, come back
around 4, 4:30, I guess we’ll be finished by then.”
“Wow, will it take so long?” Cathy asked already looking worried.
“Don’t worry Cathy, once we get going I’ll bet you’ll have lots of fun and it will be
over before you know it.”
“OK then.”
“See you later then Lance,” I said, giving him a wink.
While Cathy and I went to the studio, Jada took Lance into the computer room so he
could follow the whole procedure. He seemed extremely nervous and curious whether
I was going to be able to talk his wife out of her clothes to pose naked in front of the
camera. I had my plan worked out, it was devious and naughty and I expected Cathy
to get mad at me and her husband, but I was sure that in the end, she would love it,
especially when she saw the results the week after.
“OK Cathy, have you ever posed for a photographer before?”
“No, I have absolutely no idea what you’ll expect me to do.”
“Don’t worry, once we get started it will come naturally to you, let’s start with
something simple, do you guys have a garden?”
“Yes in the back.”
“Great let’s start with a garden background, pretend you’re in your garden and you’re
looking at the beautiful flowers, I’ve got a basket here with some fake flowers for you
to carry, pretending to gather them, don’t look at the camera please.”
Cathy did exactly what I asked her to do, she was a natural and didn’t even know it. I
had her take different poses, then put a garden bench out for her to sit on and
pretend she was in a park. After about 20 minutes, I thought the time was ripe to
tackle the subject of nudity.
“Would you care to lower the straps of your dress for me, Cathy?”
“Not really.”
“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to insist.”
“I said no!”
“Ah, it’s clear Lance didn’t give you the full story then.”
“What story?”
“About him losing the bet.”
“What bet?”
“It’s obvious you have no idea, do you? Well Lance and I had a bet about the
election, and if he won, I would give him a portrait session of his wife for free, but if
he lost, you had to model for me in any way I would choose. I’m afraid he lost.”
“No way!”
“Yes, so I’m afraid you’ll have to play along. Lance sang your praises on how
beautiful you are and he was right Cathy, you are a gorgeous woman, and taking
pictures of beautiful women in the nude is my passion.”
“God no, the stupid man, so that’s why he brought me here with a cock and bull story
about getting a nice portrait of me to hang on the wall, and besides I’m too old for
this crap. Is there something we can work out maybe, just between the two of us? I’ll
pay you handsomely for the portraits.”
“A bet is a bet I’m afraid Cathy and you will have to pay up in the way that Lance and
I agreed, so please lower the straps of your dress. We will build up to it, I don’t want
you to start stripping right away, and I assure you that in the end, you will like it. I’ve
done this so many times before with women much older than you. Just a few weeks
ago I had a gorgeous woman of 52 in here, who was tricked by her daughter to pose
in the nude for me. By the end of the session, she was even seriously aroused. Let
me assure you that is not my purpose here, but who knows, if it were to happen,
Lance and yourself would benefit from that once you get back home.”
“I’ll be more likely to hit him for getting me into this kind of situation.”
“Why? Now tell me do you go to the beach sometimes?”
“Uh yes, regularly.”
“Do you wear a bikini then?”
“Yes of course, but I’m not on the beach right now!”
“No that’s right, but think back, I bet you it’s a very tiny bikini, with just a string in
your ass.”
“Yes.”
“And when you walk around in it, you love it when the men look at you, drool over
you, as I bet they do with your stunning body. That’s your exhibitionist streak, one
you share with a major proportion of all the good-looking women in this world.”
“You think so?”
“Yes I think so and besides, you’ve got smashing boobs…”
“What do you know about my boobs, you’ve never seen them!”
“I have, Lance, showed me the picture he took of you with his phone, topless in the
bathroom.”
“The bastard, he promised me he would delete that!”
“Don’t be mad at him, it’s what convinced me to go for the bet in the first place, on
the off chance I would get to see those enticing boobs of yours in real life, and better
yet, photograph them. So please, again, can you lower the straps of your dress”
Reluctantly Cathy finally complied, accepting her fate. I got her to turn her back to
me and pull the zipper of her dress down, revealing her completely naked back,
except for the bra and upon my request, she gave me a sultry look over her shoulder.
With some more convincing she pulled the top of the dress over her shoulders and let
it slide down her arms, finally dropping to the floor, leaving her in her bra and
French, almost transparent knickers, it was a very nice combination in a daring pink-
purple color combination, with lots of lace at the fringes.
When she finally turned around, her exhibitionist streak took over as she lifted her
arms high in the air a defiant smile on her face, as if saying ‘here look at me, I’m
gorgeous’. She did look as if she stepped right out of a lingerie fashion magazine, her
stunning body with her brown curls accentuating her beautiful face. So far so good,
now the final hurdle, total nudity, I wondered if she would dare to go for it.
“Excellent Cathy, let me give you some music to dance to, taking pictures while a
woman is dancing always gives excellent results.”
After about 10 minutes of dancing Cathy was slightly out of breath, but enjoying
herself, maybe I should try to numb her final inhibitions with a bit of alcohol.
“Can I offer you a glass of Champagne Cathy?”
“Yes that would be nice, I was getting a bit thirsty from the dancing.”
She gulped the glass down in one go and continued to dance. After a few minutes, it
started to take effect.
“You think I’ve got beautiful boobs?”
“Yes absolutely.”
“You really want to see them?”
“I’d love to, go on, show them to me.”
She moved her hands behind her back, fumbling with the hooks of her bra. When
they finally came undone, she grabbed the straps of the bra and pulled them
sideways taking it off, and swinging it high in the air before throwing it away. I was
taking pictures all the time.
“Well, what’s your opinion?”
“Cathy they’re divine, D-cup are they?”
“Yes, what about my nipples, they’re so bland, so colorless, I bet you’ve seen far
nicer ones in your career.”
“I love your nipples, they’re just right for your boobs, I guess that Lance loves to suck
them?”
“Yes he does, he also likes to eat my pussy. Now that we’re at it, would you care to
see my pussy too?”
“I’m just dying to finally meet your pussy, show it to me girl.”
She didn’t need any more convincing, she grabbed the elastic of her French panties
and pulled them all the way down, dangling them on her right foot before launching
them in a nice arc toward me, as a stripper would. She had a gorgeous pussy, nicely
shaven, with an eye-catching, well-trimmed, heart-shaped bush.
“Very nice hairdo, did you do that yourself?”
“No this is strictly Lance's work, he loves to shave me and trim my bush, always in a
different shape. I can guess now why he chose a heart shape this time.”
This made for some excellent pictures, Lance was going to be in seventh heaven I
thought. But he was witnessing it all wasn’t he from the computer room? I guessed
that by now he had a very hard problem in his pants, unfortunately so did I and there
was nothing I could do about it, as a married woman, Cathy was strictly off-limits for
me, I never get involved with married women, with one exception, my beloved
Catherine from Rome.
I would have to rely on Jada to bring me a release later this evening, or my faithful
friend at the end of my right arm. I got Cathy to give me some very daring poses,
exposing her pussy, even playing with it and making it very moist in the process. To
be honest, I was a bit jealous of Lance as he was the one who would be taking
advantage of his wife’s arousal later that day. I bet they will be tearing each other’s
clothes off once they get at home and fuck as they’ve never fucked before. Lance’s
deceit to get the long-awaited photos of his wife in the altogether will most certainly
be forgiven.
“OK Cathy, I think we can wrap it up, it’s almost 4 o’clock and Lance will be here
soon. Did you have fun?”
“Yes I did, I never expected it to be so liberating, and yes I seem to have an
exhibitionist streak in me I wasn’t aware of. I won’t be so reluctant anymore in the
future when Lance wants to take pictures of me in any state of undress, there is
always the delete button if I don’t like what I see, and this time it will be me pressing
that button instead of leaving it to him.”
“Excellent, I have only one more confession to make, Lance never left the shop, he
could follow the whole session on screen in my computer room, so he knows you are
ready to leave.”
By entering the studio at that precise moment, Lance proved my words. Before he
could say anything, Cathy jumped in his arms, naked as she was, her legs around his
waist, kissing him like crazy. After a while, she let go so he could say something.
“Darling, I hope you’re not too angry at my deceit and the help Lew gave me to
finally get those pictures of you I’ve been asking for - for so long now.”
“We’ll have to see. You’ve been very naughty, and it may take me a little while to
forgive you… I can’t wait for the results, when will we be able to see them, Lew?”
“Somewhere towards the end of the week I’ll have a selection ready for you to
choose from, but please give me a ring so you don’t come in vain. How would you
feel about taking a further step?”
“What do you mean a further step?” Lance asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“I had a couple the other week who posed naked together.”
“In the nude?” they replied in unison.
“Yes, of course in the nude, what’s the fun in posing with a naked woman all dressed
up?”
“Oh yes Lance, let’s do this, I don’t want to be the only one of us in the nude in our
photo album.”
“I don’t know, are you sure?”
“I think that Cathy has a valid point, Lance, I’ll make you a deal. For 500 more I’ll
take a whole series of photos of you as a couple, or are you more scared than your
wife? You know I made a bet with her that I could talk you out of your clothes,” I
said winking at Cathy.
“Yeah, I bet you did.”
“Betting is very dangerous Lance, ask Cathy, she knows all about it.”
“Come on Lance take your clothes off, I want to do this,” Cathy urged her husband.
“OK, fine, if I don’t I’m probably gonna have to hear I’m a chicken for the rest of my
life.”
Lance got undressed and I directed them into different sitting and standing poses, all
very tasteful. Cathy was clearly in her seventh heaven, feeling supported by her
husband. When it was done, and while they were getting dressed again I heard them
discussing in a hushed way, until I heard Lance say just a bit louder, “Don’t you dare
ask him!”
“What is it that you are not allowed to ask me, Cathy?”
“Oh, nothing,” Lance replied.
“Sorry, Lance I heard you distinctly say that Cathy was not allowed to ask me
something. Cathy can ask me anything she likes, especially after this wonderful photo
session. So go right ahead Cathy what would you like to know?”
“Uh, is it true that you have a BDSM dungeon in your cellar?”
“Yes and no. If you want to know if there is a BDSM dungeon in my cellar, the
answer is yes, if you want to know if it’s mine, the answer is no. I rent the space to
the local BDSM club.”
“You see, there is a BDSM club in the village, I told you so,” Cathy said triumphantly.
“Is that really true Lew? Lance asked me, still finding it difficult to believe me.
“Yes, why, are you interested?”
“Uh, we’re not sure, we would love to see it if that’s possible,” Cathy replied with a
big smile, her clearly being the more adventurous of the two, totally contradictory to
what Lance thought.
“You can visit; every Thursday evening they have an open-door session for interested
people, you pay a minimal entrance fee and can see what and how some of the
members practice their art and if you’re adventurous you can even participate.
Usually, flogging is recommended, sometimes accompanied by some nipple play or a
small hot wax treatment, unless you prefer less painful games. They have a real artist
in rope bondage, he can turn a woman into a macramé piece of art. They have
courses and also a small shop featuring all kinds of tools and toys for personal use at
home or the club with loads of books about their lifestyle. It starts at 8 pm and runs
until midnight, it’s very similar to what they do in the Antwerp Fetish café. Let me get
you the club’s president’s card: if you contact her she’ll tell you all about it.”
“Wow that is awesome, we should go, Lance, I want to see this and maybe also feel
it. Thanks for the info Lew I appreciate it.”
“Always happy to oblige.”
They walked, very happy, out of the store like a couple of teenagers in love for the
first time, arms around each other’s waists. Cathy, a liberated woman, far more
confident about herself than before she walked into my shop, Lance was as happy as
a lark, he was finally going to get the photos he wished for and more, for so long.
They looked happy and so was I, I had had the opportunity to photograph another
gorgeous woman in the nude. Jada was also happy, proving to me she was perfectly
able to run the shop all on her own, it was a tremendous boost to her confidence.
As for my personal release, I didn’t have to rely on my right hand that evening after
all as Grace rang my doorbell shortly after 8.
“Come on up Grace, what brings you to my doorstep on an evening in the middle of
the week?”
“A private and personal matter which may or may not come as a surprise to you.”
“Please do tell, you’ve made me curious.”
“Don’t be angry, but I was told in the strictest confidence your birthday is coming up
soon. Don’t ask who told me, I won’t snitch.”
“The gossip mill in this town is unbelievable, I might as well have put up a billboard
to announce my birthday.”
“As I said Lew don’t be angry, but I know. I also know you want to keep it a secret
and you even mentioned that you would rather skip town that day! Well, I may have
a solution.”
“Grace I would forever be in your debt if you could sort that out for me.”
“There is a way, you know that I cruise a lot?”
“Yes, you mentioned that you were regularly fulfilling your lifelong dream to go on
cruises, together with Nancy.”
“Yes, but now with the baby it’s become difficult, we could still go but then we would
miss the fun in the evening, not being able to see the shows and go dancing. Well,
because I do a lot of cruising with the same cruise line I am a Royal Caribbean Crown
and Anchor Pinnacle club member and as such a member I got this special offer I
would like to take up, but I need someone to go with me. Now there, I said it.“
“What are you implying? You want me to go on a cruise with you?”
“YES! I can only take up this offer when I book for two people.”
“And when is this cruise and where does it go?”
“It’s a Transatlantic cruise, from Harwich to Miami, and they offer me a luxury suite
at a very reduced price, and to top it all, it leaves September 27, so with your
birthday on the 10th of October, that would be ideal for you. The cruise takes 14
nights, so you would be back well after your birthday.”
“Wow, that’s amazing, and you would like me, instead of Nancy to go with you on
that cruise?”
“Yes, Lew I’d like that very much, if you want to spend 14 nights with me on a ship,
mostly at sea that is.”
“It is something I have always dreamed of, going on a cruise, but as a bachelor, it’s
not easy. As you said you almost always have to be a couple, or else it’s just too
expensive, but could you spend 14 nights with me, stuck on a ship?”
“I think I could, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought of asking you silly.”
“Yeah, you’re right, stupid of me to ask. I definitely could spend that time with you,
and I guess if it’s a suite there will be enough space. Where do I sign?”
“You don’t need to sign, if you want to go I’ll take care of all the paperwork, I’ll just
need some data from your passport because they are very strict on that, the name
has to be absolutely correct you know.”
“So Harwich - Miami hey, what do we do when we end up in Miami? We come
straight back, by plane I guess? Or is there time for a short vacation in Florida?”
“That’s open for negotiation, and I already had something in that direction in mind.”
“It’s been a very long time since I visited with Mickey and Donald; I was thinking we
could add a week around Orlando, doing the parks, Disney World, Epcot, and
Universal Studios, oh and it’s been ages since I had honey-glazed baby backs from
Tony Roma, my absolute favorite. Oh Grace you’ve got me all excited, that’s the best
birthday present anybody could offer me. We could rent a small villa for a week, I’ve
done that many times when I was over there.”
“Sounds good, I could go for that as well, I’m in real need of a good vacation, and 3
weeks sound just marvelous, and maybe just maybe I can couple the fun part to
something practical, there is this couple who operate a luxury villa park in Florida I’d
like to visit and maybe do some business with, so, yes let’s do this.”
I was so excited I put my arms around Grace and kissed her full on the mouth, she
responded eagerly, sliding her tongue over my lips, encouraging me to engage in a
tongue tango. My cock reared its ugly head inside my pants.
“What have we here Lew? Someone seems very happy to see me?”
“I’m sorry, but I had this arousing photo session this afternoon with this couple and
they are able to quench their thirst at home but I’m not, I’m so sorry, but it didn’t
take long for mister cock to claim your attention.”
Grace dropped to her knees undoing my pants grabbing inside to take my dick out,
making circles around the head with her tongue, bringing it within a few seconds to
full mast. She was good, I knew she was good and while she was licking and sucking
my pole my imagination was running wild. Thinking of having Grace all to myself for
14 nights on a cruise ship and then another week sharing her with Mickey and Donald
was just too much. It had been years since I came so fast. I surprised her as well
since from the few encounters we’d had she was used to me lasting a lot longer than
15 seconds. Being a good sport she swallowed.
“I’m so sorry Grace, it was this afternoon's arousing scenes and now the thought of
going on a cruise with you that overtook me.” As I pulled her back to her feet I
continued, “let me make it up to you please!”
“That’s OK, I was just surprised, but it’s only normal to have a mouth full when
sucking dick I guess?”
“That’s true but not this fast, please sit down I want to pleasure you as well.”
“No, no that’s not necessary.”
“I insist!”
“OK if you insist, what’s a needy girl to say.”
With Grace seated on the sofa, I could now slide my hands under her skirt, caressing
the outside of her thighs with my fingers, my thumbs on the inside sliding up towards
the top of her panties. In passing, I put some pressure on her pussy through her
panties, and when she felt me grabbing the elastic she lifted her bum allowing me to
pull them to her knees and feet. When I took the hem of her skirt she lifted again so
I could pull her skirt in the opposite direction making her completely bottomless.
Spreading her legs she opened her pussy wide for my attack, and attack I did, with
my mouth straight to her pleasure button, licking and sucking. My hands moved up
her body towards her soft boobs, caressing them over her blouse and bra. Desperate
to get my hands on them I tried to undo the buttons, but she pushed my clumsy
hands away taking over herself, and making my life so much easier. Once her blouse
was open, I could easily slide her bra up and over, freeing my second favorite toy on
a woman’s body, tits!
I heard Grace moaning while she pushed her mound into my mouth demanding
more. I concentrated on her clit, but freed up one hand from her boobs so I could
slide a finger into her hot love grotto, quickly following it with a second one,
stimulating her illustrious G-spot. That got her juices flowing. She would last longer
than I did but not all that much, probably at the thought of us soon being able to do
this every day for 3 weeks. My movements set her off convulsing and contracting
down on my fingers, whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips, quickly increasing
to loud shouting giving a voice to her orgasmic feelings. “Ooooh, yes, go, go, aaaah,
I’m cumming! CUMMING! I’m CUMMING!”
She almost smothered me with her crotch getting all rigid, pushing her mons hard
against my mouth and nose, before jerking a couple more times and falling on the
sofa, totally relaxed.
My hand, mouth, and face were flooded by her girly juices, allowing me to drink from
her fountain of love, quenching my thirst for her female nectar. I felt all the pent-up
feelings resulting from that day’s photo session leave my satisfied body.
“It’s always a feast when I can drink from your fountain, and just the thought of
being able to do that every day for 3 weeks sometime soon, gets me hard again.”
“It’s supposed to be a vacation as well Lew, not a sex marathon.”
“Sorry, let me rephrase that, it will be wonderful to spend 3 weeks in your company
Grace, on a cruise liner crossing the Atlantic, and visiting Disney World again - not
alone this time as I did in the past.”
“That’s much better, and I do expect you to eat my pussy, or poke it with your
pleasure stick regularly during those 3 weeks as well,” she said with a chuckle and
wink.
“Great! We really do see eye to eye don’t we?”
“Yes we do, I’ll let you know how everything’s going and provide you with the
paperwork and the exact schedules for the taxi to Hoek of Holland, departure, and
arrival times of the ferry to Harwich, and the cruise ship. I’ll see if I can book a villa
for the third week with this couple I want to meet and can you rent a car? From what
I understood you’ve done that before, so you do the things you know about and I’ll
do the cruising bits, I’m familiar with.”
“Great, I presume we’ll keep this a secret?”
“Absolutely, except for Nancy, of course, I can’t leave town without telling my
daughter.”
“Yeah, I will need to tell Catharina as well, as I suspect she will want to come to
Belgium to celebrate my birthday with me as I did on hers, I’m sure she won’t tell
anybody here about our little escape and I’ll make it up to her when we’re back.”
Grace got up, put her panties back on and fastened her bra and blouse, looked at me
with a devious smile on her face, and said, “Goodnight Lew!”
“I’m not so sure I’ll be able to sleep, excited as I am about this whole thing, and
thank you so much, Grace, this is the best birthday present ever.”
“My pleasure, see you.”
Grace almost danced down the stairs, clearly as excited as I was, being able to go on
a cruise again after a long period with Nancy’s pregnancy, the break up with her
boyfriend, and finally the birth of baby Emelia. But before we went on the cruise I
had one more problem to solve, Bethany’s art exhibition, and maybe going on
vacation could be a blessing for that as well, it would free up the studio for 3 weeks,
just the right amount of time to do an art exhibition.
 Chapter 26
Bethany’s paintings

I’d been reflecting on Bethany’s paintings, and finally decided that if I didn’t take
action, they would never make it to an art exhibition. I decided to give some of my
friends a call the help me convince her to finally do something about it.
“Hey Linda, it’s Lew, I need your help.”
“Hello, yes I knew it was you, Lew, I immediately recognized that sexy voice, what do
you need help with, tell me, will I enjoy it too?”
“I’m not sure about you enjoying it but you’ve seen the paintings in Bethany’s
apartment, and you know she is the artist who painted them don’t you?”
“Uh yes.”
“Don’t you think they deserve to be exhibited?”
“Absolutely, when you suggested it to her I fully agreed. Hasn’t she done anything
about it yet then?”
“I’m afraid not, so this is where I need your help to convince her to finally go for it. I
offered the photo studio as a venue, so it won’t cost her a penny. The only thing she
needs to do is bring the paintings, overview the installation of the exhibition, and
show up in a stunning dress at the vernissage. I’m sure we’ll be able to find a few
sponsors for the drinks and food.”
“Great idea, how do you want to tackle it?”
“I’ve got a few ideas; Bethany owes me for helping her when she was attacked by
that brute she had a blind date with, I could maybe use that to put some pressure on
her.”
“Beth was attacked by a guy she had a date with?”
“Yes, she was completely distressed that evening. I’ll tell you all about it some time,
but not over the phone.”
“If it was so distressing, it might not be a good idea to remind her of it then?”
“No, maybe not.”
“How about sex? Do you think we could convince her with good down-to-earth sex?”
“It might work, but how do I figure into that?”
“You told me about your encounter with Bethany and the way she took to you?
Between the two of us, or better yet, with Bethany between the two of us, we should
be able to come up with something that will allow us to convince her she needs to do
this. After all, it’s for her own good.”
“You mean as a sandwich?”
“You’re so smart. Yes, we could be nasty, bring her to a high, and then deny her
orgasm until she agrees to go for the exhibition. It would be fun to try anyway!”
“You devious man, but yes I think it could work. Got any ideas how you can get her
into that situation?”
“Dinner is always a good start, that’s how I got to know Bethany intimately the first
time - trying to convince her to help your career as a model - dinner and a fuck. That
encounter convinced her she had to do something about her sex life, resulting in the
disastrous date that brought her to my door that evening.”
“Sounds good, you should try it, let me know when you have a dinner date with her
and if you were able to convince her afterward.”
“I think you’re not completely on board with the plan dear Linda, you need to be the
other 50% of this deception, how else am I going to turn Bethany in a sandwich, with
only one slice of bread? You have to come on this dinner date as well, to appeal to
Bethany’s lesbian side. The whole idea is to make her desperate, begging for release,
and that’s something I won’t be able to accomplish on my own. So can I count on
you?”
“By all means, my pussy is already looking forward to some more play with Bethany…
and you of course, or do I need to remind you I’m bi?”
“No Linda, you’re everything a man can ever want, you’re bi, you love to suck cock
and you like to dabble with kinky stuff. I’ll let you know when I can set up a date with
Bethany. I’ll keep your participation a secret from her so when we walk into the
restaurant it will, hopefully, be a nice surprise. All I need to do now is come up with a
plausible reason for a dinner date with her, any suggestions?”
“I know you don’t want anybody to know about it, but what if Bethany were to invite
you for your birthday?”
“No way, you know how I feel about that!”
“Not so fast Lew, I could whisper something in Bethany’s ear about it, sharing your
explicit wish to keep this a secret, she’ll feel privileged knowing about it, being able to
treat you secretly to a dinner, beating everybody else. Can I do that please? I just
love the intrigue. OK, me attending this dinner wouldn’t be a surprise anymore then,
as I guess she will invite me to come along wanting to thank me for sharing this
secret with her, and another advantage is that she’ll be financing her own downfall.”
“And you dare to call me devious! As I’ve said before, I’m going to have to be so
careful around you: you’re worse than all of the bad Bond girls rolled into one. OK,
you’ve convinced me, at least my birthday will bring something positive. Let me know
when you’ve talked to Bethany, so I can act all surprised when she calls me with the
invitation. I wonder though what reason she’s gonna come up with; it can’t be for my
birthday, you’ll make sure of that, won’t you?”
“Yes Lew, you can rest assured I’ll make it very clear to her this birthday has to
remain a secret for the rest of the world, and she shouldn’t give it as a reason for the
invite. Speak to you soon, do you prefer any specific date for this dinner?”
“Saturdays or Sundays are always good, I can rest the next day, the shop being
closed.”
“OK Saturday or Sunday it is, I’ll let Bethany choose the restaurant, or should I
whisper a preference in her ear as well?”
“No, she’ll probably go for the Deer Hunter anyway, unless she wants to surprise me.
Cheers Linda and thanks, I knew I could count on you to help me with this dilemma.”

Later that day in Bethany’s perfumery:

“Hi, Linda, what brings you to my shop? Do you need another wax? Shall I take a
look at your delightful pussy to see if everything is still OK?”
“No thanks, not immediately Beth, I’m still recovering from the last one. Hey, I didn’t
know you had photos of me in your shop.”
“Compliments of Lew dear, they’re sort of my fee for helping your career along, and
to promote the beauty parlor. I’ve got some on my website as well, and I must say
since I’ve had the pictures on the site, the business has been growing. Sometimes
people come in with a copy of one of your photos they’ve downloaded to show me
what it is they would like to look like. I can assure you that’s sometimes a real
challenge, you’ve got a beautiful face with excellent bone structure but when
somebody walks in, to put it politely, not blessed with what you’ve got, it’s hard to
convince them they won’t be looking as good as you, even with my help. I guess your
visit here must be a ‘looking in the mirror’ experience for you?”
“Yeah, it sort of is actually. Speaking of the artist that took these photos, I need your
help with something. I know from a well-informed source, that Lew’s birthday is
coming up and I would like to take him to dinner, to thank him for all he’s done for
me, the thing is I’m not familiar with restaurants. I have no idea where to take him, I
know some chip shops, but that wouldn’t do for such an occasion. You are a woman
of the world, and I was wondering if you could advise me where to take him, a place
he would like?”
“Oh, he’s got his birthday coming up? We’ve got to throw him a party then.”
“No, no, absolutely not, he doesn’t want anyone to know, and he doesn’t want any
party or fuss, I urge you to keep it a secret, please!”
“Oh is it that difficult for him, why is he turning 50?”
“No, it’s worse, at least in his books, he’s turning 60, practically over the hill as far as
he’s concerned, so you can imagine he wants this to go by without anyone knowing.”
“I see, but after what he did the other day for me, I would like to do something for
him as well. Let me think…mmh, I know you are just starting out as a model, so I
guess that you’re still struggling financially. You shared your secret with me and I
can’t do anything with it, but I very much want to do something for him as well. Why
don’t we combine forces, I’ll keep the secret, you invite him to dinner I’ll join you and
I’ll foot the bill. Could that work for you, having me join the dinner party?”
“Uh, I guess that could work, provided you swear on the grave of whoever is dear to
you to keep the secret.”
“Deal, I’ll keep my mouth shut and we take him together to the Deer Hunter.”
“The Deer Hunter?”
“Yes that’s the best restaurant in the neighborhood and I happen to know that Lew
likes it very much. It’s the place he took me to when he wanted to impress me and
talk me into helping your career. It was very nice, especially the after-party.”
“The after-party? Bethany, are you keeping secrets from me?”
“Uh not really, we had a nice cup of coffee after dinner in my place.”
“Cup of coffee hey, I can imagine that a cup was part of it, but not with coffee, am I
right? Please do tell.”
“We had a nice evening…and night together yes, oh god that man made me feel like
a desirable woman again. For you youngsters it’s easy to snare a man, even an older
one but for the likes of me, they’re not exactly lining up you know, so it’s not so
strange I want to thank him too. But I don’t kiss and tell, so you’ll have to rely on
your imagination on what happened.”
“I wasn’t looking for details Beth, I’m glad he gave you your confidence back.”
“Unfortunately, I was a bit too eager to get back in the game, and then Lew had to
bail me out.”
“You have quite a history with him don’t you, did he have to bail you out of prison?”
“No, no I committed no crime, but my date was another matter Shortly after we left
to go to dinner, he stopped somewhere along the way in a quiet lane and tried to
rape me. Fortunately, I managed to escape and ended up on Lew’s doorstep,
completely in a panic and with my clothes torn. That night Lew took care of me,
comforted me and we ended up making sweet, tender love.”
“Wow, that’s quite a story; maybe you should marry him.”
“No I don’t think Lew is the marrying kind, he’s been a bachelor all his life. I don’t
think he will change, besides I wouldn’t want him to, I’d deprive him of having young
women like yourself to keep him young as well.”
“I guess you’re right Beth, he’s better off on his own so he can take care of the
elderly ladies of the village with the occasional young thing.”
“Excuse me, but I don’t think I qualify as elderly!”
“Oh I’m sorry, age seems to be a big problem here, so Lew is not that different from
you then when it comes to age?”
“Behave yourself young lady, or I’ll take him to dinner all by myself!” Bethany said
with a chuckle.
“I will ma’am, but now for the more practical, when shall we organize it? I think he
prefers Saturdays or Sundays, so he can have his beauty sleep afterwards.”
“Let me make a call to see when they have a table available.”
A few minutes later, Bethany reported that everything was settled, a table for 3 was
booked for Saturday at 7 pm. They agreed that Bethany would invite Lew later that
day. Linda was rather pleased with herself for handling this mission so well. It was
clear Bethany had no idea whatsoever she was being manipulated. She immediately
reported back to Lew, telling him to expect a call from Bethany with the invitation.
“Hello Lew, I heard that you have a special day coming up, and I would like to invite
you to celebrate that day with me in the Deer hunter.”
“Oh my god, who told you? Isn’t it possible to keep any secrets in this village?”
“Doesn’t look that way, but rest assured your secret is safe with me, I won’t breath a
word to anyone provided you accept my invitation.”
“Are you blackmailing me?”
“No, no nothing of the sort, I just want to thank you again for comforting me after
that terrible ordeal I had gone through the other day, and what better reason than
your upcoming special day.”
“You can call it my birthday Bethany, we both know what we are talking about here,
so what did you have in mind?”
“I booked a table for next Sunday at 7 pm in the Deer Hunter, would that be OK for
you?”
“I guess it will have to be, thanks for the invite, you know how to entice a man don’t
you, well at least with one of the two things men like.”
“What would that be?”
“You don’t know the method? It’s so easy to seduce a man: bring food and come
naked. So you’ve got the first part already covered, and who knows the rest may
come later in the evening?”
“You naughty boy! Yes, who knows what else the evening might bring. So is it OK,
can you pick me up at, say, 6:45 maybe?”
“OK Bethany, I’ll pick you up at 6:45, I guess the dress code is formal?”
“Absolutely, I want to dazzle you with a new dress I bought, see you Sunday then.”

Sunday evening I picked up Bethany at the agreed time. Of course, acting duly
surprised when she showed up together with Linda, who gave me a wink. Both
looked stunning, Linda wore an off-shoulder cocktail dress in mint green, the lower
part wide and very short, showing off her beautiful legs, her feet encased in 5-inch
fuck me heels. Bethany looked ravishing, also in a cocktail dress in royal blue,
covering her shoulders, but with a plunging neckline drawing my attention to her
ample cleavage, her big boobs nicely pushed against the dress which ended just
above her knees with her feet also encased in 4-inch, eat more pussy, heels. I felt
like a king, or maybe a sultan with the better part of his harem? When we walked
into the Deer Hunter, all eyes focused on us. In this town, that lived for gossip, we
would be the ones on everybody’s lips for the next weeks. As could have been
expected, the food was superb, we gave the chef free reign, and he didn’t let us
down, surprising us with some daring combinations, one of them was cod with sour
cherries. Later, when he came to the table to find out if we liked what he’d done, he
confided that he had learned about this unusual cod/cherry combination in Finland,
from a top female chef over there. Being the designated driver, I refrained from too
much alcohol, having a mocktail while the ladies had Champagne. I had one small
glass of wine while both Linda and I urged Bethany to enjoy the Riesling I had
selected. After dinner I suggested having a ‘pousse-café’ at my place - the ladies
agreed. Linda knew what was about to happen and Bethany hoped something like
that would happen, so both of them were rather anxious to get there.
“So ladies, coffee and cognac, is that acceptable or do you prefer Irish coffee, or one
of my favorites, Baileys on ice?”
“Oh Baileys on ice please!” they said, almost in unison.
“Excellent, Baileys on ice it is.”
Linda and I had arranged that Bethany sat between us on the sofa. I put my arm
around her shoulders, slightly tickling her neck with my fingers, sending tiny electric
shocks straight to her pussy, Linda had put a hand on her knee, not doing anything
but only the fact that it was there enticed a small moan from Bethany’s lips. Bowing
towards her, I put a tentative kiss on her lips, distracting her from Linda’s hand
creeping up her leg and thigh. I pushed her away from the back of the sofa, so I
could get to the zipper of her dress, sliding it slowly down. When it was about
halfway, I slid my hand inside the dress, caressing her naked back. I knew she was
wearing one by the way her boobs looked in the dress: it was a push-up. I pulled her
dress sideways off her shoulder, all the time dancing a tongue tango together in her
and my mouth. A slight shiver went through her as Linda let go of her thigh. I looked
at Linda and she mouthed ‘wet’, she’d ventured all the way up Bethany’s leg to her
panties. Linda got up, looking at Bethany, her hand went behind her back, pulling
down the zipper of her cocktail dress. When it was down, nothing much was holding
it up anymore making it fall to the ground and ending in a puddle around her feet.
Linda looked extremely sexy, her arms in the air, swaying to the music that played in
the background. Her boobs pushed forward, totally on display now, and her still
hairless pussy was barely covered by a tiny triangle of transparent material. She
definitely had my cock’s attention. I gave Bethany a nudge to get up out of the sofa
which resulted in her dress following the example of Linda’s, falling to the floor, and
puddling around her feet. I had a first-row view of her enticing butt encased in
panties matching her bra. I couldn’t help myself, and grabbed the elastic of her
panties, pulling them down.
Linda had, in the meantime, taken over the tongue play, allowing me to concentrate
fully on Bethany’s enticing, now bare, bum. Sliding my hands from her hips forward
to her abdomen I pulled her toward me while I placed numerous little kisses on her
cheeks. My hands had moved down, over her pussy, just making tickling movements
with my fingers, while Linda’s hands had moved to her back, swiftly unclasping her
bra for me so I avoided that most difficult task, for a man, once undone, I helped by
pushing the straps forward over her shoulders, getting her completely naked. As
usual, I was still fully dressed, while the ladies were already completely nude if you
disregard Linda’s tiny transparent G-string.
Getting up I said, “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom ladies?” Without really waiting
for an answer, I put an arm around each of their waists and pulled them in the
direction of the bedroom. They followed without protest.
Once arrived, Bethany noticed my attire. “Hey you’re still fully clothed, we can’t have
any of that can we Linda?”
“No, we certainly can’t.” Both of them attacked me, undoing my tie, unbuttoning my
shirt and trousers removing everything in record time. I held on to the tie.
“Bethany, how would you feel about letting me take full control over your gorgeous
body?”
“My body’s completely yours, take me to heaven,” Bethany replied in a slurred voice.
The alcohol was clearly showing its effect. Excellent I thought, the plan is working.
“For you to enjoy what I’m about to make you experience Bethany, I need to restrict
some of your senses, please don’t be alarmed.”
“That’s OK Lew, I trust you completely.”
I put the tie, I was still holding in my hand, over her eyes.
“Oh, the light went out,” she said, giggling and slightly unsteady on her legs. “Must I
go to sleep?”
“No, no Beth, just go with the flow, lie down on the bed.” Bethany let herself drop
backward on the bed with her arms spread, the lower part of her legs still over the
edge.
“Move up!” I said, which she immediately did. Now completely on the bed, I
proceeded to restrain first her legs, with a soft cuff on each ankle and some rope I
had at the ready. I spread them wide and then did the same with her arms, leaving
her nicely spread-eagled on the bed, with little possibility to move. She was now
totally in our power. To increase her level of arousal, I proceeded to tickle the inside
of her thighs, while Linda did the same to her arms, slowly approaching her boobs,
but going past them towards her abdomen. I had a similar tactic on her legs and
thighs, going all the way up to her pussy, just running one finger along the valley
between her thigh and pussy. Moving her pelvis, she tried to get me to touch her slit,
but I avoided the trap and went down her thigh again, enticing a disgruntled moan
from her lips. Linda was doing just the same to her upper body, sliding one finger
through the valley of her tits and back around the underside, drawing a circle around
them, but staying far away from the nipples. Bethany began squirming and laughing
with all the tickling going on all over her body.
“Please stop teasing me! Fuck me or finger me, but just make me cum!”
Both Linda and I were keeping quiet but we moved our hands and fingers closer to
her more sensitive spots. I began sliding my finger over her snatch, but stayed away
from her clit, Linda drew closer to her areolae, causing her nipples to harden, but
stayed away from the tender nubs resulting in more squirming and increased
moaning. Time to bring her to the brink of what could be the first orgasm. I carefully
placed a kiss on her pussy, while Linda kissed her nipps and gave them a lick. Then,
with a glance at each other, both of us got to work on our helpless Bethany. After the
kiss she pushed her pelvis forward, sort of obliging me to start licking the outside of
her pussy lips from the bottom to the hood over her clit, then circling my tongue over
the hood before placing my thumbs on either side and sliding it back, exposing her
erect clit fully to my agile tongue. When it was well wet, I sucked it hard into my
mouth. Bethany jumped at the sudden move, then responded with muffled whimpers
of pleasure erupting from her mouth. The muffling was thanks to Linda, who had her
tongue stuck deep into it while mauling her tits with both hands, and pinching her
nipples. When Linda moved her mouth back to Bethany’s nipps, sucking and biting
them she released shrieks and squeals giving indications of her impending orgasm.
This was our cue to stop what we were doing. Linda let go of her tits and I moved
away from her cunt, leaving her high and dry.
“No, no continue, please I was just on the verge, don’t stop!”
We moved away from the bed, Bethany had no idea what was happening, she saw
nothing and she heard nothing either.
“Where are you? Don’t leave me, I want to cum, I deserve to cum, I need to cum,
Lew fuck me, pleeeaaaase fuck me!”
“Stop whining woman, or I’ll have to punish you!”
“Punish me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes you did Bethany, you made promises and you didn’t follow through.”
“Promises? I always follow through on my promises.”
“Are you sure, think hard, the promise you made me weeks ago, and I’m still waiting
for a positive answer?”
“I don’t remember making you any promises.”
“You promised both me and Linda you’d think about something.”
“I don’t know, please, Lew…Linda don’t torture me anymore. What did I promise? I
don’t remember anymore.”
“Something about paintings.”
“Paintings? Which paintings?”
“Your paintings, silly woman, the ones you have in your apartment.”
“You mean my paintings?”
“Yes, your paintings, and what did you promise?”
“I don’t remember, do you want any of them?”
“I want all of them.”
“You can’t have all of them.”
“Yes, I can, for an exhibition in my photo studio.”
“Oh my god, I completely forgot about that. Yes you are right I told both of you I’d
think about it.”
“Well have you?”
“Yes and I don’t think they're good enough.”
“We think they are and as long as you don’t agree, we propose to keep on
tormenting you without letting you cum.”
That said, I ferociously attacked her cunt again while Linda resumed torturing her
nipps with tongue and mouth. To increase the pressure, I slid a finger into her
sopping hole, stimulating her, in a come hither motion, on the sensitive nerves at the
top, the G-spot, while sucking and licking her little nubbin, drawing more blood into
it, making it super sensitive. After introducing a second finger I felt her squeeze them
with her pussy muscles combined with a very high-pitched vocal exultation of
pleasure. She arched her back, her breathing increasing, as she inched, or rather
rushed, to orgasm again. Keeping true to our promise, we both stopped again and
moved away from the bed.
‘No! NO! Don’t stop this is inhumane! This is pure torture, I hate you, I HATE YOU!”
“You know what to do Beth!”
“Release me immediately! I’ll sue you!”
“I’m afraid you’re not going to find a judge who is going to believe you, let alone
convict us for torture. Just give in and we’ll give you the best orgasm you have had in
months, you won’t regret it, you’ll thank us when your exhibition turns out to be a
huge success.
“No, they're not good enough, it’s just some amateur work, don’t embarrass me
please!”
“It’s not amateur work, and you know it; we both think your paintings are fantastic,
and we want you to share them with the world. We also want to give you a fantastic
time, if you’ll only let us. Give in, just say yes Beth, say yes, we’ll do all the work, the
exhibition room is for free and I’m sure Tanja will help you as well. She saw your
paintings too and she confided in me she would like you to make some for the cellar,
she even asked me to take some specific pictures for you to turn them into paintings,
for permanent exhibition in the club.”
Linda wanted to put in her two bits as well and said, “Beth, we love you and we want
the best for you. Not only that, we would love to give you a tremendous orgasm on
top, in fact, it’s killing me to keep stopping – almost as bad as it’s driving you mad!
Please let us do this for you, let us organize an exhibition and take you to orgasm
heaven.”
“OK, OK, but only if you give me an orgasm right this minute!”
That was all we needed, I released Bethany immediately, took her blindfold away,
and invited her to straddle me, but not before Linda had sucked my dick to a full-
blown raging hardon, which only took 10 seconds. She held my cock upright until
Bethany had maneuvered her pussy right above it and impaled herself riding me like
a professional amazon. We had another surprise for her though. Linda had moved
away, behind Bethany and donned the double strap-on dildo we had used on Petra.
When she was ready she signaled me with her hand, mouthing ‘ready when you are’.
I put my arms around Bethany’s back and pulled her closer to my chest, thus bringing
her bum up in the air, and making her brown star fully available for an assault by
Linda. The latter began fondling Bethany’s buttocks slightly pulling them open while
running a glob of lubricant into the hole. The strap-on black cock was encased in a
condom and very well lubricated. She placed it at the entrance of Bethany’s back
door, grabbed her hips, and pushed. As Bethany was completely taken by surprise,
she didn’t have the chance to contract her sphincter and deny entry into her back
passage. She shrieked however not realizing what was happening to her.
“What is this, what’re you doing?”
“Don’t worry, just some light anal play, relax you’re going to love it, Linda knows
exactly what she’s doing.”
“Take it easy Linda, you remember your first time, give Beth a minute to adjust.”
“Yes sir, don’t worry Beth I’ll take it easy, just relax and enjoy the ride.”
“I’m not sure, it hurts, it burns, I can’t think I’m going to like this one bit.”
Linda remained totally still, so did Bethany, as she didn’t dare to move on my cock
anymore for fear of increasing this intrusion into her back passage. The urge to
stimulate her pussy, however, took over and she slowly began to move again,
involuntarily sliding the dildo deeper and deeper into her rectum, till all of a sudden
Linda yelled out. “I’m fully in, shall I now start fucking you, Beth?”
“Beth you just experienced your first DP.”
“DP, what the fuck is DP?”
“Double Penetration dear, two dicks in your body at the same time. How does it
feel?”
“Full, very full, a little weird, but not too bad. Can you continue please?”
Linda started to move first, while Beth tried to follow her rhythm as she began
moaning again, clearly enjoying herself, as did Linda, stimulated by the other end of
the dildo embedded in her own pussy. Soon they were moaning and whimpering in
unison, stimulating each other, getting closer to their individual orgasms. Time was
ripe to give Bethany her reward. To help her over the brink, I wormed a hand in
between our bodies, strumming her clit, while the other grabbed one of her tits,
pinching the nipple. From the sounds emanating from her lips, my moves were well
received. I didn’t have to worry about Linda, as her pleasure nub was being
thoroughly stimulated by the protrusion on the dildo embedded in her hot snatch.
The pleasure noises produced by both women became louder becoming real cries of
ecstasy. It was difficult for me to distinguish between the two as both were on top of
me. My dick was also getting stimulated differently, both by Bethany’s hot pussy and
the dildo in her back passage, which was hitting me regularly via the two thin walls
separating both canals.
I thought I recognized Linda’s shout, at the top of her voice, “Yes, oh god, I’m
cumming, fuck, fuck yes; Beth cum with me!”
Upon which Beth replied, “Yeah me too, finally, yes, this feels soooo good AAAAAH!”
The cries combined with Beth clamping down on my cock with her pussy muscles,
experiencing her orgasm was all it took to throw me into my own blissful orgasmic
state, pumping her cunt full of my hotter than hot cum. After that the whole tower
collapsed on top of me, making it rather difficult for me to breathe. Fortunately, they
came quickly to their senses and rolled off me.
“Are you OK Lew?” Bethany asked sounding rather concerned.
“I’m fine darling, just catching my breath; the question is did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah you bet, you can do all of that to me again any time you like.”
“Do you remember what you agreed to?”
“Yes I do, even if it was obtained under duress I’ll do it, I agreed to an exhibition of
my paintings in your studio. I even remember you telling me something about a
Tanja wanting paintings of mine for permanent exhibition in a club somewhere.”
“Yes in the BDSM club in the cellar.”
“What BDSM club? And where is this? In your cellar?”
“Yes, didn’t you know? I thought the whole village knew by now that the local BDSM
club’s playroom is in my cellar.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, you want to see?”
“By all means, I wouldn’t miss this for the world…Did you know about this cellar,
Linda?”
“Yes Beth, I was even the main attraction during the inauguration ceremony.”
“No way - you practice BDSM?”
“Yes Beth, I do, and I love it, Astrid is my Master.”
“Astrid a Master of BDSM?
“Yes a Master and a sub sometimes, isn’t she Lew?”
“You’re a Master as well Lew?”
“Hell no, well not Astrid’s master anyway, I just played a bit with her and learned
under Tanja’s guidance. I do have a sub, sort of.”
“And who is she?”
“She’s my helper in the shop and studio, Jada.”
Jada as well? Is there one single woman left in this village not involved in this BDSM
stuff?”
“Yes, you!” I said with a chuckle. “OK if you want to visit the cellar I’m afraid you will
have to wait a bit, they’ve got their weekly Saturday night bash. If you care to stay
the night, we will be able to go first thing in the morning, it’ll be empty then, it’s up
to you.”
“I don’t mind, how about you Linda, you want to stay?”
“Definitely, you know I love being all night in your bed, Lew.”
“Great we’ll go tomorrow then, though on one condition: we go like this.”
“What do you mean like this?”
“I mean naked, that’s the best way to visit, we’ll take the inside route, then no one
will see us.
The next morning, after a relatively peaceful night, I took both girls to the cellar.
Bethany’s mouth fell open when she saw all the stuff that was there.
“And you know how all these contraptions work, and what to do?”
“Not all, but I know a few, would you like a demonstration?”
“Uh yes, if it’s not too painful!”
“OK, I’ll demonstrate. Linda, come with me, we’ll try the Saint Andrew’s Cross.”
Linda came with me and I proceeded to attach her with cuffs and chains until she
was fully restrained in a nicely spread-eagled position.
“And now what? Although she couldn’t stop you, you can’t fuck her like this.”
“Very few of these things are designed to let you fuck someone Bethany, they’re
meant for discipline, or to bring a pain-pleasure sensation to an aficionado, I’ll show
you.”
I picked up a flogger and swished it in the air a few times, Bethany looked at me with
fearful eyes.
“Are you going to hit her with that?”
“Yes, why?”
“That must hurt terribly!”
“No, it doesn’t, want to feel?”
“No, no, I’ll just watch thank you.”
I moved closer to Linda, who looked at me with a big smile, even when the tips of
the flogger made contact with her skin. Bearing in mind my lessons, I hit Linda 4
times lightly and the fifth time hard. It resounded in the otherwise completely silent
cellar, drawing a little shriek from her lips. Her smile stayed. To make it more
interesting I took up a second flogger making circles with them alternatively hitting
her body with one and then the other, sometimes 3 or 4 light ones followed by 2 or 3
harder hits. Linda’s skin slowly turned a glowing pink, especially her boobs and
abdomen. After feeling with my hand I decided they’d had enough punishment and
concentrated more on her thighs. Bethany was looking at the display with wide eyes,
her hand in front of her open mouth, not believing what she was witnessing. After 10
minutes, I thought Linda had had enough, for a demonstration anyway.
“Why did you stop Master?” she asked with a big smile, “have I not behaved as you
expect me to?”
“I thought we were only giving a small demonstration.”
“I want more!”
“OK, if you want more, I’ll give you more.”
Going back to the cupboard I retrieved a couple of nipple clamps and applied them to
Linda’s nubs. That led to a high-pitched shriek, shortly followed by another smile on
her face. It was high time to increase the temperature of her pussy. Picking up a
flogger, I began to hit between her wide-spread legs, aiming to get the stinging ends
of the thongs just on her protruding clit, and again alternating light with hard hits.
Now tears began to come to her eyes. Bethany had almost turned into a statue,
whimpering, both hands in front of her wide-open mouth.
“Would you like to try Bethany”
“No, I couldn’t stand the pain.”
“No I mean would you like to flog Linda?”
“God no, I couldn’t hurt her.”
“Don’t worry, she loves it. Would you like Beth to flog you, Linda?”
”Oh yes please Beth, flog me!”
Handing the flogger to Beth she stood there not knowing what to do.
“Go on hit her!”
Beth gave a halfhearted swish with the flogger, barely touching Linda.
“Come on Beth you can do better than that, after all when you apply your wax to a
girls’ pussy that hurts like hell, and here you’re afraid to touch Linda.”
Bethany got a determined look on her face, spread her legs, standing more firmly in
front of Linda, then drew back her arm, and hit, hard this time, drawing a yelp from
Linda’s lips, which was quickly followed by a smile. That was all Bethany needed to
go for it, imitating my movements hitting Linda’s boobs and abdomen hard, every
time. After about 10 lashes I stopped her. Tears were now coming seriously from her
eyes, her mascara in streaks all over her face.
“Now is the time to feel if Linda’s skin is OK Beth, caress her, also feel her pussy, see
if it’s wet, and if it is, slide a finger in, to pleasure her. She’s extra sensitive there
now, you should be able to make her cum in no time at all.”
As soon as Bethany slid a finger in Linda’s cunt, the young slave began to moan,
pushing her mound into Bethany’s hand, demanding her to go harder. After 5 ins and
outs she came, Beth was so pleased she kept going, sliding in a second and third
finger, Linda shouting at the top of her voice kept cumming, proving it by squirting all
over herself and Beth. She created a serious puddle of girl juice on the floor. Bethany
was totally beside herself, looking at me, looking at Linda, not believing what she just
did. I carefully removed the clamps from Linda’s nipples, one by one, softly sucking
on them to reduce the pain of the blood flowing back, then released her from the
cross.
“Oh my god Linda, how is that possible, I had no idea that inflicting pain could result
in such a huge orgasm, I never understood this BDSM stuff and how people could
endure and enjoy it, but now that I’ve seen it I believe it.”
“How about a small demonstration on yourself Bethany?”
“No I don’t think so, I’m far too sensitive to endure this.”
“How do you know if you don’t try? Come on don’t be a wimp it’s less painful than
that Brazilian wax you gave me,” Linda interjected.
“OK but if it hurts too much you promise to stop immediately?”
“Sure, you know me, I don’t like to hurt women,” I reassured her.
“You know what, I will have to restrain you as I don’t want to hit something I don’t
want to hit, I’m only interested in hitting your boobs or bottom.
“I bet you are, you little pervert!”
“I do it with the greatest love in mind Bethany. I really love your tits and butt; I only
want to make them a bit more sensitive. I won’t put you on the cross like Linda, just
stand here and give me your hands, so I can cuff them.
Bethany let me cuff her wrists and then lifted her arms in the air, looking at me with
big eyes. Connecting the cuffs to a rope dangling from one of the winches I had her
arms and body nicely stretched out in no time.
When I lifted my arm with the flogger in hand she moved away as far as she could.
“This isn’t going to work this way. Maybe it’s better if you don’t see what’s coming;
shall I blindfold you, like last night?”
“If you think that will help. OK try it.”
When Beth was blindfolded I picked up the flogger again, swished it in the air, and
lightly touched her butt with the leather thongs. She flinched but didn’t say anything.
Then I touched her boobs with the flogger, again little reaction. Continuing with a
figure 8 movement, I hit her bottom and back 5 times, not too hard, and finished
with a harder swat across her butt, resulting in a surprised shriek.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes.”
Taking her again by surprise, I hit her boobs with the flogger, moving down over her
ribs and abdomen, ending up at her pussy, each area got 5 mild hits and one hard
one. Each time it was harder, she groaned more loudly than with the other swats.
“Stand on your toes and open your legs, I want to see that gorgeous pussy of yours!”
Swatting her thighs, both inside and outside produced more shrieks, until I finally hit
her right in the V of her legs, right on her cunt, first, a light one immediately followed
by a hard hit, directly on her clit. Tears began to run down her cheeks, but she
remained silent. I saw her clenching her teeth. I wondered if she would like to
continue and maybe take it a step further.
“Shall I continue then? Would you care to take it a step further and experience what
nipple clamps feel like?”
“Yes, but please be careful.”
“Good but first let me feel if you’re OK.”
I caressed her butt and back and while tickling her sides moved my hands over her
boobs, giving them a little pinch. Linda had come to me with two clothespins, which
are far less painful than the nipple clamps I applied on her nubs. Taking a nipple
between my fingers and making it nice and hard, I applied the clothespin to it.
“Waw that hurts, take it off please!”
“Bear with me Beth, it will hurt less in a few seconds, once you get used to it.”
“OK, I’ll try.” She said while biting her lower lip.
Proceeding to the other side, I applied the other clothespin too, again resulting in
another yelp, but not so loud this time. I gave her a bit of time to adjust, then gave
them a tap, creating a little shock going straight to her pussy;
“Wow, that’s weird, did you do something with electricity?”
“No that’s just the effect of the nipple clamps on your nervous system. Shall I try
something different?”
“Yes…I don’t know, will it hurt?”
Without saying anything I gave her boobs a swat with the flogger, making the pins
jiggle. She rewarded me with a small cry followed by a giggle. I was on the right
track. Moving around her body, swatting all over, back, butt, abdomen, tits, and
thighs, ending up with a nice hard hit between her legs directly on her snatch,
making her take a small leap. It was now high time to make her feel a bit better.
Picking up a bottle of oil I poured some in the palms of my hands, then rubbed them
together and applied it generously to both of her tits and her abdomen. With another
gulp of the bottle, I proceeded to her back, and butt, sliding between her legs
towards her pussy, ending with a finger inside her love canal, wiggling it about,
enticing some serious moans from her lips.
“Oh that feels good, yes keep going, make me cum.” She whispered.
I handed the flogger to Linda, moved to Beth’s front, and removed one of the
clothespins. The blood rushing back into her nipple made her cry out, though once
she passed the initial shock, I softened the stinging by sucking on it. I gave the other
one the same treatment, then holding onto her hips, I got on my knees and began
eating her out, indicating to Linda to flog her back and boobs. Beth immediately
pushed her pussy into my face, and I obliged by sliding a few fingers into her pussy,
while I continued nibbling on her clit. Mewling whimpers emanated from her lips,
alternating with high-pitched yelps every time she was hit hard with the flogger. Her
body movements, combined with her pussy clamping down on my fingers indicated
that she was well on the way to a body shuddering orgasm. All of a sudden she
tensed completely going into subspace and shouting loud while she orgasmed,
squirting her juices all over my face and upper body. I signed to Linda to stop hitting
her. Catching on immediately, she dropped the flogger and grabbed Beth’s boobs
from behind fondling and squeezing them, flicking the nipples and keeping her
orgasm going just that little bit longer. I got up quickly to support her, as she went
completely soft. Linda helped by untying the rope that held Beth’s hands and arms
up. Luckily for me, Beth was not that heavy, so I could carry her in my arms to one
of the dressing rooms where I lay her down on the bed.
“You stay with her Linda, while I go clean up the mess we made, I don’t want to
antagonize Tanja or make one of the slaves be incriminated for neglect.”
When I returned after 10 minutes, Beth had reopened her eyes and was smiling from
ear to ear.
“That was awesome, although I loved it, I think I’ll keep it with this one-time
experience. It did give me insight into what they are doing and I understand it better
now. It will probably help me with the paintings you seem to think Tanja may ask me
to paint.”
“Shall I tell her you are interested then?”
“Yes, if you would, I’d appreciate that, I don’t know her so well, but from what I
heard and saw, she is a formidable woman.”
“Yes, that she is. OK let’s go upstairs again and get some breakfast, I bet you are
hungry by now, after all that exercise.”
“Yes, we are!” They said almost in unison.
Back upstairs I prepared my famous English breakfast, with lots of bacon, eggs
(scrambled and sunny side up, as I like them), and tomato, not forgetting the best
part, but extremely difficult to get in Belgium, ‘Heinz Baked Beans’, and all that
washed down with a big pot of English Breakfast Tea.
Now, all we needed to figure out was how to get the girls back home as discreetly as
possible. As they couldn’t walk down the street in their beautiful and revealing
cocktail dresses at this time of day, Beth helped by giving me the key to her house to
pick up a pair of jeans and T-shirts for each, which, thanks to her excellent
instructions, only took me 10 minutes. One hour later, they walked out the door after
a nice long threesome shower. I spent the rest of Sunday on my sofa watching some
taped episodes of Playboy’s ‘69 Sexy Things To Do Before You Die’, thinking about
how everybody was going to feel when they found me gone on my birthday.
 Chapter 27
George and Janet’s daughter Dawn.

No rest for the wicked, or that’s how I felt when Sunday evening around 8 the bell
rang. Who would dare to disturb me on my day off, especially after yesterday’s antics
with Lance and Cathy? I saw a beautiful young blonde woman looking into the
camera of my front door video system.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello Lew, I’m Dawn, George and Janet’s daughter, and I was wondering if you
could spare me a minute?”
“Uh, I guess I can, but what’s it about?” I said, not yet ready to give up on my free
Sunday evening.
“It’s about a photoshoot my mom said I should do with you.”
“Oh, that, and you want to talk about that now?”
“Yes please, I’ll be going to college in a few weeks and I won’t be around anymore
but miles away.”
“OK, in that case, do come up.”
I buzzed her in. As she came up the stairs, I had ample opportunity to look her over,
she was stunning. She wore a very vividly colored tube top. It left her shoulders bare,
with elastic at the top and again just below her boobs; no bra straps in sight, and her
blonde hair flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an angel except for the
wings and that tube top. Coming to the top of the stairs, I could see a bare, sun-
bronzed midriff with a pair of tiny white cutoff jeans below, barely 8 inches in length,
and strap-on sandals with 5-inch heels. She extended her hand, which I grabbed,
slightly stunned.
“Come in. So you’ll be leaving town soon and your mom told you to come and see me
before?”
“Yes, she did.”
I invited her to take a seat on the sofa and as she walked in I could see her back,
and what I saw almost made my mouth drop open in surprise. Her long blond hair
flowed all the way down, ending slightly past her bum. ‘Lady Godiva’ was the first
thought that came to mind. When she was seated I asked if she’d like something to
drink.
“Yes please, a white wine would be nice.”
“White wine it is, I’m having red; I’ve got white in the fridge - or would you prefer
bubbly?”
“Oh that’s even better, thank you yes.”
I poured her a glass of champagne and sat down opposite her. Not only did she have
stunning hair and a figure to match, but also had the deepest blue-green eyes I’d
ever seen.
“So what did George and Janet tell you about me?”
“They told me you photographed them in the nude and put them straight about their
fake sex.”
“Wow, that’s a bold statement, you don’t seem to fool around. Do you always go
straight for the jugular? To be honest, I’m really surprised you know about that: they
seemed rather reluctant to speak about their sex life and not very experienced in
such things!”
“That’s right, up until they visited you, talking about sex was strictly taboo at home,
but ever since they came back from their ‘educational’ trip here, we talk of almost
nothing else anymore. Sometimes it’s even embarrassing, I’m not used to it, and I’m
not like them, I’ve known my way around cocks and cunts for several years now.”
“So it seems my advice to give their daughter a proper sex education was right,
except that from what you tell me there was no real need.”
“No, I’m 24 and I lost my virginity at the age of 18 to my French teacher. Except for
that first time I’ve enjoyed a very satisfying sex life ever since, so you can see I really
didn’t need all this talk about sex at home.”
“Yes I see, but what exactly brings you to me then?”
“Well, firstly I would like to experience a nude photoshoot, something I’ve never done
before, and secondly to know what it would be like to have sex with someone more
than twice my age.”
“Uh, excuse me, why do you think I would consider having sex with you?”
“My mom and dad left you high and dry after their antics in your photo studio, so to
thank you for setting them straight and to tick a couple of things off my bucket list, I
thought it would be a good idea to have sex with you.”
“Let me guess, your mom and dad don’t know about this, they think you came here
only for a photoshoot?”
“Well yes they want me to have a nude photoshoot as they had, but they don’t know
about me wanting to have sex with you - god as far as they know I’m still a virgin.”
“That’s all very nice, but why do you think I would want to sacrifice my free evening
to photograph you in the nude and on top have sex with you?”
Dawn got up, standing right in front of me, grabbed the hem of her blouse, and
pulled it over her head showing me gorgeous boobs, as there was no bra in sight
indeed.
“Can you honestly tell me you don’t want to play with these?” She said pointing at
her firm, perky tits which she grabbed with both hands as if pushing them towards
me. Although they were partly hidden by her long blond hair, they looked as if
someone had stuck two small traffic cones on her chest. They had 2½ inch puffy
areolas, crowned by fat nipples, and despite the fact they were virtually the same
color as her areolae they looked stunning. Her act surprised me completely, leaving
me speechless. She solved the problem by straddling my legs, both hands behind my
head, pulling it towards her chest, and wiggling her boobs in my face like a
professional lap dancer.
“Oh yes now suck them, baby, I’d just love for you to suck on my boobs!”
Now honestly I ask you, what would you do if something like that happened to you?
Yes indeed, you’d just open your mouth and start sucking, like you’ve been instructed
to do.
As if on cue she started moaning, pulling me even closer. One of her hands ventured
downwards grabbing my slowly hardening cock through my pants, and leaving
absolutely no doubt in my mind what it was she had on hers. When she’d assured
herself she was getting me aroused, she replaced her hand with her crotch, pushing
and undulating over my cock - which responded as expected, making me harder still.
“OK, where is your bedroom,” she said, getting up and taking my hand in hers.
“Let’s get this show on the road, I want to see what all the fuss was about and how
good you are in the sack.”
“Haven’t I got anything to say about this?”
“No, just take it like a man and fuck me, clear?”
By that time, she had figured out herself where the bedroom was, and dragged me
there, almost throwing me on the bed. While she stood in front of me, she removed
her tiny jeans short. She was prepared for her mission, nothing underneath, she had
come commando. I got an immediate view of her hot pussy, a nicely trimmed blonde
bush, proving she was a real natural blonde, with the remaining curls of pubic hair
slightly obscuring the view of her cunt lips. She immediately remedied my obstructed
view by pulling her pussy lips open with her hands, giving me a now clear view of her
innermost sanctum. Bending at the waist, she began to open my trousers and slide
them off, quickly followed by my boxers. My dick sprang to attention saluting her
beauty.
“Can you please remove your shirt? I want you in the same suit as me, your one and
only birthday suit.” I quickly obliged and lay back again. She got on the bed on one
knee, her hands next to my hips, then slowly crawled on the bed like a cat in heat.
She kept going until her pussy was nicely positioned over my mouth with her hands
cupping her tits, massaging them she looked straight into my eyes. I didn’t move,
wondering what would happen now.
“What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? It won’t bite you, it tastes divine I
can assure you, try it!”
Never in my life had I been ordered around like that by a woman. I was so surprised
I automatically started to lick her pussy lips, trying to first find the valley between the
top of her thigh and the outer lips, her blonde curls tickled my tongue and nose. She
was right about the taste though, it was sublime, tangy but with a sweet undertone,
enticing me to suck full force on her lips, drawing more of her juice onto my taste
buds. The noises she was making confirmed I was doing the right thing. High time to
find her little orgasm trigger, it was hiding under its hood, but under my attack it
quickly found its way out, growing by the second. Once I got started on it, gasps
emanated from her mouth accompanied by increased breathing, which in turn led to
her pulling in her stomach, creating an extremely sexy hollow space around her
navel. I love it when a woman pulls in her stomach hard when climbing towards an
orgasm. It shows off the ribcage and tits very nicely.
“Oh yes, that’s exactly what I need, my mom was right, you are a pro, you know
exactly how to pleasure a woman with your mouth, keep going.”
I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them open, my fingers sneaking towards her
rosebud and perineum. The latter was already well lubricated by the combined juices
of her pussy and my saliva, making it easy to spread the lube over her little star,
facilitating the entry of an adventurous finger into her back passage. A little push on
her sphincter allowed me access; sliding in up to the first knuckle resulted in a high-
pitched yelp, combined with mousy little squeaks. There was no doubt anymore in my
mind she liked ass play, so without any further invitation, I slid my finger in to the
second knuckle and added a second. Whimpers of pleasure erupted from her lips,
and a firm push forward of her pussy, combined with her grabbing my head and
pulling it towards her, almost suffocated me.
When I started to think that my final dream of dying between a beautiful woman’s
thighs was about to come true, she released my head, arching her back, her arms in
the air while orgasming very loudly, allowing me to take a well-earned gulp of air.
“Yes! Ooooh yes! Fuck! Fuck! Cuuuuuming! Oh god YES, YES, AAAAAH!”
Dawn fell on my chest, totally satisfied, recovering from her orgasm. While I’m
normally Mr. Nice-Guy, I thought it was about time I showed this lady the dominant
side of my character. Now it was my turn to boss her around. I rolled her off me,
grabbed her ankles, and bent her double, with her ankles around her ears, giving me
total access to her well-lubricated cunt.
“Hold your ankles, I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you hard baby.”
I positioned my cock in front of her blonde well-lubricated snatch with my hand and
pushed, bottoming out in one single thrust. Holding on to her thighs I began fucking
hard - 5, 10 minutes going like a steam engine. The longer I pumped into her the
bigger her eyes became. After another 5 minutes, I pulled completely out. Looking at
her I said, “On your knees bitch, I want to fuck you doggy style.”
“Yes,” she whispered, slightly out of breath, but complying immediately, presenting
her enticing behind to me. She even held her pussy wide open with both hands,
inviting me to start pounding her again, an invitation I was only too pleased to
accept. After 10 minutes of hard fucking, I decided the time was ripe to invade her
back passage. Her reaction to my fingering her butt hole quickly indicated she loved
anal, and without her even realizing what was happening to her, I’d pulled out of her
hot cunt, spit on her rosebud, and shoved my steel rod down her ass hole, my balls
hitting her clit every time I bottomed out. After another 10 minutes, I felt her tight
ass as it started contracting on my cock.
“Oh god I’m cumming again, this feels soo good, I love it, I love it, yes keep going,
make me cum! AAAAAAAAAH cuuuuuming”
She did, but I wasn’t done with her yet, she still had one fuck place I hadn’t sampled.
Before she came fully back down to earth, still panting, I turned her around, and
straddled her, moving up, my dick in the valley between her pointy tits.
“Press them together, I want a titty fuck, I want your beautiful tits wrapped around
my dick while I fuck them.”
She was as good at following orders as she was at giving them, pressing her boobs
against my cock. They felt soft and warm, enveloping my shaft; I immediately started
fucking them. Every time my cock came out at the top, she tried to give it a lick with
her tongue. This girl wants to suck my dick, excellent, I’ll oblige when I’m done with
her tits, I thought.
I pulled her hands away from her fun bags, shoving my cock in her mouth, and from
the look on her face, she loved it, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks in the process.
“You like the taste of your own ass then?”
“Mmmmhh II loooee iiiieee,” was all she could say, my cock buried deep in her
throat.” I guess wat she meant was that she loved it.
When I pulled out to allow her to breathe, she looked at me with wide demanding
but nervous eyes. My leg muscles and back were starting to complain, so high time to
let her take a more active role.
“Get up babe, I want you to do some of the work now, so ride my cock cowgirl style.”
Following orders, she moved off the bed so I could make myself comfortable on my
back. She climbed on top of me almost shoving her ass in my face, obviously going
for a reverse cowgirl position.
“No, no, the other way around, I want to look at your face when you cum and I want
to play with your tits while you ride me.”
She turned around to face me, grabbing my cock while taking up a position right over
it. Holding it still she lowered herself, sliding her hot juicy cunt over my pole. This felt
even better than her mouth, with no risk from her teeth. I just loved her tits, I’d
never had sex with a woman with conical tits adorned with big puffy nipples. She
noticed I was fascinated by them, and bending forward brought one toward my
mouth to suck on. Irresistible, but if I was to keep the upper hand here, I needed to
react differently. It hit me that we hadn’t gotten to the first part of her mission yet,
so I grabbed her under her arms removing her from my cock. She looked very
surprised.
“What are you doing? I want to cum and I want you to cum.”
“We need to take some photos, that was your initial reason to come here. You’ll have
to wait for your orgasm pretty girl. Let’s go down and get the pictures; if you’re very
good, I may let you cum later.”
I grabbed her hand and led her firmly towards the stairs down to the studio. She was
a bit reluctant at first but changed her mind halfway down the stairs.
“OK, you win, I completely forgot, especially after two impressive orgasms and being
on my way to a third, but I suppose you are right, we need to take those pictures if
only for my mom’s sake. It would look weird if I couldn’t show photos; she’d probably
ask me what I’ve been doing here with you. Don’t we need clothes first?”
“I don’t see why, you came for nude pictures didn’t you?”
“Uh yes…you’re probably right, who needs clothes?”
“Are you flexible?”
“What do you mean by flexible?”
“I’m not asking if you are a contortionist, but can you bend your body in different
ways, can you do the splits?”
“Yes I can, I used to be a cheerleader at school, so I hope I can still do some of the
moves, let me try.”
The first thing she tried was the splits. That went very well. With her arms in the air,
she looked very enticing, bringing out her boobs. I asked her to move her upper body
sideways, so her boobs were in profile. They stuck out like a couple of traffic cones.
Getting up she tried, successfully, to make a reverse bridge, this again showed her
lithe body off very nicely, again with her boobs as the star attraction, but with her
legs slightly opened her pussy was also a sight for sore eyes. Because of her position,
her lips were slightly pulled open, still very wet from her orgasms. She was not as
flexible as Linda, but I had a ball taking pictures of this beautiful girl during the next
half hour.
“It’s a pity, we can’t take pictures outside, I would love to take you to one of the local
stables and photograph you naked on horseback.”
“You mean like Lady Godiva?”
“That’s exactly what I mean, would you be up for something like that? We could go
on a ride together and then find somewhere in the woods where there is little risk of
being seen, especially on a Monday morning.”
“I’m certainly up for that. It’s something I’ve imagined doing for many years, ever
since my hair has become this long.”
“Are you free tomorrow?”
“Yes, it’s still a few weeks before I have to go to college.”
“Fine, tomorrow is one of my off days and apparently, the weather is going to be
good. So shall I book two horses? Uh…you do ride don’t you?”
“Don’t worry I’ve been riding since I was 8, it was my main hobby for many years.”
“Excellent, it’s a date, I’ll text you what time. Let’s wrap up here so you can go home.
“Fine, but I’m still waiting for the orgasm you stole when you made me come down
here to pose. I’m not leaving until you make me cum again.”
“OK stop whining I’ll make you cum, I’ll make you cum hard!”
I took her to one of the dressing rooms, or should I be saying fuck rooms, because
they now seem to be used more for fucking than for dressing. Resuming my
somewhat unaccustomed dominant role, I made her lay back and lift her legs above
her shoulders, pulling her ankles back and apart. Watching her pussy lips spread
wide, my cock stiffened immediately again, and I plunged it into her wet hole. After
15 minutes of hard fucking, her long-withheld orgasm exploded, and I came together
with her. “She got three orgasms for one of mine I was still going strong, I thought.”
Before leaving, I reminded her of our date the next day and asked if she could make
her own way there. “No problem” she replied, after which she took her leave.
The next morning at 10, she was already waiting for me when I arrived at the local
stables.
“I know which horses we can take and already got the saddles, headgear, and some
brushes so we can prepare them immediately.”
I was impressed, not many young people took the time to brush and clean up the
horse before riding it. I was always very annoyed when I saw people taking horses
out to ride dirty, and then when they came back to dump them in the stable with the
saddle still on and the cinch still tightened to go drinking at the bar. Clearly, Dawn
was not one of them: concerned for the well-being of the horse she was going to
ride. Once saddled, we took off. I knew a few very quiet areas in the military sector I
always went riding in.
After riding for 15 minutes, part trot, part gallop, we arrived at a small clearing,
perfect for our task. I stopped and attached my horse to some bushes, close to a
patch of juicy grass. Dawn dismounted as well and began removing her saddle. We
had agreed she would try to ride bareback, with just a rope around the horse's neck,
after all, that’s what Lady Godiva did, didn’t she? I took the rope, while she
undressed. That done, I made a step with my hands for her to mount the horse.
“I presume this is the first time you’ve sat on a horse without a saddle?”
“No not really, when I started riding the first lessons were also bareback, so as to
better get the feel of the horse; it’s the first time I’ve done it naked though.”
“How does it feel? Does it tickle your pussy?”
“Strange, but nice; I expected it to feel rougher, but it feels nice, a bit arousing even,
not only my pussy against his back but the whole feeling of being naked on
horseback outdoors. I’ve never done that before either.”
“You never had sex outdoors?”
“No. Hey, maybe that’s another thing I could tick off my list today?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves! We need to get these photos taken: please drape
your hair all over your front.”
“You want me to hide my boobs?”
“Seeing their shape, that will be rather difficult, they’re rather pointy, beautiful, and
pointy, so my guess is the nipples will peep through.”
“Don’t you like them?”
“I love them, they’re stunning, and because of their light color, they won’t be too
prominent. Just slowly ride in a circle please, so I can take photos from all sides. That
will also create the illusion you are riding. Maybe go back a bit between the trees and
come riding out towards me.”
It took a while to get all the photos I wanted. First I had her sit astride the horse, her
pussy pressed against the horse’s back, which got her quite aroused. I could clearly
see her pussy getting very moist, even dripping her honey all over the horse’s back.
Discussing it with her we concluded that Lady Godiva would probably not ride a horse
the way she was doing now, like a cowboy, but rather side-saddle, with both legs
together on the same side of the horse, as the ladies used to do on special women's
saddles.
But riding bareback was rather tricky: she had difficulty keeping her balance and not
sliding off of the horse's back, at first it made her undulate her body in the most
enticing manner, but when she held on to its mane, it became a bit easier. This
position was of course less stimulating for her lady bits, but she enjoyed it
nevertheless, agreeing this was more in line with the Lady Godiva theme we were
aiming for. It also gave me an excellent angle to get the horse full in the picture with
her boobs nicely on display and a lovely view up between her thighs. So finally after
half an hour, I had taken all the photos I could possibly take, so I told her I was done
with the camera and asked her if she ever had sex on a horse.
“NO, why do you want to join me up here and fuck me?”
“That would be too strenuous for the horse and technically extremely difficult. I’ve
got something in mind I once read in an erotic novel. You stay on the horse but sit
sideways, now lean back, keep your butt on the horse's back, stretch out your arms
and open your legs wide to keep your balance. Don’t be afraid, you won’t fall off, I’ll
make sure of that.”
After trying up the horse, so it stayed in one place, I moved between her legs,
holding her hips while she was positioned as if making a reverse bridge, basically
what she’d done the day before in the studio, but now her back was supported by a
horse instead of stranding on her hands and feet. Before eating her out I feasted my
eyes on her enticing, already moist, pussy, slightly hidden by the cute little blonde
curls surrounding it. As soon as I began my licking and sucking, moving my hands on
her tits to keep her steady, she began to moan.
“This is amazing, feeling the wind and warmth of the sun on my abdomen and boobs,
the horse’s hot and sweaty coat against my back and butt, and you eating my pussy,
I think I’ll cum very quickly.”
Indeed, it didn’t take very long before I heard her breathing increase, her body
starting to shiver, partly by my stimulation and from the weird, slightly strained
position she was in, and emitting mousy little squeaks.
“Ooooh this is marvelous, I feel sooo hot, Oooh yes make me cum, yes, yes it’s here,
I’m cuuuuuming!”
The horse got slightly nervous from Dawn’s position and her cries but I was able to
calm it by patting it with my left hand against its head. Dawn grabbed my other
hand, sitting upright on the horse’s back, before sliding off, straight into my arms,
still shivering and shaking and still orgasming. I sat down on the grass, taking her
with me. Her orgasm finally came to an end as she lay on top of me. After a few
seconds, she lifted her head looking straight into my eyes, a big smile on her face.
“God that was unbelievable, I’ve never experienced such an orgasm before, the
feeling of the horse under me combined with your masterful pussy eating, the fear of
falling off, especially when the horse panicked a bit because of the noise I made.”
“Yes, I felt your pussy clamp on my tongue when that happened. So you enjoyed my
experiment then?”
“Absolutely and now I want to suck your dick!”
She slid down, pulling at my pants to get them off but I stopped her.
“Let me get a blanket, that will be far more comfortable, and we will run less risk of
being eaten alive by ants. I have one attached to the saddle.”
I got up, removed the blanket from the saddle, and spread it out on the grass, the
horses stood side by side, nibbling at the grass, looking content. I removed my
trousers and boxers and lay down again, Dawn crawling over me, taking my cock
between her soft lips, sucking it in, and hollowing her cheeks. She was good at giving
head - I had to concentrate to keep from cumming, especially after the arousing play
with her spread wide open, completely vulnerable, on the horse's back.
After a short while, I pulled her up so she could ride me like she did the horse before.
It was amazing to have a live Lady Godiva ride me, so in the end, it didn’t take me
very long to fill her juicy pussy with a nice load of hot cum. We lay there for another
10 minutes, soaking up the sun before we got dressed again. After re-saddling
Dawn’s horse, we rode back to the stables, enjoying another nice gallop over a wide
grassy field, bringing the horses back to a trot and step on the final stretch so they
could cool down. Back at the stables, we unsaddled them and gave them an apple, a
carrot, and even a Polo mint which they absolutely adore.
“Let’s get a drink before we go home, what would you like? I’ll have a beer.”
“I’ll have a white wine, thank you.”
“So what did you tell your parents this time?”
“I told them I was going horseback riding with you, not on you though, I don’t think
they would be very happy if they knew, although they surprise me regularly these
days. Only yesterday, they were telling me they would like to visit a BDSM club in the
village. They also said you knew everything about it, do you?”
“Yes I do, but I never thought they would be interested in the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, it refers to the BDSM lifestyle, with Masters and Subs or sex slaves.”
“Wow, you do know a lot about this stuff, do tell me more, how is it that you know so
much about it?”
“Hmmm, how shall I put this? There is a BDSM club in my cellar.”
“WHAT? A BDSM club in your cellar? How is that possible?”
“There is a cellar under the studio, the same size as the studio, and I lease it to the
local BDSM society.”
“Oh I see, I was afraid you ran a BDSM club.”
“No I’m just their landlord and designated photographer, that’s all. Well if your
parents are interested, they should contact Tanja, the president of the club, or just
come to one of the ‘open house’ evenings, every first Saturday of the month. You can
tell them unless you fear they might suspect from whom you got this information.”
“Don’t worry I’ll be careful how I tell them. I’m sorry but I need to go now or I’ll be
late for my meeting with my friends. I would like to do this again, I mean the riding, I
have no one else I can ride with, and riding alone is no fun at all.”
“OK if and when you want to, let me know and if I can I’ll be happy to ride with you.
Not ride you, of course, that was a one-time experience, something that you can now
tick off of your list.”
The future will tell me how wrong I was in presuming this was only going to be a one
time occurrence.
“So see you around Dawn, it was great fun. Let me know how you want to proceed
with the photos, where to send them, or pick them up.”
“Yeah see you around, bye for now.”
And off she went, hopefully to a fun-filled afternoon with her friends.
 Chapter 28
Lori and Mel

Tuesday morning and I was busy sorting out photobooks I had received from the
printers when the shop doorbell rang: a couple I’d never seen before walked in. She
was good-looking, while he gave the impression of being from some southern
European country, Italy or Spain maybe?
As usual, I greeted them in my local language, “Goede morgen.” They looked
puzzled.
“Good morning,” they replied.
Immediately recognizing the accent I said, “Oh, you’re American.”
“Yes we are, how did you guess?”
“Mainly the accent, I can spot an American accent a mile off, I worked for an
American multinational for many years, so I can spot the difference between
American, English, Australian, and some other Australasian variants.”
“Excellent, and yes we’re Americans. Are you Lew, the guy that took this photo?” the
woman said while holding up a print of a photo of Nancy with her baby Emilia, the
ones that were sold to the agency some months ago.
“Yes indeed I took that photo, are you looking for the young mother?”
“No, it’s you we’re looking for, the photographer.”
“I see, and you came all the way from the States to find me?”
“No, not really, we are on one of these Europe tours for the moment and as it’s
Tuesday we are in Belgium, funny enough but exactly like in the 1969 comedy, ‘If it’s
Tuesday, this must be Belgium’ so we took the opportunity to come and find you. We
had already seen the Belgian sights during our stay in The Netherlands in the
seventies so we skipped the guided tour. We were intrigued by the way you
portrayed them, it’s so beautiful, and yet it’s also erotic in a way, the woman, a very
pretty one at that, combined with the result of what was probably a passionate night
with her lover held so tenderly in her arms.”
“Wow, I never thought about it in this way, but yes your observation makes sense.
When you look at it from that perspective, I can follow your reasoning.”
“You see Lew, I’m an amateur photographer myself, I’ve taken lots of pictures of my
wife Lori, and…my apologies for not introducing us before, I’m Mel by the way. As I
was saying, I’ve taken lots of pictures of my wife in the nude, but I was never able to
capture her in this erotic and yet also non-erotic way. If you want to see some of the
photos, you can just surf to XHamster and you’ll find them.”
“I’ll certainly take a look at them. I too started as an amateur photographer so I’m
most interested to see your work, and it seems like you I too was drawn to the most
beautiful thing in the world, the naked female body. I took my first pictures of a nude
woman more than thirty years ago when I met a gorgeous Italian girl during a
business trip to Rome. And then upon retiring I decided to go pro and bought the
shop and built the studio.”
“Meeting you was one of the reasons we’re here, the other one is to ask you if you
would be willing to photograph my wife, giving it that professional touch you seem to
master so well. It may be too much to ask, but as we are only here for the day, could
you perhaps do this today? If right now is not convenient, we are staying the night in
a hotel not too far away, so we have until tomorrow morning if need be.”
“Let me see, as you’ve come from so far, I can hardly send you packing without
trying to help you fulfill a wish that seems so dear to you. Could you come back at 5?
I can close the shop an hour early and take the pictures you would like. We can even
have a bite to eat afterward if it’s not too late for you. I know from my working days,
Americans love our Belgian cuisine, the ex-pats usually put on a few extra pounds by
the time their 3-year stint in our country was over.”
“OK we’ll be here, and the dinner will be on me, we remember some of the excellent
food we had in Belgium when we were passing through so many years ago.”
Although they were well past their youth, they walked out of the shop hand in hand,
like a couple of love-sick teenagers.
On the dot of 5, they walked in again, I had the impression they’d already sampled a
few of the 600 different types of beer Belgium is famous for. They confirmed, beer
being one of the other good things they remembered from their earlier days in
Europe. When we adjourned to the studio and after they expressed their surprise at
its size, we got talking about their stay in Amsterdam so many years ago.
“So what exactly did you do when you were in Amsterdam?”
“Being broad-minded young Americans, living in a country where violence is far more
tolerated than nudity, we enjoyed the liberating feeling of that city even in those
days. I’m talking end of the seventies here Lew: Hippy time you know, Love, Love,
Love, The Beatles, The Stones, the sexual revolution. We did it all, topless protests
with flowers in our hair, swinging, we even participated in a few porn flicks, to make
some money. We loved to wander along ‘De Walletjes’, the red light district there. We
were amazed they even offered real live shows, where you could just walk in,
although they existed in the States too, it was extremely expensive, very private and
secret, and totally illegal. There was even nudity on Dutch national television.”
“Yeah I remember, “De Barent Servet Show”, or “The Pin-up Club”, do you know that
the girl presenting the latter, Wendy, just turned 60 and she even posted a photo in a
bikini in the snow to celebrate.”
“Really? I had no idea, yeah The Netherlands was light years ahead of the rest of the
world in that respect.”
“OK but we’re not here to reminisce over days gone by, you want pictures of Lori, in
the nude I presume?”
“Yes please.”
“Great let’s have look at you, Lori.”
Lori moved to the center of the studio while unbuttoning her blouse.
“No, no don’t get undressed just yet darling, just let me get a good look at you and
get a feel of your aura. Mel do you want to play a part in these pictures, or is it
strictly Lori?”
“I don’t mind, we have loads of pictures of both of us in the nude, even having sex.”
“Good, I’ll first start with Lori then and when I feel like it, I’ll include you, I’ve done
this before with another couple, I guess they’re slightly younger than you, in fact,
what is your age, if I may ask?”
“It’s no secret, Lori is 56 and I’m 57, and you Lew?”
“Oh please don’t remind me I’ll be 60 soon.”
“I can’t say you look it, I would have put you even a bit younger than we are.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but let’s concentrate on Lori, shall we? I’ve taken a quick
look at your photos on the internet earlier: you concentrate a lot on Lori’s pussy and
ass, I would like to go more for her entire body, maybe give it an artistic touch using
different ways to light her, a spotlight usually works very well, highlighting certain
parts of the body while the rest is left in the shadow. Now is the time to reveal
yourself Lori, but please take it slow. Let me give you some seventies sphere music to
put you in the mood.”
The music inspired her as she moved her arms first above her head and then slowly
started to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her perky boobs. She wasn’t
wearing a bra, clearly, a seventies flower power child, so no elastic pressure marks
on her upper body. For a 56-year-old woman that had had two children, as they’d
told me, she looked stunning. Cute light brown perfect-sized areolae with slightly
darker and very hard pointy nipples, giving away the aroused state she was getting
into, no piercings nor tattoos; I immediately fell in love with her body.
She seemed to go into some sort of self-induced trance, her hands going over her
tits, pinching her nipples, making them bigger and harder. While swaying to the
music her hands moved over her adorable, piercing-free navel and abdomen towards
the button of her jeans. She undid the fastening, opening her jeans and giving the
first hint of her bush, allowing me to see the carpet matched the drapes while
proving she was a natural brunette with a slight touch of ginger. She turned her back
to me, keeping her legs straight while sliding her jeans down past her buttocks,
giving me the first glimpse of her pussy. I just loved this woman, no panties or
anything, not a mark on her body. By spreading her buttocks, she gave me the best
possible view of her snatch, at the same time demonstrating her arousal, with the
moisture forming on her pussy lips. That should result in some good photos. I was
shooting away, first capturing her progress towards total nudity and later her arousal.
As she slowly turned around I had a full-frontal view of her stunning pure natural
body. It’s rare these days to see women in their most natural unaltered state with a
full bush. Although, if I am honest, I did have a few others in front of my lens over
the past few months.
“Could you please lie on the floor Lori, stretch out completely, and make yourself as
long as you can. You can cross your feet and hands if you wish, I want to try some
special lighting effects on you.”
As she lay down, I began playing with spotlights, illuminating certain parts of her
body, while other parts were shaded, trying to capture her natural beauty. Even lying
down, her boobs remained perky, and holding her arms stretched certainly helped. As
I didn’t have a good idea of what specific part of the female anatomy Mel was most
interested in, we tried some other poses: on her stomach, concentrating more on her
buttocks, and lying on her side, bringing the enticing curve of her hips forward. The
most important part of my job was to make women look as beautiful as possible in a
photo.
“OK, I think Mel could help now. I would like to create a special effect Lori, by
smothering your skin with oil and we have the perfect person here to apply that oil
on your skin.”
Handing over a bottle of massage oil to Mel, he began applying it to his beloved Lori,
clearly enjoying himself. I put a big sheet of clear plastic on the white backdrop I had
pulled down earlier with a big portion over the floor, creating a completely white
environment to photograph Lori in. Mel was very dedicated to massaging his wife,
making sure her boobs and pussy were very well oiled, even enticing an occasional
moan from Lori’s lips, as I saw him push a few fingers in her already wet cunt.
“Maybe, you’d better take your clothes off as well Mel - we don’t want them ruined by
the oil. Don’t worry about getting oily yourself, you can both take a shower when
we’re done. Don’t be shy, arouse her as much as you wish Mel; there is nothing more
beautiful than an aroused woman. It makes for great pictures. You too Lori, don’t be
shy, make your husband hard with your hands it will look much better when he’s in
the photos a bit later. I did understand you wanted some action photos too didn’t
you?”
“Yes we would, it’s so much easier than working with a tripod and remote trigger.”
“Excellent, we’ll get to the couple action in a short while, but for now I would like Lori
back on the floor, playing with herself, rubbing more oil over her body, and if you
don’t mind Lori some masturbation maybe?”
“I don’t mind one bit, I love to masturbate, especially when Mel is watching me,
when he is playing with his cock, it excites me even more, especially now, knowing
that two hot men are watching me. You don’t mind do you, Lew?”
“No, absolutely not, how could I not love seeing a beautiful woman masturbate and
have fun? Please don’t let me or the camera stop you.”
Lori didn’t need any more encouragement to start playing with her tits and pussy.
She quickly started moaning with 3 fingers pumping away in her pussy, while her
other hand was clawing at one of her boobs, also pinching the nipple and pulling it
out, stretching her boob. When she got tired of that, her hand moved to her butt,
trying to slide a finger into her anus. All the while she looked into Mel’s eyes as he
slid his hand over his cock. I had a feeling the two of them would be going at each
other in a very short time, and I was right. Lori moved on her back, sticking her legs
in the air, opening them completely while beckoning Mel.
“Yes, Mel go for it, fuck her, make her cum!” I shouted with enthusiasm.
That was all the encouragement Mel needed to jump his wife’s bones, sliding his cock
in one go, entering her slippery, dripping cunt, and fucking her as if his life depended
on it. I kept encouraging them to have fun while taking pictures in rapid succession.
Soon they tired of missionary and moved to doggy with Mel attacking Lori’s ass,
which due to all the oil they both had on their bodies was really easy. Lori seemed to
be looking for something and when she spotted me, she beckoned me with her
finger.
“Take your pants down Lew I want to suck your cock!”
“Are you sure? How about Mel would he appreciate that?”
“We’re swingers, Lew. Lori loves it and I love it too because it makes her so much
hotter.”
At first, I was not convinced as I’m not into seducing or fucking married women but
Lori insisted again with her come here finger movement. I was seriously aroused,
sporting a full-blown raging hard-on by now having watched Lori’s striptease
revealing her enticing body, and then the two of them going at it like rabbits. I put
the camera aside, I’m sure they didn’t want any pictures of my cock and it would be
too tricky anyway to do both.
I took off my pants and boxers and took up a position in front of Lori’s face, bringing
my cock to her wide-open mouth and shoving it in. It felt heavenly, she attacked with
her tongue, pressing my cock against the roof of her mouth while licking the
underside. That woman knew how to suck cock. I’m not big enough to make her gag,
but I did hit the entrance of her throat, getting her to make some gurgling noises.
When my dick was really hard and slippery from her saliva, she pulled back, telling
Mel to lie on his back, while keeping his rod inside her anal canal.
When achieved she looked me in the eye and said, “This pussy needs a cock, your
cock Lew, I want to feel yours inside me together with Mel’s.”
You know me, always ready to please the customer, especially when the customer
asks me so nicely, so to keep my shirt clean, I ripped it off and dropped down on my
knees, letting her grab my cock to guide it into her flowing cunt. I started to pump
away, and she helped, her hands pushing on my butt every time I thrust. It was
again a strange feeling going in to feel another man’s cock indirectly through the
fleshy walls separating both very sensitive channels.
I felt Mel’s hand move between Lori’s and my abdomen in search of her orgasm
trigger. It didn’t take too long before Lori’s pussy clamped down on my cock, her
body going completely rigid, arching her back, pushing my cock even deeper into her
inner sanctum inching her and my orgasms to boiling point. Both of us however were
beaten by Mel who was first to cum, pumping her ass full of his hot cum, growling
and grunting deep in his throat.
Lori was next announcing her orgasm in a very vocal way, shrieking and squealing
and ending with whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips. That only left me. As
the last one to join the fuck party it took me a little while longer to reach my peak.
Lori picked up quickly as I kept on pounding her, that’s the big advantage of women,
they can slide from one orgasm into another without batting an eye. Not in this case,
Lori’s eyes were batting like crazy as she reached another peak, again shouting at the
top of her voice.
“Oh God yes, yes this is heaven, I’ve died and gone to heaven ooooh yes aaaaah,
fuck, fuck, YES CUUUUUUUMING!”
Her thrashing about and shouting was what made the dam break, inundating her
cunt with spurt after spurt of my hot sticky jizz.
“In my mouth, my mouth!” she yelled, “I wanna taste you!”
Quicker than lightning, I pulled out of her snatch, moving up so that the last few
spurts ended up straight in her wide-open mouth. Seemingly not fully satisfied she
grabbed my cock, keeping it in her mouth while sucking on it like a top-of-the-range
vacuum cleaner, her cheeks hollowed by the suction, trying to extract the very last
drop of cum I had to offer. When everything had gone, she fell, totally relaxed on top
of Mel, who was still embedded firmly in her ass.
I looked at both of them and all three of us burst out laughing.
“Wow that was good; what am I saying that was out of this world,” Lori said with a
huge smile on her face. “I could never in my life have imagined something like this
would happen to me today.
“Believe me Lori, neither could I barely two hours ago,” I said with an even bigger
smile on my face. “I was only going to take some pictures of a gorgeous nude
woman, but I could never have imagined I was going to be allowed to fuck her as a
bonus. Thanks, Lori, thanks Mel for inviting me to play with you guys. Now if we want
to make it in time for dinner, we need to get cleaned up. I think we know each other
now well enough to take a threesome shower. Please join me in the big shower in my
apartment, it will be much nicer up there than here in the dressing rooms.”
I was right in pushing them. The joint shower took another half hour, with Lori
sandwiched between Mel and me, both of us alternately enjoying her front and her
back as she kept turning around getting washed and washing us. With just ten
minutes to spare, we left for the Deerhunter, making it just in time for our 8 o’clock
booking. As they’d been in Belgium before they knew what to expect from our
Belgian cuisine. I suggested letting the chef do his thing, assuring them they would
not be disappointed, and they weren’t. The conversation went very well, but that was
to be expected with Americans, especially with such liberated Americans as they
were. We got to talk about their travels around the world and what they had
experienced with sex in the different countries they had visited, from a very liberated
Holland to very strict Middle Eastern countries.
Mel was telling me about their trip so far, the ‘Europe in 14 days’ tour.
“The tour we are on is rather cheap. We think they sell the tour at cost and then
make money selling expensive excursions, but we are not buying them, as we’ve
already been to all the touristy places here. We just bought the tour to get cheaply
from one place to the other while we do our own thing. Besides, the tour guide
sucks: what he is telling everyone during the transfers from one city to the next is
absolute bullshit. He clearly hasn’t even bothered to read up on the subject, so we
sort of pissed him off by commenting or setting him straight. We also guess he
makes most of his money by selling the excursions and he’s not making a penny off
us, so you can imagine we’re not exactly on his top 10 list of favorite travelers. He
already made us feel it during his narration, hinting about very antisocial elements on
the tour and that’s us. There was no obligation in the contract to buy anything on the
tour so to hell with him. We’ve had a blast doing our own thing and I’ll be honest
today topped everything we’ve done so far.”
Lori seemed anxious to tell her story as well so I focused on her.
“When we were in Paris, we revisited the place we had our first SM experience,” Lori
said. “It was great seeing some old friends back again. Have you had any experience
in the world of Bondage or SM?” she asked me.
“You may not believe it, but this afternoon, when we were taking the photos you
were posing and playing on top of a BDSM facility.”
“Noooo! Were we? No, you’re kidding aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not, I lease the cellar under my studio to the local BDSM club and I am their
designated photographer.”
“No way! Are you?” Mel said with huge eyes, clearly having difficulty believing me.
“Yes on both accounts.”
“Oh, can we visit?” Lori said getting all excited.
“That I’ll have to check. Normally, Tuesday night is club night, they have an open
door in the evening on the first Saturday of the month, but on Tuesdays, I’ll have to
ask Tanja.”
“Tanja?”
“Yes, she’s the owner and president of the club and has the final say if a non-club
member is allowed entrance on club nights.”
“Could you please ask her, if there is a fee to be paid we’ll gladly pay it, even if it’s
the club’s annual membership fee. We love to visit BDSM clubs all over the world.
Please, please make the call Lew!”
“OK I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee anything. Tanja is a tough cookie to convince, but I
always say, ‘No is a given, a yes is a possibility’.”
“That’s an excellent motto, we abide by the same one.”
I dialed Tanja’s number, hoping she’d hear it in the club and wasn’t too busy flogging
or torturing someone.
“Hello, Tanja’s clubhouse.”
“Hi Tanja, Lew.”
“Yes, Lew.” She replied sounding a bit annoyed by my interruption of whatever she
was doing.
“Tanja dear, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Again,” she said with a chuckle.
Thank God she was in a good mood anyway, so I pressed on before my luck ran out.
“I have a friendly American couple visiting and as they’re on this European tour going
to a different country every day they’re only here for the day. They’re swingers, have
appeared in porn movies, and are fervent BDSM lovers, and we were wondering if,
exceptionally, you could allow them entry on a club night. They’re willing to pay any
entrance fee you require.”
“Can you vouch for them?”
“Yes Tanja, they were so excited when I told them about the cellar, they also told me
they visited with BDSM friends in a Parisian club; they were members there a few
years ago.”
“OK you can bring them, but if anything happens which is not correct, you will be the
one facing the consequences!”
“I can assure you nothing will go wrong Tanja. Thank you, we’ll be there in about
half an hour when we’ve finished our dinner.”
“We’re in!” I said with a big smile.
Lori jumped up, clapping her hands all excited. Shortly after, the chef came to the
table as tradition requires, to see if everything was to our satisfaction and to accept
our compliments, also a tradition. Half an hour after the call we were back where we
started, at my place. This time we took the back entrance; Tanja was already waiting
for us.
“So these are your American friends Lew, welcome to my club, I’m Tanja.”
“This is Lori and Mel, long-time BDSM lovers, anxious to see your clubhouse, Tanja.”
They paid the agreed entry fee and walked in, at first a bit unassuming, but as they
proceeded they began to point out certain contraptions and setups to each other,
getting more and more excited.
“OK kids, this will be your play garden for the rest of this evening, you can play with
any of the toys that are not occupied, but don’t get involved with anybody else but
me, please. I’m gonna have a chat with Tanja.”
“Great, oh I want to play doctor, see they have a gynecology chair and all the
instruments, you know how I like my pussy played with.”
“Before I forget, anything you use, instruments, floggers, clamps, you name it, you
put it in the box next to the contraption after use. Everything that’s been used will be
sterilized afterward. You are 100% protected.”
“That’s a kind of service we encounter too rarely in this type of facility,” Mel said.
“Tanja runs a tight ship; the slaves take care of everything and if something is not to
Tanja’s satisfaction, they are punished harshly - you wouldn’t want that to happen to
you, believe me. So now go and play, and if you want me to, I’ll take some pictures.”
“Oh yes, Lew please take lots of photos, for us to remember this unbelievable day.”
I left them to their games to have a chat with Tanja but kept an eye on them, as I
wanted to document their games as they had requested. Lori quickly shed all of her
clothes and took up a position in the chair. Stepping immediately into character, Mel
donned one of the doctor coats, hanging a stethoscope around his neck while looking
appropriately serious as he went over the different instruments laid out on the table.
Lori had put her legs into the stirrups, her thighs spread wide open, ready for
anything Mel had in mind to do with her body and pussy.
He started with the stethoscope, sliding it over her boobs and abdomen, pretending
to check carefully if she was still alive, I guess, enticing small giggles from her. He
proceeded to tap her abdomen with his finger on top of his other hand lying flat on
her stomach. He clearly remembered what a doctor usually did to his wife during a
real exam. The next thing he picked up was a Wartenburg wheel with 7 pinwheels,
not exactly a doctor’s usual instrument for an exam, but still, it was all make-believe.
He applied it to her skin, starting with her shoulders and arms. Then he moved on to
more sensitive areas like her tits, going over her areolae and nipples, pressing just
that little bit harder there to make her feel the sting, and enticing a squeal from her
mouth. Moving down over her abdomen he bypassed her pussy moving to the inside
of her thighs, then all the way down to her feet, once they’d gotten his full attention
the grand finale with the instrument in question, was reserved for her pussy lips,
ending with a rollover of her clit, enticing a clear yelp from her other lips.
Now that he was focused on that part of her body, the next thing he picked up was a
speculum which he swiftly inserted into Lori’s waiting, by now very wet pussy. When I
saw what he was about to do I joined them to take pictures of Lori’s wide open
vaginal cavity. She gave me a big smile and a thumbs-up. Mel poked around a bit in
her vagina, pretending to perform a thorough exam, spraying her pussy profusely
with water out of a bottle, and cleaning out all the remaining spunk I had put there
earlier that day.
After removing the speculum he began fingering her snatch with one of his gloved
hands, shortly thereafter intruding a finger from his other hand into her anus, then
wiggling both of them around and making her squirm in the chair. When he saw Lori
approaching orgasm, he replaced his pussy finger with a magic wand and his anal
finger with a small vibrator. But just before she exploded, he stopped, ignoring her
protests. He knew she preferred the real thing by far, and shoved his wiener in her
desperate cunt, enticing whimpers of pleasure from her other lips, quickly bringing
Lori to a body-shaking orgasm. I had taken all the photos I thought they would like
and returned to Tanja, leaving Lori to recover and Mel to find something else to do.
“Hey Tanja, has Bethany contacted you yet about the paintings you wanted?”
“No, I haven’t asked her yet.”
“I mentioned it to her when Linda and myself were trying to convince her to go for an
exhibition in the studio.”
“Oh, and did you succeed in convincing her?”
“Yes, it took a while and some pressure but we succeeded, and that’s when I
mentioned to her you would be interested in getting some paintings for the club.”
“What pressure did you use? Maybe I need to do the same to convince her to do
these paintings for me.”
“All I can say is that the pressure we used was sexual, based on orgasm deprivation.”
“You brought her to the edge and then stopped, that’s cruel, did she cave in quickly,
or did it need multiple stops?”
“It did take a few stops before she caved, but then her reward was so much better.”
“I can imagine, would she be up for some BDSM play to convince her do you think?”
“No, we toyed with her here in the cellar and she admitted she enjoyed it but wants
to keep it to this one-time experience, so I don’t think you will get anywhere offering
BDSM play. Anyway, she did seem to be intrigued by the idea of painting BDSM
scenes, so you’d better ask her soon before she changes her mind or is too busy with
her exhibition.”
“I’ll do just that, thanks for the heads-up Lew, I think you’d better take another look
at your guests, they seem to have found another way of enjoying themselves.”
Turning around, I saw Lori hanging upside down, hoisted up by one of the winches.
Her legs were spread wide with her arms just hanging loose, hands just a few inches
above the floor while Mel walked around her, a couple of floggers in his hands ready
to tickle her hide. From the way he was handling himself, it was clear he’d done this
before. He was a master in wielding the floggers in two perfect figure 8 movements,
tickling Lori’s bum and back with just the tips. Circling her he managed to hit not only
her back but also her boobs, abdomen, and pussy, alternating the hits of almost a
caress with a full-fledged hard one.
Lori hung there taking deep breaths every time she was hit full force. Some pink
stripes were already clearly noticeable on her body. After every 10 hits, Mel put the
floggers down to caress her body with his hands or place a kiss on her pussy,
especially after he’d hit it very hard a few times. Lori was responding with aroused
moans and mousy little squeaks - looking at her already reddening face she was still
loving all of it. Mel had the winch remote in his hand, so he could hoist Lori higher or
lower. He brought her up so that her mouth was right in front of his dick which was
still sticking proudly and erect out of his trousers.
Lori didn’t need any other invitation, working her magic tongue around the bulbous
head of her husband’s dick before sucking it in completely, deep-throating him. As
they were in a vertical 69 position Mel responded latching on to Lori’s mound,
nibbling on her labia, and pulling at her tender flesh with his teeth. He proceeded to
slip his tongue into the sweet crevice of her cunt, splitting her lips apart. Lori growled
as he sucked inward taking both of her outer lips into his mouth, holding them tightly
with his lips, pulling at them, as he would at her nipples, making them more
sensitive. I’d never taken such hot photos before in my life. I was happy I’d put a big
memory card in my camera, not that I would run out, as I had some stashed away in
the drawers of the control table for security.
Mel pulled his cock out of Lori’s mouth before he came, wanting some other games
before he shot his load. The show they’d put on had drawn quite a crowd, the
members were always interested to see what newcomers or visitors would get up to.
Mel walked back to the table with the floggers and paddles and picked up a cane.
That would hurt a lot more than the floggers he’d used up till now, I wondered how
Lori was going to take it. He started with light taps on Lori’s bottom, warming her up
for the big one, which came fairly quickly, no mousy little squeak this time but a loud
howl came from Lori’s lips. As proof of the seriousness of the hit, a red stripe
appeared immediately on her buttocks, Mel moved to her front tapping her boobs in
the same way, followed again by a serious strike across them, resulting in an even
harder yell. I got a bit worried, but looking at her face, which was blood-red from her
inverted position, I saw a smile appear. Not satisfied with the cane, Mel grabbed a
black leather paddle with a little heart shape cut out at the end and began applying it
to Lori’s butt.
As usual, he started with light taps, getting harder and harder, until he hit her with
full force. Lori cried out after the last hit, tears running down her face, but still
smiling. Her bum was now really getting dark red. I handed a bottle of oil to Mel,
which he immediately started to apply profusely to Lori’s butt. He handed the bottle
back and began lowering Lori back to the floor, undoing the straps that held her
ankles and feet to the spreader bar he’d used to hoist her up. After she got up, he
held her tenderly in his arms placing feather-light kisses all over her face and mouth,
which drew small applause from the crowd following their games.
Both smiled and even took a bow, after which Mel scooped Lori up in his arms and
carried her to the sex swing, I presumed for the grand finale. Once he had Lori
installed he began to seriously fuck her, enticing high-pitched cries of pleasure from
her mouth. Judging by his facial expression it wasn’t going to take very long before
he pumped Lori’s pussy full of his hot cum. I saw him arching his back pushing his
cock as deep as it would possibly go into Lori’s cunt as his orgasm filled her cunt to
overflowing, with his thick creamy jizz. Lori was already on overload, and that was all
it took to make her explode.
When both of them came out of orbit, he looked at me, with a question in his eyes
about where to go now. I suggested he pick her up in his arms and then guided them
to the dressing room, where he laid Lori on the bed.
“That was awesome, I never expected to find such a place as this and certainly not
under your photo studio; thanks for taking us.”
“It's my pleasure Lori, Mel, you amazed me with all your travel stories and your
lifelong open lifestyle and I thoroughly enjoyed this unbelievable afternoon and
evening with you. Let me get Lori’s clothes and then maybe it’s time I take you to
your hotel to get some shut-eye before you move on to your next country tomorrow,
or actually later today, as it’s already past midnight. Oh and please do give my
regards to your favorite tour guide.” I said with a chuckle and a wink.
When Lori had dressed again, they said their goodbyes to Tanja thanking her for
allowing them to get to know and use her adult playground, but not before they’d
made some purchases in Tanja’s shop of toys. Needed for use during the remainder
of their trip through Europe, they said.
I took them to their hotel, only a 15-minute drive away, allowing me to get back at a
more or less reasonable hour and get some sleep myself.
Thinking back over the day, I wondered if I’d get any other earth-shattering
adventures during the rest of the week, and I later found out that I wouldn’t be
disappointed. One thing I needed absolutely to take care of was a call to Catharina,
informing her I wouldn’t be home for my birthday.
 Chapter 29
Bethany’s paintings exhibition.

First thing Wednesday morning I called Catharina.

“Hi Catharina, how are you?”
“Good to hear you, Lew, I’m fine; to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”
“It’s a bit delicate, you know my birthday is coming up and I can guess that you had
planned to come over?”
“Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world.”
“I’m afraid that I’m gonna have to disappoint you, darling, I won’t be home.”
“You’re not gonna be home?”
“No, I’ll be onboard a cruise ship somewhere on the Atlantic ocean. You probably
know I wasn’t looking forward to any kind of celebration and a seasoned cruise friend
of mine, offered me the opportunity to join her on a cruise. She received this
fantastic deal, but she needs someone to go with her, and as her daughter, who is
her regular cruise companion can’t join her as she has a baby now and she knew I
always wanted to go on a cruise she offered it to me.”
“That’s fantastic you should definitely go, we can see each other another time when
you’re back, and I’ll expect a full report of your adventures onboard.”
“Thanks, Catharina for being such a good sport, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll come to
Rome shortly after I return from the cruise and the one-week stay in Florida, that’s a
promise.”
“Excellent, I’ll look forward to that, so till then enjoy yourself, I’m sure you’ll really
like it very much I had a great time when I went on a cruise with Mario many years
ago, Ciao Lew ciao, thanks for calling.”
“Yeah ciao Catharina, thanks for being so understanding.”
I was happy she took it so well, but before I could go on this cruise, I needed to set
up an art exhibition for Bethany, something I’d never done before, not with paintings
anyway. I’d visited plenty of photo exhibitions and I’d been to museums, so I guess
I’ll take my ideas from there and Bethany of course. It was a good thing we still had
a week and a half before the opening to organize everything but I needed to talk to
Bethany soon. Maybe I’ll better give her a call.
“Hi Bethany, we need to sit together to get your exhibition on the road, it needs to
open the Friday or Saturday after next because after that I'll be gone for 3 weeks,
which will be the duration of your exhibit.”
“Sounds good, when do you want to meet?”
“How about tonight?”
“OK, your place or mine? You know what…come to me: I’ll cook you dinner.”
“You don’t have to fuss over me, Bethany…”
“It’s no fuss, cooking for one or for two is basically the same, I gladly do it and enjoy
the company, just get here at 7.”
“OK, I’ll bring a bottle of wine, red or white?”
“Red, I will prepare something meaty, any preferences?”
“No, not really I eat anything meaty. See you later then. Oh, before I forget, maybe
we should include Linda; she could act as your representative during the exhibition
while I’m gone, you’ll need someone there in case people want to buy any of your
artworks.”
“Good idea, I’ll give her a ring and see if she’s available tonight.”
After I closed the shop at 6, I got ready for my evening with two of my favorite girls.
I had plenty of time to look my best and washed and shaved all over; you never
know what the evening might bring apart, of course, from some good ideas about the
exhibition. 7 o’clock sharp I rang Bethany’s bell. 2 seconds later she opened the door.
“Come in, Linda is already here preparing some pre-dinner snacks, that girl is a
treasure to have around she is so resourceful.”
“She’s indeed a treasure, I’m so happy she walked into my shop a few months ago.”
Walking in I saw Linda busy in Beth’s kitchen. “Hi, Linda.” “Hey Lew, good to see
you.”
As expected, the appetizers were excellent and the food that Bethany had prepared
was far better than what I usually made for myself. All of that accompanied by a nice
bottle of Beaujolais Villages made it a very pleasant meal, high time to tackle the
issues for the exhibition.
“First, how many paintings do you think you will be able to exhibit?”
“I’ve got about 20 here in the apartment, another 8 in different locations in the shop,
and a few that still need to be framed. I can have it done by mid-next week, so in
total, I guess we’ll have 35.”
“That should do for a nice exhibition, I can add some photos as well, bringing the
grand total up to about 45. I’ve got a rail installed in the studio on one side making it
possible to hang mounted photos and some paintings with a thin cable from the
ceiling. It will be difficult to hang all the paintings that way, so maybe we can put
some of them on easels?”
“I’ve got 3 and I may be able to borrow some from the store where I buy my art
supplies.”
“Good, I’ll contact Tanja to get the name and address of her cabinet maker: he
should be able to come up with some constructions to exhibit paintings. We can also
suspend some in the middle from the ceiling in blocks of 4, back to back, or on roll-
away walls.
“Excellent idea,” Bethany said. “Though I was wondering why and how Linda would
be involved in all of this. And what is this about you not being here for 3 weeks?
You’ve got your birthday coming up.”
“Yeah, well that’s the thing. I have indeed my birthday coming up as you know, but
you also know I don't want any fuss so I’ve found the perfect solution - well Grace
did.”
“What do you mean Grace did, what are you up to and how is Grace involved in all
this?”
“Grace is a fervent cruiser, she reached Pinnacle level in the Royal Caribbean cruise
line Crown and Anchor club and received this very special offer on a Transatlantic
cruise she wants to share with me.”
“I never knew you wanted to go on a cruise,” Linda interjected.
“It’s been something I have always wanted to do, and right now this is perfect for
me. I don’t have to deal with any birthday stress, and I can fulfill a lifelong dream;
besides it's great for you as well as I won’t need the studio for 3 weeks, just long
enough for a nice exhibition, and that’s where Linda comes in as caretaker of the
event. You will need someone to handle sales and have control over things unless
you want to close your beauty salon for 3 weeks?”
“OK, I follow your reasoning but why 3 weeks? These cruises usually take 2, and not
3 weeks”
“You’re quite right, and you seem to know your way around cruising as well, but we
will add a week to the trip in Florida, it's been so long since I visited with Mickey and
Donald, and as we will end up in Miami at the end of the cruise, it made sense to us.”
“I see, so you’re going to let us fend for ourselves while you have a good time, and
with Grace of all people.”
“Why, what’s wrong with Grace?”
“Nothing, nothing but you seem to spend quite a lot of time with her lately, is there
anything brewing between you two?”
“No! Why, do you feel neglected? Should I spend more time with you, Beth?”
Turning red, Bethany was quick to deny she felt neglected. I told them about the big
suite Grace was offered on board at a very reduced price and why she couldn’t take
her long-time cruise companion Nancy on this one as it would be too much of a strain
for baby Emelia.
“So basically we’re helping each other, I help Grace by joining her as the offer was
only valid if she had a companion and she helps me escape any unwanted birthday
festivities.”
“So you’re going as a couple then?”
“For the cruise line yes we are, and what the outside world thinks is of no concern to
us: they can think what they want. If it had been you, Beth, I would’ve gone with
you.”
“Unfortunately I’m not Pinnacle, I’m only Diamond Plus and we don’t get the same
generous offers as Grace.”
“Well keep on cruising and you’ll reach Pinnacle one day and then you can ask me to
go on a cruise with you - allow me already to offer you my services.”
“I bet you do, but beware if that day comes I’ll hold you to it, Linda’s my witness.”
She said with a chuckle. “Is there anything we need to discuss concerning the
exhibition or have we covered all angles?”
“No, I think we have it all, anything else from your side Linda?”
“I guess not, I can work out any financial issues and opening times with Beth
separately, oh before I forget I will need a key.”
“Yes, I’ll have one made for you, and before I forget, when Jada is not in the shop
during my absence you’ll need to be at the studio on Monday at 8 to let my cleaning
lady Petra in, I’ll inform her about the exhibition and what is expected of her.”
“How about some dessert?” Bethany said with a devious smile on her face.
“You know me, I love dessert, bring it on!”
I had no idea what they had in mind, but it became quickly clear it had nothing to do
with Dame Blanche or any other sweet I like - well as it turned out one of the sweets
I like was partly involved. I saw Linda slowly pull her top over her head, after which
she threw it in my face, grabbed a can from the table, and sprayed whipped cream
generously over her nipples while coming toward me
“You must imagine the chocolate sauce and the ice cream,” she said seductively,
holding up her tits in her hands, “but I’ve got the cream right here for you to savor.”
I do love whipped cream on everything and especially on hot boobs. It didn’t stop
there, out of the corner of my eye I saw Bethany do the same on her D-cups. That
left me with one of the most difficult decisions I had to take that evening: where to
start? Since Linda was first I started with her, sort of building it up, starting with a
small B-cup portion and then moving on to the bigger D-size one. While I was busy
licking and sucking on all those enticing boobs, I felt a pair of nimble hands stroke my
growing cock through my pants while trying to set it free from its prison. I guessed it
was Linda as I was busy eating cream from Beth’s tits, and she was the one holding
my head as well. The handling of my cock sure felt fantastic, especially after Linda
had fished it out of my trousers, and while holding it firmly she began the up-and-
down dance with her hand. Moving from Beth’s now clean-licked boobs to her alluring
mouth was just a small distance, which I gladly covered to begin circling our tongues
around each other in a hot tongue Walz.
I heard Linda moan as she replaced her hand with her tongue, first circling the tip
around my cockhead, paying special attention to the most sensitive frenulum. She
rapidly brought it to a full-blown raging hardon, and when that was achieved, both
girls stood up, each taking one of my hands, the other on my cock making sure I
couldn’t escape they led me to the bedroom, where I was pushed with my back onto
the bed partially naked. In the next 15 seconds, I was completely undressed, after
which both did the same, changing their attire from topless to full nudity. Bethany
climbed onto the bed straddling me, hiding something behind her back, while
bringing her pussy over my mouth.
“Now that you had two desserts, how about a third one?” Bethany asked, bringing
the can of whipped cream to the front and squirting a big dollop onto her cunt which
she then lowered to my mouth. Without giving any thought to my cholesterol I
latched on, licking and sucking all over her snatch. The taste was out of this world,
her tangy-sweet juices combined with the sweetened whipped cream brought me to
dessert heaven.
While I was eagerly feasting on Beth’s cunt, Linda had some dessert festivities of her
own, swallowing my dick after decorating it first with whipped cream from her own
private spray can. Whimpers of pleasure erupted from Beth’s lips as I did a very good
professional imitation of a vacuum cleaner on her clit, drawing more blood into the
already engorged love button. When I grabbed her tits, still slippery from the cream,
pinching her nipples, resulted in more moaning alternated with high-pitched
exultations of pleasure. All of a sudden she arched her back, her pending orgasm
building rapidly inside of her, while I was nibbling at her labia pulling at the tender
flesh, her womanly flavor sending me into sensory overdrive.
“Oh god fuck, fuck…”
“Not this time Beth,” I mumbled between my upper and her lower lips.
“No need, I’m cumming yes, yes, keep going, SUCK ME HARDER!”
Obliging as always, I sucked so hard I would have made a Dyson jealous. My reward
was a bucket load of girly juice. All of a sudden I felt some movement behind Beth’s
back and my cock immediately felt cold as Linda had let go of it, I started to
complain, as far as it was possible which was rather difficult with my mouth still full
of Beth’s squirting pussy. Before I knew what was happening my cock was again
encased in a warm and very wet environment, quickly grasping what had happened
as I felt Linda’s butt make contact with my abdomen, leave again, then come back as
I understood she rode me reverse cowgirl style, her back to Beth’s back. Beth moved
off of me, giving me some breathing space in the process and allowing me to watch
Linda’s gorgeous back, covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she rode me. I wanted
Linda to cum before I did, so my hands moved from her hips to her front over her
abdomen finding the top of her cunt. I first slid the hood covering her love button,
upwards before I began frigging it. That had the desired effect on her, as I felt her
pussy’s throbbing increase around my cock, a clear telltale sign of her orgasm inching
closer to boiling point. All of a sudden I felt her body tense up as she orgasmed,
going faster, trying to bury my cock as deep as possible in her quivering, convulsing
cunt. Contrary to previous orgasms I experienced with her she was rather quiet.
“Have you cum?” Beth asked, lying next to me.
“Uh no.”
“Then I want MY dessert now, I want your cum in my mouth, I want to suck you
dry.”
“Be my guest, but please leave it whole, I hope to be able to use it some more in the
future,” I said with a chuckle. Bethany looked at me with slightly glazed eyes, not
understanding what I had said as she was focused on drinking my sperm. She moved
into a 69 position giving me a new, slightly different view of her hot and still dripping
pussy. It looked too good to leave alone, so I snaked my tongue into her and began
to suck again taking both of her outer lips into my mouth and then holding them with
my lips pulling at them like I had her nipples earlier that evening licking and sucking
the whipped cream off of them. As she felt her pussy again stimulated by my oral
skills, she gave a deep guttural grunt, her mouth stuffed with my steel rod.
Her licking and sucking were bringing me a lot closer to an orgasm, though I was
desperately trying to postpone it for her to reach another one first, or together with
me, when all of a sudden it hit me, she had another hole I could stimulate and make
her cum faster. Grabbing her buttocks I pulled them open licking her pucker,
lubricating it with my saliva, pushing with my thumb against her tight anal ring which,
with a little insistence, allowed me to slide in, stimulating the nerve endings residing
around it into little electric shocks parallel with the ones in the front around her clit. I
felt her go into orgasmic convulsions just as my blood-filled organ exploded in her
mouth, shooting the first two jets of hot sperm down her throat with the rest filling
her mouth, attacking her taste buds. She collapsed on top of me, both of us panting.
All of a sudden I heard hand-clapping, looking to my side I saw Linda give us
applause with a big grin on her face.
“Great show! Not bad for old folks, worthy of a porn Oscar I’d say. How about
another round with a young filly Lew?”
“No thank you, dear: I’ll take a rain check if you don’t mind, no more dessert for me
today, but I won’t say no to a shower, followed by a cup of coffee.”
Shower ‘à trois’ came with lots of groping and kissing. When we were finally done,
dried, and dressed again, I got my cup of coffee, after which I said my goodbyes with
the agreement to get back together on Sunday afternoon to evaluate where we stood
with the project. I indicated there might be a need for a few more small meetings to
iron out the final details or discuss any problems that might occur in the coming
week.
Sunday at 2 pm we got together again in my apartment.
“I talked to Tanja’s cabinet maker and he had no problem making two cubes that can
be suspended from the ceiling on which we can hang 8 paintings in the middle of the
room, he also managed to produce a few fake easels, if I remember correctly he said
5, we also have 4 roll-away walls, good for another 16 paintings, that leaves 13
paintings to be hung between the photos, I’ll have another rail installed at the top of
the opposite wall, all we need to do is find a good balance between the photos and
paintings.”
“What kind of photos would you have in mind?”
“I was thinking a few portraits of Catharina, I can't use any from Nancy as they’re
sold, Linda’s photos are also out of the question as that would be a bit awkward for
you wouldn't it Linda?”
“As long as they’re not nudes, I wouldn't mind.”
“OK, but only a few maybe, I could always do some landscapes or city views, which
paintings would you consider Beth?”
“How about some nice paintings of animals.”
“Oh yes, I remember those from your shop, when you were torturing me,” Linda said
with a chuckle.
“I wasn’t torturing you, I was making you irresistibly beautiful.”
“Yes you were but it still felt like torture.”
“No beauty without pain my dear!”
“So do we go for the animal paintings then in between the photos?”
“Yes, I’ve only got two so it would be nice to have them sort of together.”
“Good I’ll use some of the photos with Catharina in Rome then. What kind of animals
are we talking about?”
“It’s two paintings of horses.”
“Great, I’ve got some very nice photos of a naked girl on horseback, like Lady Godiva,
I can use the ones where she can’t be recognized, otherwise her parents could have
a fit when they see them.”
“Oh Lady Godiva giving her parents a fit, I wonder why Lew?” Beth interjected.
“You know I don’t kiss and tell. So please don’t ask.”
“OK, we’ll let our imagination run wild then,” Linda replied with a wink to Beth.
“Yes, you do just that ladies. By the way; have you agreed already on opening times,
financials etcetera?”
“Yes, we have dad,” they said almost in unison.
“How about the framing Beth, how is that coming?”
“The shop promised they would be ready by next Thursday.”
“Isn’t that cutting it a bit fine?”
“No, I’m OK with that. They’ve never failed me before: when they give a time they
always keep their promises.”
“Excellent, I guess we have it all covered then? Unless you can think of anything
else?”
“One final thing, what time do we get together on Friday for the installation? Or can
we do it on the day of opening, Saturday?”
“No, let’s do Friday evening if that’s OK with you Lew unless you need the studio?”
“I’ve got nothing planned from Friday afternoon onward, so that evening is fine for
me, 6 pm OK?”
“Great, now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got another pressing appointment,” Linda said.
“OK dear, have fun, us old folk will have a nice cup of tea and a slice of something
sweet.”
Once Linda was gone, I put the kettle on to prepare the tea. Which I served on the
small coffee table in front of the settee.
“So how's life treating you now?”
“I can’t complain, my doctor is happy with my health, though she advised me to eat
more fruit. So what would you think about me taking a bite out of your melons and
giving me some of the wonderful prune juice you have?”
“Did she mean that kind of fruit?”
“Yes, Beth you always look so succulent, so would you mind?”
“Where do you want to start? With the juice or the melons?” As she said that she
solved the problem by starting to undo the buttons of her turquoise blouse giving me
an enticing view of her D-cups encased in a very sexy, red-colored lace push-up bra.”
“You know what my two weak points are, don’t you Beth? You know I love a woman
with a nice flat stomach crowned with two succulent boobs as you have; allow me to
pay my respects to them.”
Bethany slipped her blouse off her shoulders and turned her back to me. Since I was
getting better at it, she knew I loved to unclasp her bra and set her boobs free. After
releasing them, I gently kissed her shoulders, my hands sliding up and down her
upper arms, for the moment staying away from her fun bags. I lifted her arms folding
them behind my head, thus giving me free access to her front. I still didn’t want to
start on her tits, so I stayed away from them, tickling down the inside of her raised
arms, enticing giggles from her lips. Then moving down the side of her chest, I did
the same there, making her shiver ever so lightly. Sliding my fingernails via her
armpits to the outside of her boobs and then under them, I could see her nipples
hardening, but I stayed well away from them. She gave a telltale little moan as her
arousal grew. Moving away from her boobs, my hands made a little dance over her
stomach. She responded with a light disapproving moan until she felt me moving up
again, cupping her tits while circling with my thumbs over her nipples. She lowered
her arms, turned her head, and kissed me. Just a light kiss because due to the
awkward position we were in, tongue work was not possible. Turning completely, she
put her hands on each side of my head to engage in a full-blown tongue tango,
exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth, inviting my tongue into hers to do the
same. An invitation I gladly accepted. After a few minutes of kissing, Beth’s hands
moved down searching for the buttons of my shirt undoing all of them, after which
she began to pull my shirt out of my trousers and remove it completely, leaving me
topless like she was. Her soft skin against mine felt so good, her boobs crowned with
rock-hard nipples pressing into my chest while we caressed each other’s backs.
Releasing her I stood up, “Shall we adjourn to a more comfortable setting?”
“Yes let’s,” she said as I took her hands and guided her to the bedroom. Once there I
dropped to my knees, grabbed her buttocks, then turned her around so I could get to
the zipper of her skirt, which I pulled down, allowing it to slide down her legs,
puddling on the floor. She stepped gracefully out of it, leaving her in her heels and
matching panties to her bra. Turning her around again, I placed a kiss on the
material covering her pubes, while my hands got busy on her buttocks, massaging
them over her last remaining piece of clothing. I didn’t last long before grabbing the
elastic and sliding the panties down to her knees, from where they dwindled to the
floor, allowing me now to place a second kiss on her now unencumbered, nicely
waxed womanhood, resulting in a sharp intake of breath on her side. As she was
standing right next to the bed, all it took was a small push to make her sit down. I
opened her legs, massaging the outside of her thighs with my fingers and the inside
with my thumbs, coming close but staying well away from her snatch. I wanted full
access to her inner sanctum, so I moved my hands to the underside of her knees,
lifting and opened her legs completely. Sliding my hands over the inside of her thighs
made whimpers of pleasure escape from her lips, clear proof of her growing arousal.
High time to give her pussy the same treatment as I had given her boobs. Using the
tips of my fingers I massaged lightly up and down the valley between her thighs and
pussy. Seeing her pussy lips getting moist, I started kissing all around her pussy while
in passing flicking my tongue against her lips splitting them apart with my thumbs.
Her inner sanctum revealed itself to me giving me a waft of her musky womanly
aroma. Not able to hold back anymore, I went to town on her pussy. Beth was
uttering mousy little squeaks, her pussy growing wetter by the second. With my
thumbs, I peeled her pink oyster further open in search of her little pearl. She
grabbed my head, pulling it hard against her pulsing button, which I sucked into my
mouth, feeling it grow to full size. I began fingering her sopping hole starting with 1
finger and working my way up to 3. She howled like a cat in heat, arching her back,
almost suffocating me.
“Oh my god, yes, yes AAAAAAAAHH, yes, yes, OH MY GOD, I'm CUUUMMING!”
She was shouting at the top of her voice, while she drowned me with her girly juices,
squirting all over my face and the bed cover.
After that, she was silent for 10 minutes, lying with her eyes closed, her breath slowly
coming back to normal. Then she opened them looking at me with a huge smile on
her face.
“You did it again.”
“What did I do again dear?”
“You gave me a huge orgasm and kept your clothes on, well at least your pants.”
“Must be my signature move I guess.”
“Get up and take them off, I want to suck your dick!”
“I don’t like to be commanded, but if you want them off, you know what to do.”
After which I stood up in front of Bethany who’d sat upright on the bed her greedy
hands groping at the buttons and zipper, pulling my pants down, releasing my raging
hard-on from its little prison, and immediately sliding her hot mouth over it. She
gently grabbed my balls, tickling them with her red painted nails. I wanted to cum, I
wanted to cum fast so I held her head and started fucking her face. Bethany seemed
to like that as she began to moan, getting me even closer to erupting with the
vibrations she created. She too was building up to another one by frigging her clit
with her fingers.
“Oh yes Beth that feels soo good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna give you my essence,
are you ready?”
“Mmmmmmmm!” was all she could bring out with my dick embedded deep in her
throat, her head nodding just a little bit. As my orgasm crested, 3 big jets of hot
creamy jizz shot out of me straight down her throat into her stomach. So much for
the cream on her cake she had had before together with the tea.
“God woman you do have the knack of making me cum fast.”
“Why are you slower with other women then?”
“Absolutely, the other day I even won a bet with my cleaning lady on that subject.”
“Oh yes, please tell me more.”
“I bet her I could last 15 minutes of her blowing me before she could make me cum,
she negotiated it up to 20 and I agreed.”
“And did you?”
“Yes.”
“And what did you get out of the bet?”
“Now that my dear Bethany is for me to know and you to guess.”
“Spoilsport!”
“You know me, I don’t kiss and tell.”
“OK, maybe I should have a bet with you then one day?”
“I could think of a few things I would like to put you through; yes, maybe one day.”
Friday evening, Beth pulled up in a van with her paintings. Linda was already
anxiously waiting to get cracking. A few hours earlier the cabinet maker had delivered
the cubes, the roll-away walls, and the fake easels. He had changed the design of the
cubes so that they had legs and didn't have to be suspended from the ceiling, which
would make it much easier for us to hang the paintings on them. When all the
paintings were inside we began sorting them by theme and size. Linda had prepared
nice tags to be attached next to the paintings, making it easier for potential buyers.
She was very eager to sell all of them. After a lot of arguing and discussion, trying
out different things we had them finally all in place around 11 pm, now all I needed
to do was get them properly lighted. As the exhibition would be open daily from 2 till
10 pm, except on Mondays, we decided it would be best to only go for artificial
lighting and close the glass dome off. The vernissage on Saturday would start at 8
pm and hopefully, end at 10:30 pm, I was to document it photographically. We had
invited quite a few dignitaries from the village, including all the shopkeepers, who
could well be potential buyers. As the local brewery was looking for a venue to launch
their newest beer they were very happy to sponsor the exhibition, not only trying to
flog their beer but this way they could act as a patron to cultural events as well:
excellent for their image. They were even the first to buy one of Beth’s paintings. It
always looks nice if one of the paintings already has a ‘sold’ sign on it.
Saturday at 7:30 pm, Beth, as the star of the evening, walked into the shop in a
stunning outfit, greyish blue with a lace bodice, leaving most of her shoulders bare.
The sleeves were see-through, giving the impression the lace patches were glued to
her skin, a plunging neckline drew attention to her ample bosom, and the skirt
reached the floor, very wide and whirling around her as she walked. When she came
into the exhibition area, checking one last time that everything was OK, my mouth
almost fell open as I saw the surprise was in the back: in fact, there was no back, the
dress started again about an inch below her ass crack, leaving her beautiful back
completely bare.
I walked up to her - well I was more sneaking up on her before whispering in her ear,
“Who’s this divine creature visiting my humble studio? Oh my god, it’s you, Beth, I
didn’t recognize you in this stunning dress.”
“You mean this old thing I threw on?” she said turning around giving my lower arm a
playful tap.
“Been shopping at Astrid’s boutique?” I asked with a wink and a chuckle.
“How did you guess?”
“I guessed because clearly, you were not the only one,” I said pointing to Linda and
Astrid who’d just walked in together, each wearing stunning dresses as well. Linda’s
in scarlet, figure-hugging with a split from the floor up to her hipbone on the one side
and a split from the neckline down to her navel, exposing the inside of her cute
boobs as she walked. Astrid’s was turquoise, with a wide, flowing skirt, not dissimilar
to Bethany’s showing, some cleavage, but far less revealing in the front and back.
After she found everything still in order, Beth took my arm and walked me back to
the entrance, ready to welcome the guests. Linda quickly joined us, acting as co-host
and most importantly, our salesperson on duty. By 8 to 8:30 the guests started to
arrive. The mayor insisted on giving a speech, paying tribute to our local artist
Bethany, explaining how important these types of cultural events were for the
community. I didn’t hear him speak at the inauguration of the club downstairs a few
weeks ago; his contribution there was more of a physical nature wielding some
floggers and plunging his pleasure stick into a few slaves’ pussies, mouths, or asses.
The rest of the evening went very pleasantly: the few times I was together with Beth,
I heard her being complimented for her artwork and by the end, I saw that 5
paintings were already sold. Linda was beaming when she joined us.
“You see now Beth, that Lew and I were right about your work.”
“Yes I must admit I would never have expected this, and if it hadn’t been for you two
‘sexually’ coercing me into this exhibition I would probably never have known, so
thank you for it. If you need to convince me or someone else in the future to do
something they don’t want to do, I recommend the same modus operandus.”
“We’ll keep it in mind,” Linda replied giving Beth a playful tap on her forearm.
The last of the guests left around 11. With all the work we’d done the day before, the
strain of tonight, and our adrenalin levels now dropping, we were knackered but
happy.
“I don’t know about you ladies, but I’m ready to hit the sack.”
“Yes me too,” they said in unison, followed by a giggle.
As they walked out, I switched off all the lights and locked up. 5 minutes later, I
stumbled into bed and was asleep by the time my head hit my pillow. I was woken by
the continued ringing of my doorbell. When I looked at the clock it was 10 am, god
that’s Grace I thought, coming to help me with my packing. I jumped out of bed
donned a bathrobe and buzzed her in. Coming up the stairs she looked at me with
questioning eyes.
“What happened?”
“Sorry, Grace but it was a very tiring night last night with the vernissage and I ended
up in bed well after midnight and forgot to set the alarm.”
“Yeah, I can see you just came out of bed, don’t worry, take a shower and I’ll have
breakfast ready for you when you’re done.”
“You’re a real lifesaver, thank you, I won’t be long”
I had never taken a shower and got dressed so fast. When I walked into the kitchen I
was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee, accompanied by eggs and bacon frying in
the pan.
“You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble Grace, just some coffee and toast would
have been enough.”
“You better get used to having lavish breakfasts on board every day for the coming
two weeks. But once we’re in Florida you can make breakfast for me every morning.”
“That’s a deal. Have you been able to find somewhere for us to stay in Florida?”
“Yes sir, I called one of my realtor buddies over there and they offered me an
exclusive deal on a gorgeous villa in a fairly new gated development they’re
managing. When we like it, and they’re convinced we will, I may get exclusive
distribution rights for Belgium.”
“That’s great.”
“When you’ve finished breakfast we’ll start packing the stuff you’ll need both onboard
and later in the villa.”
“Are you doubtful I won't be able to pack a suitcase? I was a master in packing stuff
when I was traveling for business, I turned it into a fine art to pack everything I
needed for one week in a carry-on, I hate to have to wait in an airport to get my
luggage.”
“This is slightly different Lew, you will need different types of clothing for the
different events on board. You’ll need a tux for the formal nights, two nights on a
cruise this length, you’ll need business casual outfits for the other nights, and really
casual outfits for the daytime. Don’t forget we will stop at a few different harbors
where we might go sightseeing, it could be cold, Iceland for instance, to name but
one, or it could be warm when we get closer to Miami. You will need a big suitcase,
do you have one?”
“Uh, I’ll have to search in the attic, but I guess I may have one.”
“I thought as much, just to be on the safe side, I brought Nancy’s suitcase she
usually uses when she joins me on cruises, let me get it from the car.”
“I’ll get it for you dear, if you give me the keys to your car, I don’t want you dragging
suitcases up the stairs.”
“Always the gentleman aren’t you Lew!”
“I try to be, especially for such a nice, good-looking lady.”
“Flatterer.”
“No, you are indeed a stunner Grace, I’ll be the envy of all the men on board.”
“Now you got me all flushed with your compliments, but thank you, and you’re not so
bad yourself by the way.”
“Don’t you dare say for my age!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
When I returned with this huge suitcase I could almost hide in, Grace started going
through my closets, picking stuff out I would never have chosen, discarding things
that I suggested, and finishing with far too much in my opinion. We had lots of
discussions on what to take and what not to take, but in the end, Grace was satisfied
with what she had on the bed and to my total amazement it all fitted nicely in this
huge suitcase she had brought with her.
This woman will never cease to amaze me. I was truly looking forward to spending
the next 3 weeks with her. When she was gone I slipped in my bottle of blue pills, I
had a vague idea it might come in very useful. After lunch Grace left, reminding me
we would be picked up the next afternoon by the taxi, to take us to “Hoek Van
Holland” to catch the overnight ferry to Harwich. There, the cruise ship would be
waiting, at the end of its last trip of the season around Europe, to take us across the
Atlantic to Miami.
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