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 The following is loosely based on an actual experience, at least at the
beginning.  However, all encounters in the following are purely fiction
aside from the innocuous begging which sets things in motion.  I know it
starts kind of slowly, but you shouldn't be too disappointed.  I promise
the action picks up and doesn't really stop after this part.

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   Every now and then, when the power goes out, things get a little
strange. Typically one doesn't have to expect very much out of the line,
around here when things of this nature happen.  Usually it is a snow storm
that takes the power out, but this isn't far enough north for that to
happen but every two years or so.  If a storm takes the power out, you can
usually expect it up in no time.

   That's why it was so fucking strange when a dead tree finally toppled
the other week.  It landed on the power line just before my neighborhood,
and do to the tree pushing against the wire before it fell, the power
struggled to go out.  Lights and other electronics that were running would
flicker and flash rapidly like someone were fucking with your electricity
just to scare you or something.  At one point, the lights were off, but TVs
still hissed static and fans would run.  It all seemed very spooky.

   After the mayhem I headed out into the pitch dark of the neighborhood to
check on the situation.  I had no intention of the neighbors assuming I
came to check up on them in specifically.  I headed across the street to a
neighbor's who we had been on speaking terms with for some time now.  Her
name was Lin, and she was in her mid 30's.  We knew then that she had been
recently divorced, and that she had two children who she was fighting in
court to keep custody of.  She had told us then that the father of her
children, a boy of eleven named Jake and a girl of nine named Erin, was
mentally and verbally abusive toward them, and would control them using
weak attempts at brainwashing baked by non-fulfilling physical threats of
harm.  I knew before that the abuse occurred, but there was a lot I didn't
know at the time.

   Her skin had a very slight tan to it, and her curled brownish blonde
hair went to her breasts.  She was a woman of fairly average means, but she
was not a bad looking lady.  I know now almost every detail and (literally)
dark, hidden and even disgusting (repulsing to some) corner, nook and
cranny of both her body and mind, but I will give details as they came to
me.

   She is fairly curvy with what would be considered an unconventional
hourglass body shape.  She is roughly five foot seven, so fairly tall.  Her
measurements are 36-32-40, so she's sort of chunky, but in a great way. 
Her his, thighs and ass are the juiciest body parts I have ever seen, and
the skin runs smooth and taunt over it so that there is little to no
cellulite to behold.  Her waist makes for the hourglass shape as it serves
as a pillar supporting her voluptuous yet above-averagely firm breasts atop
her equally firm buttocks and hips, as her legs taper downward and upward
you find her cute, cherubic but pixie-like face.

   As I approached her home, I could hear her speaking to her friend whom
she had bought the house from.  She was frantic and seemed terrified.  She
was raving about how her friend's grandmother had died in that house, and
how she was startled and suspicious of ghosts and other such nonsense.  She
saw me on the lawn, coming to the door and held up a finger, signaling me
that she would be off the phone soon.  She was lit dimly by the light of
her cell phone.  She hung up the phone immediately and come out to me,
struggling some to keep her large dog inside.  She was wearing a blue
dress, strapless, that clung around the bust of her breast via elastic and
hung to right above her knees.

   "Do you guys have power?" she asked me in her frantic tone.  I told her
that we did not, and she continued on with her story.  "I am home alone
this weekend because Phil and I are already trying out a joint custody
arrangement without the court having to tell us so.  The power started
getting all spooky on me and I didn't know what to do.  I'm not used to be
all by myself in times like this, you know?" I nodded.

   "Did the power flash a lot for you, as well?" I asked her, trying to
calm her down to get a better account.

   "It sure as fuck did, just like if a ghost or something were trying to
make me piss myself or something."

   "Ah, that's not really plausible since it happened to everyone else,
too, Lin," I told her, trying for information instead of campfire stories.
"Do you have flash lights or candles or anything?"

   She nodded, telling me that she did.  I told her to relax and go back
inside and light the candles for light.  I told her to stay clam because
there's noting all that suspicious about the situation.

   "That doesn't stop me from being terrified," she told me.  "Why don't
you come inside and help me get the candles and stuff set up before you
head back home?  It will only take a minute and I'll feel a lot better
about things until I have the light of the flames, you know?"

   I knew, and I understood, but this wasn't really a common situation for
me.  I admit that I found her fairly attractive and I was sheepish to agree
to go inside her house.  I didn't expect anything out of the ordinary to
happen, I just didn't feel entirely comfortable with the idea at first. 
She continued to plea in a very subtle way until I agreed to enter behind
her and help her out.  We set fire to all the wicks without me ever leaving
a four foot radius of her, just to keep her feeling comforted.

   Her dog was following us everywhere and sniffing at my feet constantly.
When we were done and I was ready to head out, I casually asked her what
was up with the dog.

   "His name is Charlie.  Well, he's not all that old and still has a lot
of puppy in him.  Plus, he's fairly protective, so I know he wants to make
sure you want hurt me or anything," she said followed by what I can only
call a giggle.  "My ex kept saying that we should get him fixed, but I
just...  I couldn't bring myself to have that done to him." I did find this
kind of curious, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

   As I walked to the door she briskly caught up to me and lightly touched
my arm.  This is the moment things became quite incredible in a wonderful
way.

   "Why don't you sit down for a little bit?  The power won't be back up
for some time, considering the size of that tree.  We should probably just
hang out and keep one another company."

   At this point, there was enough of me that somehow thought something
very good could come from this to persuade me to stay.  She did have a
point, anyway--the power would be out for some time.

   We sat down on her couch and began talking.  At first it was just small
talk, us getting better acquainted with one another.  That went on for
about an hour before she looked down at her lap and stared for some time. I
could make out a slight blush in the orange glow of the candles.

   "Is something wrong, Lin?"

   "Well, it's just..."

   I looked down at her lap to find a big dark blue spot in the middle of
the more aqua-colored dress, positioned directly in her lap.

   "Did something happen to get water on you earlier...?" I asked, very
curiously.

   "Well, it's just that you know how I said earlier that someone seemed to
be trying to make me piss myself...?" I nodded, and she bashfully
continued, stammering over her words.  "Well, I had just...  kind of said
that to cover for myself if something like this had happened."

   "Uh, what are you talking about?  I don't see what that would cover
for."

   "Uuuuh.  Right before the power went out, I was...  entertaining myself,
you know?  And I'm kind of...  Oh God, don't get up and run out, but I kind
of like strange things, and so I was...  fuck."

   My dick was instantly engorged.  "Continue," I said in a tone different
from any we'd used previously.

   "...Really?"

   "Please.  I like where this seems to be headed."

   "Wow, well then.  I feel a bit better about it all.  I pissed myself,
ahaha!  Wow, that's strange to say aloud."

   I joined her in her naughty laughter.  "I pissed myself," she said, "I
did it entirely on purpose, too.  And I had my finger in my ass when I did
it, see?"

   In an astonishing and bold move, she held the index and middle fingers
of her left hand to my face where I could see in the dimness and also
flipped the skirt of the dress up.  First I looked at the fingers to see a
single brown streak on the middle one and a little brown crust on and
around the fingernails.  Then I looked at her lap to see she had splayed to
display the wet crotch of a pink thong, clinging tightly to the shape of
her labia.  We both sat speechless for nearly a minute before anyone spoke.

   "This is all very surreal to me," I told her.  "This doesn't seem real
at all.  This seems like a fantasy of mine or maybe a letter sent to the
forums of a filthier version of popular porn mags."

   She laughed mischievously and grinned a little.  "I thought that maybe
that would make you want to keep me company a little bit more.  I wasn't
certain at first how to persuade you to maybe, I don't know, come around
more often, but I think I may have found something we share."

   Unexpectedly she leaned over and kissed me deeply, full-on on the mouth,
letting her tongue explore my teeth, tongue and cheeks.

   "I do believe we have found many things that we can share," I said with
a corny wink.

   I reached down with one hand and began massaging her soaking wet crotch,
moving in circular motions.  As I did this and we kissed more, I could feel
it getting wetter and wetter.  Finally I pulled away and said, "I guess
it's time to really know one another."

   She smiled but remained silent as I moved to the floor in front of her,
on my knees with my face level to her crotch.  I leaned in and buried my
face in the moisture of her lap, sucking at the piss and lady pre-ejaculate
that wet her thong.  She scooted down against my face more and began to
grind against it.  I could only breathe every so often and when I did I
just inhaled the full aroma of her juices that coated her pussy area and
wet her inner thighs with a glisten.  After several minutes of this, she
took her hand from the back of my head and I pulled up to see that since
she had move, the small string flossing her ass crack was entirely visible,
and her sweet little anus peeped out from behind it.  I could see brown
slime and juices circling her sphincter and also lightly coating the pink
thread that spent its entire day right were I would love to.

   "Oh my fucking God," I remarked.  "How is this real?"

   "Well, neighbors look out for one another, you know?" she said with a
naughty tone.  "Just do whatever makes you comfortable to me, and I will
make sure to return the favor.  It's the least we could do for one another,
Master."

   "Wait, what?" I pulled my head back further and gave her a questioning
look.

   "Well, you are taking care of me, aren't you?"

   "I suppose so, why?"

   "Well, Phil taught the kids and I that when someone takes care of your
wants, needs, and desires, they are your master.  He did that for the kids
and me for a while, treating us with the love that aided both our emotional
and physical needs.  He became both children's full master when they very
first began sexual maturity.  He started by using his loving mouth on both
of their genitals, anuses and other tender spots as early as they could
enjoy it to make sure that they knew he was there to be their master.  He
taught me that I could do exactly the same as long as I knew how the chain
worked, with him on top and me below him.  From there we began to get more
and more intimate, as families should."

   I was dumfounded, but in one of the most pleased was I could possibly
be. I continued to shut the fuck up and allow her to go on.

   "We would both prove to be Charlie's masters by giving him food, a home,
and sexual release that a dog his age needed.  Charlie's rocket is really
something!" She giggled, again.  We could hear Charlie in the other room
reacting to his name and the word `rocket.'

   "Wow.  What happened, that sounds like bliss?"

   "Well, it began when he started taking care of the children more than he
would me.  Physically, I mean.  Suddenly the family movies started showing
a noticeable lack of Lin and a heaping helping of him and the children,
sometimes with Charlie.  I was told to hold work the camera that would
normally be on a tripod and remote controlled for all of us.  He'd have me
zoom in on his dick going in and out of Erin's pretty little shithole while
his cock got more and more covered with her wonderful shit..." she teared
up a very little.  "And then who would clean it off?  Not me, like the old
days.  No, he'd give it all to Jake or Charlie and not even share the love
with me.  I would weep as I watched their elaborate and beautiful
formations.  Phil would pump his dirty cock in and out of Erin's little
pussy, going back and forth between holes when his stick started to come
clean.  On the other end of Erin I'd have to zoom in on her getting all of
Charlie's knot in her little mouth, all to her self, while Jake thrust his
little boy cock in and out of Charlie's ass.  We knew Charlie would like it
from the first time the vet gave him a fecal.  And there I was all
alone..." Tears streamed down her face in long intervals.  You could tell
it upset her, but that she was happy it was over and that things had
changed.

   "What happened from there, baby?" I asked her, taking the liberty to
call her that due to already fully accepting my new Master position.

   "Well, first I had a talk with the kids.  I sat them down and told them
about how a Master's duty was to do for all of the family and not just a
portion of it.  I told them about how he no longer gave us all comfort and
love, and how he had left his second in command to feel unloved and
unwanted.  I didn't think the kids would fully understand it, but they
somehow did.  Heh, they felt sorry for ol' mama, so that night they did
everything they could to make up for the year or so of neglect.  Later that
night we decided to drop him as master and look for a real one--a real man
or woman to love us like he used to, with all of his heart, his cock and
both balls." This made her giggle almost uncontrollably and wipe away her
tears.  She seemed happier after that, and more focused on us than them.

   "That was a pretty bold decision," I told her.  "I don't imagine he took
it very well."

   "Well, not at first, no.  At first he was furious and that's when the
real abuse began.  After he threatened to kill us for being insubordinate,
we chloroformed him in the night and locked him outside, AHAHA!"

   We shared a hearty laugh.

   "Yeah, then we served his sorry ass with papers and now we're working on
the divorce.  But, you know.  I know he would love the kids and take care
of them, so I let them visit."

   "Well, this will be the last time."

   "What?"

   "The last time they visit him.  I'm the Master now.  I will take care of
them.  They don't need two Masters, and the real one says that fuckin' Phil
isn't in that position anymore."

   After laughing more, she told me that when the kids got back she would
tell them.  "They will just fucking love it!" she squealed.  "They will be
so happy."

   "Right now, though," I said to her, "We need to make sure I stake my
claim."

   I slid my shirt over my head as I stood and undid my belt and pants,
pulling them off with my underwear.  I let them drop to the floor as my
eight and a half inch, throbbing, uncut erection sprang free, full of blood
flow.

   Her eyes lit up with joy as she dropped from the couch, pulled the dress
over her head and got on her knees.  She licked along my hard shaft for a
while and took my balls into her mouth one by one, sucking on them each
lovingly.  Her hand reached down into her thong's gusset as she massaged
her clit and engulfed the head and length of my cock.  She sucked hard on
the tip as she worked her tongue around it.  I grabbed her by the hair and
held onto her as she loved me.  Her other hands began to fondle her tits.
She sucked on my hard-on for at least five minutes, with the only sound she
made being light moans that would vibrate against the thin, sensitive
membranes of my member.

   After some time she pulled her mouth from me with a sucking, slurping
sound.  "Oh my God, you taste so much better than Phil.  He would wash so
much."

   "What do you mean?  I bathed today," I told her, wondering what was up.

   "Well, for one he wiped after every piss and two he was circumcised. 
With you, all the remaining pee collects there to make the most delicious
smegma.  It's so wonderful, darling." She went back to my dick and gave it
another suck before she stood and kissed me deeply.  We allowed our tongues
to play with one another, almost as if they, themselves were fucking.

   "Before we do this, you're cool with...  whatever, right?" she asked me.

   "I loved everything I heard in your story, don't worry."

   She smiled gratefully.  "Wonderful.  Fucking perfect.  I want you in my
pussy for a little while, but only long enough to feel it before my ass
needs you even worse."

   "No problem.  Actually, I was hoping for something like that," I
replied.

   She sat back up on the couch with her legs spread when I pulled back her
thong and inserted my cock of stone.  We kissed and she moaned as I pumped
hard and lovingly for as long as I could stand.  After about eight minutes
she pulled her head back and moaned louder before she began to unleash a
small stream of piss onto me.  It wet my pubic hair and trickled down to my
dick, where I would push it into her.  After a short while I had to pull
myself free before I lost it.

   "That's all we can handle of that for now, sweety."

   "I understand, Master.  Sometimes it becomes too much.  I'll get ready,
follow me!" She picked up and candle and I followed her waddling ass down
the hall.

   I followed her into a medium-sized extra bedroom that had obviously been
modified.  The lights on the ceiling, though entire blackened, you could
tell they were more similar to stage lights.  Right before I asked she
began to explain.

   "You'll notice the tile floors with the drain and lights and how the
furniture is not a conventional material.  If you could see it better right
now you'd notice the door to the bathroom over there.  It has a camera like
this one," she said, holding the candle toward a corner with a
half-neglected tri-pod with a camera pointing at the floor, "but neither of
them have been used in some time, now."

   "I like it, what is it called?"

   "The Love Room, or Love Den, usually.  Bestest place in the house--even
better with power," she told me.

   "Very nice!  Where do you want--"

   She interrupted me by pushing her tongue into my mouth.  She put her
hand on top of my head and slowly she began to direct me to my knees in
front of her.  "I still have a little piss that wasn't `scared' from me for
you, Master."

   I obliged her by opening my mouth and letting her hot stream shoot onto
my face as she aimed it at my mouth.  I swallowed every bit of it as it
came to me, which wasn't a large feat considering she didn't have very
much. She dropped to her knees when she finished and kissed me again,
tasting around my mouth for lingering tastes of her pee.

   After kissing her, she turned around and got on all fours, doggy.  Her
thong was already off, and the most beautiful literally browneye I have
ever seen gazed at me.  I could smell the musk of her shit slowly fill the
air as she puckered and relaxed, readying herself for my loving.

   I pulled my forskin back as to make sure to use it as the collection
plate that it is and pressed the head of my member against her glorious
asshole.  She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as I began to push and
ease it in.  As I entered her, I could feel her semi-soft waste nudge
against and then begin to envelope my cock.  I worked myself deeper by
thrust, and each time I pulled from her I could see a brown coating on my
rod.  It reminded me, humorously, of a dipstick that one would use to check
oil levels.

   She began bucking back against my cock as she began to moan, louder and
louder.  Eventually the volume mounted to almost screaming, and she
instructed me to piss into her if I could.

   Being the best Master I could be, I released what I could with my
throbbing cock, and the shit began to soften more, working even better as
lubricant as I began fucking her faster and faster.

   Shit was dropping from my cock and onto the floor in dollops as the
coating to so thick that it would scrape off on re-entry.  After nearly
fifteen minutes it felt like not only was her ass nearly emptied, but my
balls were about to do the same.  I pulled the thickly coated cock from her
backside and before she had time to collect herself and stop panting to
speak, I awkwardly walked around her on my knees to the front on her and
began to gently smack my filthy dick against her beautiful face, leaving
dirty, thick licks on her cheeks that she would rub in like make-up and
lick from her fingers.

   "Mouth," is all she said.

   She then began to suck on my cock even more passionately than before, as
though someone had taken the most beloved item on earth and somehow made it
better.  She let her tongue search the insides of my foreskin as it would
fold up, and she licked every bit of filth I had from the pocket that it
forms, swallowing it all with deep moans.

   I began to say her name quietly with every thrust as my balls began to
contort and my cock began to spasm.  String of my hot cum shot into her so
quickly and bountifully that she had difficulty swallowing it all and began
to cough.  I didn't stop as her eyes reddened and cum brown strings of jism
shot from her nose with every cough, I only pushed deeper, still coming.

   She tried as hard as she could to swallow it all, but now it was too
hard.  I heard her wretch and saw a smile form on her face right before I
felt something hot coming back up from her guts.

   Out of her mouth came small waves of puke mixed with my come and her
shit.  I let the first two waves was over my pleased dick before pulling it
free and allowing her to let the rest go onto the tiles.  I sat down in it
beside her and looked over.

   She was holding herself up by her arms, looking down at the splendid
concoction on the floor before her.  She was panting hard, her body bobbing
as she caught her breath.

   "That...  that was spectacular," she said to me, smiling wide enough to
show her filth-speckled teeth.

   I leaned in and kissed her, licking what I could from her teeth and
corners of her mouth.  It tasted better than anything, and I knew it was
the taste of the love that she expected her Master to show her.

   "You definitely are the master," she told me before she leaned down to
slurp what she could from the floor as it ran toward the drain at the pace
of a slug.  For the rest of the night I coddled her in my arms on the clay
tile floor, surrounded by a pool that evidenced the beginning of a
wonderful relationship.

   The next morning the power was restored and we awoke with the remains of
the night before dried to the floor.  Our nude bodies would glisten in the
places where things had dried in the night.  We got up without bothering to
clean up and hugged one another tightly.

   "Good morning, Master," she said to me with a smile.

   "Good morning, sweetheart."

   She exited the room and put on a fairly tight-fitting gown, handing me a
robe.

   "This is usually the most we'd wear around the house," she explained to
me.  "I hope it is okay."

   "It's perfectly fine," I told her, putting it on.

   "The kids should be home any minute, really.  The bus is scheduled to
drop them off at the end of the street, uh...  ten minutes ago.  We can
tell them the news."

   When they did finally get in, thirty minutes late, we were snuggling on
the couch watching television.  We could smell us on one another, a vague
yet sharp scent of all sort of fluids clinging to us.

   "Somethin' smells like lovin'!!" Erin exclaimed as the kids' feet
bounded closer to where Lin and I were.

   The kids' jaws dropped as they stood in the doorway, looking at us
positioned to where hardly anything was hidden.  They recognized me as that
guy from across the street.

   "This is our new Master," mommy explained to the kids.  Lin told them
about how I helped her last night and gave her the love that Phil wouldn't
in over a year.  "And he's going to do the same for you, but let me tell
you, it is different."

   "How so?" Jake asked his mother.

   "Well, Master here just does it better than Phil ever could."

   The children smiled and came over to the couch for a hug.  Erin hugged
me around he waist as I sat there, and I was surprised by happy when she
pulled my foreskin back and popped the head of my cock into her mouth.

   I looked over at Lin with a grin, but she was occupied with Jake, who
was sucking on hard on her nipples.  Charlie was asleep and I was curious
as to what his presence would do, but I would have to wait to find that
out.

   Erin kept the head of my dick in her mouth for a while, doing nothing.
"She wants your piss, Master," Lin finally told me.  "Jake wanted something
else, though.  I'm really glad I didn't stop lactating for everyone," she
said with he smile wider than her asshole was the night before.

   I let my bladder go into her mouth, and she drank it as though she were
downing water at a fountain, every bit of it with no trouble at all until I
was finished.

   This was the first morning of us together as a family, and it was more
than I could have ever expected.