Buxom Mother and Daughter

MFF, exhib, BDSM, spank, oral

By SM

A work of fiction for adult entertainment. You know the drill, if you’re too young and all that, don’t read it. If you want to, you can leave a message at the beep. BEEEP

Greg stared at the buxom woman in the doorway, a bit surprised at the sight the top of her boobs swelling out of her black top. His nose flared just a bit when he breathed in a bit of her scent—could it be that she was aroused? Her nipples were hard, and showing easily through the black fabric, so maybe so. He caught himself quickly enough he hoped, though, and cleared his throat.

“Hi, there . . . I’m just your neighbor from across the breezeway, saw that someone had moved in here, and thought I’d welcome you. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. My name’s Greg.” He hoped that sounded relaxed enough to cover his initial shock of seeing her voluptuous figure when his knock had been answered. He also hoped that his hard-on from seeing her boobs didn’t show to obviously from his front of this slacks.

“Oh, hello, there, Greg. That’s very nice of you. I’m Melissa. No, you’re just interrupting the unpacking . . . ugh! . . . I could use an interruption for that, anyway. Won’t you come in?” her silvery voice purred. She shook his hand, and he noticed that hers was a bit wet. He happened to rub his mustache right then, and he could of sworn his hand smelled like pussy juices. Had she been masturbating when he’d knocked? He tried to push all those thoughts quickly away, so he could continue the conversation.

“I was just on the way to the store, but I’ve got a minute, thanks.” He followed her inside, and wound through the stacks of boxes to a couch and chair that was at least partially open for use. As she turned and gestured at the couch, she brushed against his thigh with her hand, “have a seat, if you can find room . . . it’s horrible to move, especially when it feels like it’s so crowded until you unpack . . . and it takes sooo friggin’ long. Maybe you can sit there on the edge of the couch.”

Her scent was even stronger in the closeness, and when he stepped around her to sit down, his arm bumped her left boob, “oops, sorry!”

She just sort of giggled and moved back enough to let him by, which made him wonder if she’d done that on purpose. He sat down and blew out his breath. “Yeah, moving is hell . . . anything I can do to help? I’ve got tools and all that in case you need them.”

She sat down on the chair facing him, and leaned forward, revealing her cleavage even more. He caught himself looking down the front of her top, felt his face turn a bit hot and forced his eyes to look at her face.

“Well, yes, actually. I was going to hire somebody to assemble some of our furniture, and put up curtain rods and all that. I’ll be happy to just pay you, if you would like to do it.”

“I’ll be happy to do it, and we’ll see if it’s a big enough deal to pay me, and all that. Usually, putting up a few curtain rods, and so on doesn’t involve all that much. When do you want to me to do that? I work from home, so I can rearrange the time to fit your work schedule.”

“I make my living from investments, so I don’t have a work schedule. My husband died about 5 years ago, and he left me in good shape, so I don’t have to worry about working for other people, I just have to keep up with the market.”

“Oh, good. Then we can fit it in whenever you’re ready. My wife works pretty normal hours 7:30 to 4:30ish, so I try to be with her in the evenings, but otherwise, I’ll be good to go.”

“Great! So, maybe tomorrow you can start? I’d like to get this set up, so we can get the boxes sorted.”

“Sure.”

Right then, he heard a box fall in the other room, and somebody saying, “Ouch! Damn it. I can’t find my vibrator and I’m horny as a slut!”

“Easy there, Candi! We have a guest!” Melissa called out to the person in the other room. She looked at me, a bit embarrassed, and said, ”My daughter lives with me. She’s 23, and doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

A young woman came out of the bedroom, with an exaggerated expression of innocence on her face. She was obviously Melissa’s daughter, her black hair, facial features, and boobs were a match, just a bit smaller. She was very shapely, and wearing a thin dress that came down to mid-thigh. They were both dressed lightly, which made some sense when trying to unpack. But, the trade off was they were revealing a great deal of skin in places which made Greg a bit nervous.

“Candi, this is Greg, our neighbor from across the breezeway. He’s going to help use put things together, and all that so I don’t have to call around.”

“Hi, Candi,” Greg said, trying to act nonchalant, pretending that he hadn’t heard what she’d said when the box fell.

“Hi!” she reached out and shook his hand, and Greg felt moisture on her fingers, too. He forced himself not to bring it up to his mustache to smell it. Suspecting that Melissa was horny was hard enough.

Melissa got up and headed toward the kitchen, ”Would you like some coffee? At least, I know where the coffee maker is, and we just bought some coffee, so I can do that much. I just hope I can find a can opener.”

Candi sat down on the edge of one of the boxes and her dress hiked up her thigh enough to show that she was wearing some sexy panties that didn’t hide much. Greg blinked and tried to look away, but Candi put her finger to her lips as if to say “shhhh,” and she lifted her dress the rest of the way, and spread her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. They were obviously wet, and Greg could smell her arousal. Then Candi reached to each side of her waist and pulled the string which held her panties on, and she pulled them out from under herself. She showed her wet pussy to Greg, and then tossed her panties to him, which he caught in the air out of reflex, showing his total surprise. She mouthed the words, “For YOU!” to him and then covered her mouth, like she was giggling silently.

“I can’t find the can opener. Do you have one?” Melissa said from the kitchen.

“Uh . . . sure . . . but here, let me open just open it for you with my knife.” He didn’t have the foggiest idea what to do with her panties, so when he stood up and went toward the kitchen, he pushed them into his pocket. He walked around the boxes to where Melissa was standing by the can of coffee on the counter top, trying not to look flustered. Then he took out his knife and popped it into the can with his palm, and worked it around enough to get some coffee out.

Melissa was watching him closely—so, closely in fact, that her boobs were pressed rather tightly against his side and arm, and she leaned over. Of course, this made her cleavage more obviously visible, and Greg had to concentrate hard not to cut himself.

“Are these two both trying to seduce me, or are they just teasing? Am I totally imagining this?” he said to himself.

“There you are, just be careful with it until you find your can opener, and you can cut the rest of the lid off. Unless you want me to do that now. It kinda’ makes a rough edge that way, though, to it would be better if you used a can opener.”

“Thank YOU! I’ve never seen anyone do that before. You’re the best!” and reached up and kissed him on the cheek, her boobs jiggling against him even more vigorously.

“One thing for sure. They aren’t bashful, these two.”

He went back to sit down, wondering what Candi was going to do next. She just grinned at him and winked, then started playing with her pussy in front of him again. He couldn’t help but watch, and he put his left ankle up on his other knee to try to hide his hard-on.

Melissa came back in after starting the coffee, and turned around, getting ready to sit down. Candi had shifted to pull her dress down, but she wasn’t completely successful. Her mom’s eyes glanced at her, and then quickly looked back in shock.

“CANDI . . . what did you do with your panties?! . . . Fuck, do you ever need a spankin’, you little slut! . . . what the hell are you trying to do!” she shouted at her.

Candi obviously had a quick temper and flared right back at her mom, “I am TRYING to get FUCKED! You won’t let me go anywhere, and Mr. Greg is a nice guy, so I was hoping I could finally lose my virginity.”

Her mom just looked at her stunned, her mouth opening and closing, as she obviously tried to think of something to say.

Candi started to cry as she yelled at her mom, apparently the gate was open and it all spilled out: “YOU were a slut and fucked around when you were young, and now you’re an old prude! All you do is frigg yourself off—you never date, and you never let me go anywhere so I can never get a date, either. And, I’m old and a virgin, except for using vibrators all the time . . . And, then you married Tom, and you didn’t know that he was making me suck him off all the time when you were gone to the store, or asleep! He wouldn’t fuck me, but he was going to when I turned 18, and then he got killed in that wreck! So, I’m an old virgin, and old maid and nobody will ever want me! . . . And you didn’t even teach me that stuff about sex like you said you would. . . . What’s the matter, were you going to seduce Greg, and you’re jealous of me because I wanted him to fuck me?” With that outburst, she turned and ran into the back of the apartment, sobbing.

Melissa looked after her, her mouth still partially open, obviously in total shock. Her face had turned white as a sheet, and she sat down slowly.

“Uhm . . . uhm . . . I’m sorry,” she said to Greg.

“It’s ok,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m sure you don’t want to be involved with all this.”

“Why do you say that? Actually, maybe I can help. I’m willing to give it a go. Tell me what your side of it is.”

She looked at him. “Thank you. I guess it would help to talk about it with somebody. I really didn’t know how to handle much of it. . . . but, let me get you some coffee, and then I’ll try to tell you about it. Unless you’d like something stronger . . . I don’t know if you drink? Alcohol, I mean. I’ve got some Bacardi rum and some sprite, I think.”

“Actually, that sounds better. I don’t need to be drinking too much caffeine this late in the day. I’ll be awake all night. A rum and sprite sounds fine, thank you.”

She got up and got them both a rum and sprite, with ice. He sipped his, and realized it was pretty strong. She took a gulp of hers.

“I guess all our dirty past is right out there in the open for you to see, so it’s probably best if I just tell you the rest openly, too. I hope you don’t broadcast it all over, but you already know enough to embarrass me.”

“I won’t . . . nobody will know that doesn’t need to know . . . except, I’ll share it with my wife, of course, but she’s used to keeping things confidential—works for the police department. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“I understand, and thanks.” She took a deep breath . . . and another drink.

“The big shock to me is that I didn’t know anything about Tom making her do oral sex. And she said he was planning to fuck her when she turned 18. I didn’t know anything about that, at all.”

“I can understand--that would be a shock to you.”

“Actually, there’s not a lot more to tell you. She said most of it. And what she said was true. I did screw around when I was young, and that’s how I got pregnant with her. After that, I resolved to turn things around. Then, I married Tom, and he was a good husband, but then got killed in a car accident . . . as you already know, about 5 years ago. He left me with plenty of money, so I’ve been doing ok, although I don’t know that much about investing, so I’m learning that part. In the meantime I haven’t had a date or a sex partner for those years.” She looked at him, sheepishly.

“I have to admit, I was thinking about seducing you. I’ve been without sex for so long, since Tom died . . . I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. 5 years is a very long time to go without sex, especially if you’d been enjoying it before then. And, I might actually be able to help with that, too . . . I might let you seduce me,” he grinned at her.

She blushed and looked surprised, “Really? Am I . . . uhm . . . do you find me . . . uhm,” and her face turned bright red, and she waved her hand as if to cool herself.

“Yes to both . . . you’re very sexy and I do find you attractive.”

“Thank you very much . . . in fact, I’ve felt terrible about myself for a long time, but maybe I’d better go on, so I don’t die of embarrassment,” she laughed. He chuckled a bit with her, because he knew she felt very exposed.

“Uhm . . . I have been spanking her--at least, I tried to—for punishment whenever she got out of control, but obviously, I haven’t done that very well, either. I have homeschooled her all these years. That last part about teaching her about sex has been bothering me for a very long time. I should have taught her the sex education, but I ran into a problem.” She looked at him, obviously embarrassed about the topic.

“I was going to teach her, talk with her about all the sexual feelings and stuff . . . but. . . . there’s problem.“

“Ok, what’s that?”

“Well, I’m going to be embarrassed again . . . but . . ..“

“Relax . . . I promise that I won’t run away screaming. I won’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight, either.”

She laughed. “You’ve been very nice today, thank you. . . . uhm . . . the problem is that Tom and I were . . . uhm . . . I was his slave.”

“Ah . . . BDSM . . . you’re a submissive?

She looked surprised. “Yes . . . you know about that . . . lifestyle?”

“Bondage?”

“Yes.”

“And are you a pain slut?”

She nodded, looking even more surprised.

“Tit torture? Nipple chain? Pussy whipping? SLUT paddle?”

“Yes!” her eyes brightened.

“So, you need humiliation?”

“Yes! You know about all that?”

“Well, yes . . . I’m a Master.”

She actually squealed with delight and jumped over and hugged him, kissing his face and cooing.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Sir,” she sat back on the floor, blushing, realizing that she’d been way to forward. “It’s just been so long since I’ve talked with anyone about all that. I’m sorry, Sir. I was scared to go online and talk about it with others in the lifestyle, because I was afraid that Candi would discover it.”

“Oh, well,” a voice from the hallway said. “You didn’t hide it very well, Mom. It didn’t help when you got drunk and tied up your boobs and put those strong paper clamps on your nipples and whipped yourself until you fell asleep, saying ‘I’m sorry, Master’. And, I’ve seen all the videos you have in your bottom drawer, and all of them are of BDSM slaves getting punished and used. I knew you were a slave.”

Melissa blushed. “How long have you known?” she asked Candi.

“Oh, about 3 years, I guess. I looked a lot of it up online when I was over at Alice’s. She helped me buy a nipple chain and a buttplug, and some rope, so I’ve been practicing.”

She pulled off her dress over her head. Apparently, while she’d been listening, she’d tied her ample tits with the rope, tight enough to make them start to turn purple as Greg watched, and she had put her nipple chain on. He couldn’t see if she had inserted the buttplug, but he suspected she had.

Melissa looked shocked again. “And I’ve been trying to protect you from all of that this whole time.” She looked at Greg, with pain in her eyes. “Obviously, I’ve failed miserably.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mom,” Candi said. “I was about to either run away, or find an older man to serve as a fucktoy—I’m a slut by nature, you know. So, you couldn’t have protected me from that. And now, maybe you found us a Master.”

They looked at Greg.

“ . . . so, I take it you’d like to talk about being my slaves?”

“YES!” and they both jumped down on the floor and bowed to him.

“PLEASE, please, please, take me as your sex slave Master Greg, PLEASE?” Candi said as she kissed his shoe, totally naked. He could see from that angle in fact, she did have a buttplug in her ass.

“Wait, wait, wait . . . “ he said, laughing.

“Yes, Master . . . I mean, yes, Sir,” Melissa said into his other shoe. Her left boob had somehow come out of her top, and her panty-covered ass was showing under the edge of her dress, so she was no longer fully covered. Her panties were black, and also string-tied on the sides, just as Candi’s had been.

“Just sit down and let’s talk about it, first.”

They both just sat down on the floor at his feet, although Candi kept hugging his leg, whimpering a bit.

“Uhm . . . before this starts, we need to make sure a couple of things are settled.”

“Yes, Sir,” they chorused. He chuckled again.

“Well, first of all, I will need to tell my wife—who is My long-time slave—and discuss it with her. I’ve had other slaves before during our marriage, so that’s not likely to be a problem, but I don’t keep secrets from her, and I told her that I wouldn’t take on any other slaves without her knowing about it. You will need to meet her, so if she has any issues about it, they would need to be worked out before I accept you as my slaves.”

“Yes, Sir,” Melissa said, somewhat anxiously. Candi was just looking scared. “What if she doesn’t like us?” she asked.

“I don’t think that will be a problem, but, to be honest, I’m not willing to create so much stress in my marriage with her that I would continue forward with you, if she really had serious misgivings about it. We are a lifestyle Master/slave married couple, and we’ve gone through a lot together, and I’m not going to sabotage it for anyone.”

“Yes, Sir . . . I understand,” she said.

“And the second thing that you need to understand is that I only do long-term relationships with slave/lovers. If you’re not willing to commit to at least 6 years, I’m not going for it. The best levels of intimacy don’t even start until about then.”

“That’s true,” Melissa said. “And I agree to that. I definitely need a Master. I’ll give you total control of my life, if all goes well with your wife/slave, Sir.”

“We’ll see about that. However, that may be a problem for you, Candi. You might be tempted to connect with a guy and want to get married. If you have that in mind, then it probably wouldn’t be good for Me to become your long-term Master. The only way that would work is if you found a cuckold, who would marry you, knowing you were still going to be My slave.”

“I don’t want to ever get married, Sir. All I’ve heard about marriage is bad. When Tom was married to Mom, all he did was complain about her to me, and then make me suck him off. And I don’t want to become and ‘old maid’ . . . I want to be fucked, and if you fuck me, I’ll be loyal to you for the rest of my life, I swear it, Sir.”

Melissa looked at her with pain in her eyes. “All he did was complain about me?”

“I’m sorry, Mom, but yeah . . . he said you didn’t obey him completely and he didn’t get enough sex and . . . he wasn’t very honest with you . . . and he said you weren’t very honest with him, either.”

Melissa’s face had an expression of deep pain, with tears in her eyes. She looked at Greg, “I had no idea.”

“Well, then, you’ll have to make a point of being very honest with me. And, you’ll have to live with me being very honest with you. I won’t tolerate otherwise—and that’s the way I’ve always been, but I’ll be especially so, maybe even to the point of being blunt with you, since that’s obviously been a problem before. If you can’t handle that, then I’m not going to become your Master.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand, and . . . I accept that.”

“Sir, may I ask a question?” Candi asked.

“Certainly, you may.”

“Uhm . . . even if you don’t become my Master, or our Master . . . would you be willing to . . . uhm . . . teach me about sex? I mean, for real, like . . . uhm . . . fuck me and show me about things . . . uhm . . . like the pain stuff and bondage . . . and . . . stuff like that?”

He looked at her, considering.

“I’m not sure if that would be a good idea or not. Let’s see how it goes about you becoming my slave, and then we’ll work from there. The one thing I AM willing to do for both of you is to give you a good spanking, because it’s obvious that you both need that.”

“YES! . . . I mean, yes, Sir,” Melissa said.

Candi’s eyes brightened, “May I go first, Sir?”

He laughed again. “Ok, . . . do you have a paddle?”

“Yes,” they said again in unison, then looked at each other.

“What kind of paddle do you have?” Melissa asked her daughter, surprised.

“I bought a SLUT paddle. Yours is just a ping pong paddle. Boring!”

“You shouldn’t be digging into my stuff.”

“Oh, well . . . too late, Mom.”

Melissa opened her mouth to respond to that, but Greg broke in, “OK, you can argue about that later. Go get the SLUT paddle, Candi, and bring it here.”

As Candi went to get it, Melissa looked at him, “I’m sorry, Sir . . .”

“. . . yeah, I know . . . you’re out of control . . . hence, I’m going to spank you.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “You understand. You’re a good Master, I can tell.” They moved some boxes around to give Greg more room on the couch.

Candi returned and handed him the leather paddle, with the word ‘SLUT’ cut into it, so it would leave that imprint on impacted skin, and then she crawled over his lap. Her skin was hot with anticipation, especially her tied boobs which were purple, her nipples pinched by the clamps, and her cunt was dripping even before he began. He pulled her nipple chain a bit, and she jumped, hissing from the sharp pain.

“Give me your panties,” He commanded Melissa.

“Yes, Sir,” and she reached down and untied them and handed them to Him. He took them and stuffed them into Candi’s mouth. Candi moaned, sucking on them, as though she loved the flavor of her mom’s cunt juices, which might have been true, but it was clear that being treated like a real slut was adding to the taste.

SMACK! He brought the SLUT paddle down on her ass. She squealed into the panty-gag, and kicked her feet a bit, but she clearly wasn’t trying to get away.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She squealed and jumped, and then started to breathe hard, like she was gasping from the pain through the panty gag.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ok, turn over,” He commanded. She struggled around and laid back across his legs, her tied purple boobs sticking up. “Open your legs, slut!” She did, cringing a bit, knowing what was coming.

SMACK! SMACK! Across her cunt lips. She came from the unbelievable sensations. Her mom was watching intently, unabashedly masturbating furiously, her dress pulled up and her other hand pinching her exposed nipple. Her eyes were full of lust, and her cheeks were red with arousal.

Then, he reached down and untied the rope around Candi’s boobs and jerked it off, so the blood rushed back into them. She came again much longer, almost screaming into the panty gag, until she no longer had any breath.

After she had settled down, he helped her up, the head rush making her pretty dizzy, so he slowed her movements and held her while her eyes showed that her world was spinning. He told Melissa to get a glass of water, and took the panties out of her mouth, helping her have a sip of water when her mom brought it. When she finally caught her breath, she just put her arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth, obviously using her tongue.

He broke the kiss and pushed her back, although she obviously wanted to continue.

“You’re welcome,” he said, laughing again.

“That was INCREDIBLE! . . . You made me cum so hard . . . it was unbelievable! . . . Sir! I SOOOOOO want you to be my Master, and fuck me . . . an’ . . . ” He interrupted her, laughing and putting his hand over her mouth.

“Yes, baby . . . I know . . . slow down . . . we’ll see . . . shhhh . . . shhhhh,” He told her.

It took her awhile to settle, but she finally did. He turned to Melissa then, who was looking at him with shining eyes.

“You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Well, yes. I told you that I’m a Master, and I am that in all senses of the word.”

Melissa was extremely turned on from watching her daughter get spanked. She lifted her dress off over her head, and then stood in from of Greg with her head bowed demurely, her hands behind her back, her legs spread a bit. Greg could see that the insides of her thighs were wet. He reached out and pulled one of her nipples, pinching it a bit. She made a small sound in her throat, but otherwise didn’t move, allowing him to pull her boob out without interference.

“You’ve been a bad slave, haven’t you? And, a bad mother.”

“Yes, Sir, I have.”

“I think it’s time to let Candi grow up. She’s 23, after all. And, she’s obviously been trying to become a woman, at least in the sexual sense.”

“Yes, Sir. I realize that now.”

“I’m going to spank your ass 10 strokes, then 5 for each of your tits, then to for your cunt. That should give you a memory to help you make the change.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I do need help.”

“Ok, so I’ll help with that, even if you two don’t become my slaves. If you keep interfering with Candi’s growth, there will be more punishment.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Yes, thank you, Sir,” Candi added.

“Over my lap, face down,” he said to Melissa.

“Yes, Sir.” As she was moving down across his lap, he fondled and squeezed her boobs roughly, and when she got into position, he reached between her legs from behind and finger fucked her wet cunt a bit.

“By the way,” he asked, “were you masturbating when I knocked on the door?”

“Yes,” they both said, then looked at each other and laughed.

“I thought so. Your hands were wet and smelled like pussy, you know,” he said. Melissa blushed, and Candi grinned. He played with her boobs and cunt some more and she arched and spread her legs to give him easy access to her body.

She moaned happily, and settled in. He took her panties from off the couch where he’d laid them, rubbed them on her pussy lips to get them good and juiced, and then put them into her mouth. Her skin radiated heat from her anticipation.

Then, he started spanking her with the SLUT paddle, slowly and deliberately, hesitating between each stroke, so she didn’t know when the next one was coming. She squealed with each one, panting through the gag when he finished.

“Turn over.” She did, her skin sweaty and hot, and her thigh muscles quivering. He started on her left tit, then her right and since her boobs were very large, he had room to imprint “SLUT” all over them. Her nipples were standing up, hard and stiff, and she moaned and whimpered. Then, finally, he started on her cunt. Reflexively, she closed her legs on the first pop.

“Open your legs and keep them open. If you close them enough to interfere with my next stroke, I’ll have to start over. Is that clear?” he asked her. She nodded vigorous, and reached down and grabbed the outside of her legs to pull them open. This time, he got all 10 in, although she started to cum on the last time and closed her legs somewhat. He judged that was enough, though, so when she came out of her orgasm he lifted her upright into a sitting position, and took the panties out of her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, when she’d caught her breath. “I already feel much better, like it’s a relief.”

“Yeah, you need a spanking fairly often, or you’ll start feeling too responsible for everything.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. “I sure hope your wife is ok with us. . . . I was thinking, I wonder if she’d like to go shopping with me? She probably knows where the good stores are around here. I’ll be happy to buy her lunch.”

“Sounds like a good plan, but you’ll have to ask her yourself. I was planning to call her in a minute anyway, so I’ll put you on the phone and you can ask her.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She reached over and got her drink and took a sip of rum and coke. She sat back against the couch, obviously with no intention of getting dressed. Candi was recovering from her own orgasm from watching her mom get spanked. While Greg had been spanking her mom’s cunt, he had seen her slap her own pussy at the same time. She sat there on the floor, looking at Greg’s pants.

“I see you’ve enjoyed spanking us, Sir. Don’t you need us to take care of that?” nodding at his hard-on.

He chuckled a bit. “In a minute, I’m going to call my wife and let your mom talk with her. If you’d like to act like a total slut and suck on me while I’m doing that, just remember to be quiet, and don’t make me cum until after we’re off of the phone.”

Her eyes brightened up again, “Yes, Sir. I’ll do it right, I promise. The only thing is you’ll have to let me know if you’re too close to cumming. I love the taste of cum, and I swallow, so please cum in my mouth.” He nodded, and took out his cell phone while she started opening his pants. He hit the speed dial, and started talking with his wife, telling her he’d met the new neighbors and that they were hiring him to put their stuff together, hang the curtain rods, and all that. “And, Melissa wants to ask you something . . . “ and handed his cell to her.

While they were talking, he sipped his rum and coke and watched Candi suck on his cock. She was pretty good at it, so he had to put his hand on her head and slow her down a bit. He had to make her stop for a bit, so he could settled back down, then Melissa said, “Do you want to finish talking with your hubby or were you done?” She was done, so Melissa shut off the phone and handed it back to him.

“She wants to go shopping tomorrow, since she’d already taken off work. So, if you want to get started doing the curtains and things, I will go with her and Candi can take care of you,” she said, grinning at Candi’s blowjob efforts. Candi teased his balls and licked and sucked deep—she’d obviously learned how to take a cock pretty deep, although it wasn’t exactly ‘deep throat” level. Greg tensed and Candi started sucking harder and swallowing. A drop of cum escaped from the corner of her mouth, but otherwise, she swallowed his whole load. She cooed and licked the corner of her mouth to get it all.

“Your cum tastes good, Sir.”

“You’re pretty good at that,” Greg said.

“Thank you, Sir. I want to be good at fucking, too. I want to be a good slave . . . and a pain-slut and a cumdump and a nasty cunt and a whore and a fucktoy and . . . well, everything!”

He laughed. “You’ve gotten obsessed with being a sex object, have you?”

“Yes, I dream about it all the time, and I’ve watched porn, trying to figure out how to do stuff, but it’s hard when you can’t try it with a real person. I did suck on Alice’s pussy and we did 69 until we both came, so I got to practice some with a woman. We didn’t buy any strap-on’s because we were starting to worry that Aunt Michelle would catch one of the deliveries, so we chickened out.”

Melissa looked surprised again. “Your cousin is lesbian?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think she’s bi-sexual. She wants to fuck guys, too, but her mom won’t let her, like you.”

Melissa looked at Greg. “My sister. She had a similar struggle with sleeping around when we were young, and she got pregnant the year after I did. She’s not as well off financially as I am now, so I help her out that way from time to time, but she has to work. We’re very much alike, Michelle and I, I mean. And it appears that our daughters are very much alike, too.”

She turned back to Candi, “So, does my sister know about you and Alice and the toys and all of this?”

“I don’t think so, Mom. We hid it pretty well, only did stuff when she was at work, and we managed to intercept the deliveries of the toys, so she didn’t know anything about them. But please don’t tell her.”

“I’ll think about it.” Then she turned back to Greg. “Well, Sir, you’ve made our day much better. There is hope for better things. I do hope it works out for you to be our Master.”

“I hope so, too. You obviously need a Master, that’s for sure.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Candi said, grinning. They were both still naked while he was on his way out, and hugged and kissed him very enthusiastically, their boobs making quite an impression, as it were. He went back to his apartment, wondering how he got out of there without fucking them.

The next day, he brought his tools over, and his wife came with him to their apartment so she could go shopping with Melissa. Melissa was ready, had a list of things they needed, and after the introductions, they headed out to shop. Greg was pleased that Candi appeared to be dressed casually, but more or less normally, in jeans and a short sleeve shirt that was fairly modest. She even had a regular bra on.

“I’ll call you when we’re headed home so you can help carry stuff up the stairs, honey,” Greg’s wife, Cheryl, said to him as she kissed him on her way out.

“Ok, no problem,” he replied.

As soon as her mom left, though, Candi obviously had other plans. While Greg started getting out his tools, and drilling the mounts for the first curtain rod, she went back to her room. When she returned, she looked like a model right out of Frederick’s of Hollywood. A purple garter held up thigh-high stockings,g-string, stiletto heels, and a push up half-bra which allowed enough room for her to put her nipple clamps on—all with matching in purple. Even the cord that joined her nipple clamps was purple. She had used a lot of purple makeup to make her face look like a whore, and she was grinning broadly when she came over to Greg.

“Do I look sexy? Mom had all these things packed away, but she brought them out for me last night. They don’t really fit her anymore, so I have a lot of sexy lingerie now! Mom has really opened up to me, after yesterday, so she’s talking to me like I’m an adult. But, I know I’m not really very mature, except physically, I mean, so I have still have a lot of growing up to do . . . and . . . ” She chattered away, and Greg smiled at her. She finally realizing that she had been going on and on, but came back to her first question, “I’m sorry for talking so much. I get tired of talking only with mom all the time. So, do I look sexy?”

“Very sexy!” he told her quite honestly.

She blushed, and waved her hand to her face, like her mom had done the day before. “Uhm . . . thank you . . . uhm . . . could you do something for me today, Sir? I mean, I know we have to wait about the Master/slave part, but could you maybe?”

“Depends on what you want me to do. I do need to get these curtain rods up and assemble those shelves and your desk, and set up your mom’s computer today—she’s paying me, after all. What is it you want?”

“Uhm . . . I was reading about a Master who would give assignments to his slaves, like use the vibrator, but they couldn’t cum and . . . “

“Yes, I know all about that.”

“Could we just pretend a little, and you could maybe give me some assignments? Please?”

He considered that. If he didn’t, he was fairly sure that she’d be chattering away at him which would make it hard to get things done.

“Ok.”

“YAY!” and she jumped into his arms and kissed him. His hands were full of tools, so he couldn’t defend himself at the time. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir!”

Then she bowed at his feet, and asked, “How may I serve you today, Sir?”

“Go put your buttplug in and use a vibe on medium to pump in and out of your cunt 10 times slowly, and each time, you say, “I’m a slut,” or, “I’m a nasty cunt,” or whatever. But, you can’t cum. Then go and watch some porn or read an erotic story. Then do that again every 15 minutes for an hour, so 4 times per hour. Then report back to me. Remember you can’t cum. And take your nipple clamps off for now. You don’t want to cause damage to them by pinching them too long.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” And she ran off to her room.

About an hour later, he heard her say, “Excuse me, Sir, I’m here to report,” and he turned around to find her bowing to him again.

“Report.”

“I did as you said, Sir. I put my buttplug in, and used the vibe on medium to pump in and out of my cunt 10 times slowly every 15 minutes, and then read an erotic story while I wait for the next time. My computer or the DVD isn’t set up, so I couldn’t watch porn yet. I’m so horny, my skin is jumping. May I please cum?”

“No. Go do that same assignment again for another hour, and then I’ll see if I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” And she got up and went back to her room.

He got another hour’s work done, and he heard, “Yes, Sir, I’m h-h-here t-t-to re-report.”

“Ok, report.”

“I d-did as you sus-said, Sir. I’m s-s-so horny, now, I c-c-can b-b-barely talk.”

“So you were obedient and didn’t cum.”

“Yes, S-Sir . . . I mu-mean, n-n-no, Sir, I d-d-didn’t cum. M-m-may I p-p-p . . ..” She apparently couldn’t quite say the rest of that.

“You’ve done pretty well for a beginning slave. Now, put open your legs toward me and thrust your fingers into your cunt, like you did the vibe and tell me that you’re a slut and all that, like you did . . . and on the 10^th one, you may cum, but not before.

“Yess-s-Sir,” and she moved until she her legs were open wide, moved her very soaked panties aside and used her finger in her cunt.

“I’m a s-slut.”

“I’m a n-nasty f-fucktoy.” . . . and so on, until she hit the 10^th one, and she curled up, clamping her thighs around her hand, came and came and came, and then passed out. Luckily the floor was padded and carpeted, or she would have made a nasty bruise on her head when she fell back. Greg went over to make sure she was breathing ok, and then let her sleep, putting a small pillow from the couch under her head, and getting glass of water for when she woke up.

When she came to, he was still putting together the desk in that same room, so he heard her stir. He helped her sit up slowly, and gave her the glass of water.

“Wow . . . I came really big and everything went black. What happened?”

“You blacked out from cumming so hard. It happens. My first wife used to do that, and she’d be out for a short while, then she come out of it and go back to being her bitchy self.”

“Wow . . . I’m still horny, so I guess I go back to being my slutty self, maybe?”

“Heheh, probably so.”

“That was a wonderful assignment, Sir. Can I suck on your cock now, please? I have this enormous craving for your cum,” and she looked up at him and blinked her eyes innocently.

He laughed, “You’re a slut alright. . . . Let me think a minute.” She didn’t say anything, but she did reach out and rub his crotch a bit, mewing. He thought through what he needed to get done. The curtain rods were all mounted, the book shelf was assembled, one desk assembled, and the second one almost done, the bed frames was bolted back together in Melissa’s room, but not Candi’s bed frame.

“Before you do that, I’m going to finish putting this desk together, and then all that’s left is your bed frame.”

“Oh, goody! Then after you put it together you can get in bed—or at least on the bed, and I can suck your cock, Sir? You know . . . to test it, take it out for a spin?”

“Heheh, ok . . . I guess.”

“It’s after 1 o’clock, Sir. Can I make you a drink?”

He considered what was left, and said, “Ok, I guess, I’m almost done.” She went to the kitchen and he worked on the desk. He had almost got it finished when she came back with his rum and sprite, and one for her.

He took a sip. It was almost pure rum. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

She grinned mischievously, “Yes, to take advantage of you.”

He laughed and rubbed her cheek with his hand. She leaned into his hand, and kissed his palm. “You’ve already taken advantage enough of me today. Take this back and split it into about 3 glasses and just add sprite, ok? I do want to get these things done.”

“Yes, Sir,” and she went back, cheerfully, apparently because he hadn’t gotten mad at her teasing. The drink she brought back was better, but still a bit strong. He sipped it and finished assembling the desk.

“All that’s left is your bed frame.”

“Right this way, Sir. I get to lead you to my bedroom! I do hope you’ll find your stay to be very enjoyable, and I hope you return many times. We have a special on for today, two blowjobs for the price of one,” she said, in a voice like she was showing him the Hilton Presidential suite, her arm sweeping toward the door.

“You are rather funny!” he said, chuckling, and went into her bedroom. She grinned at him, obviously enjoying the game.

“You can make yourself useful here by holding parts of your bed frame while I bolt them together,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” and she proceeded to do just that, and was actually quite helpful, although very distracting with her nipples showing, her sexy lingerie, her cunt still pretty soaked and smelling like she’d just cum.

When the last piece was bolted in, she hopped over the bed and wrapped her arms around him again.

“Ready to go for a spin on my bed, Sir? Remember today’s special!”

“Two blowjobs for the price of one. What does one cost me?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Quite cheap . . . er, inexpensive, Sir. Just say ‘yes’ when I ask if I can suck on your cock. Can I suck on your cock, Sir?”

“Yes, although, just one for now . . . I’ll take a raincheck on the double.” He laid back on the bed, which didn’t have any sheets or blankets on it yet.

“Yes, Sir,” she grinned, as she quickly opened his pants and started sucking.

It didn’t take long, after watching her boobs jiggle, all of that lingerie and slave assignments and her being rather fun all day. After she drank down his cum, he sat up and started sipping his drink.

“Thank you Sir,” she said sweetly.

“Let’s go back out to the living room,” he told her. “But get dressed back in the clothes you had on this morning. I think your mom and my wife will be getting close to being shopped out pretty soon.”

“Yes, Sir, but I do need to wash up a bit,” she said sheepishly.

“Yes, that, too. You smell like you’ve cum about 10 times.”

“Well, it was the strongest cum I’ve ever had. I had no idea that I could even do that! I’ve had a wonderful time with you today, Sir, and I really hope you will become my Master,” and reached up and kissed him, and then went to wash up and change.

She had just returned to the living room in her other clothes when his wife called and said they were on the way home. He had decided to hook up the TV, DVD player and stereo, so he hooked up the last speaker wire, and then went outside, and Candi came along to help. The van arrived and he began taking the numerous sacks of groceries and household items up the stairs, with both women directing him as to where each sack went. When the unloading was done, they both took him into Melissa and Candi’s apartment, and Candi gave him his second strong drink of the 3 she’d made previously. When they came in, Cheryl and Melissa were obviously having a great time, and sat on the couch together, and Greg sat on the chair. Candi was obviously in a good mood, too, so she asked everyone what they wanted, and served drinks.

“We have rum and coke, and coke and rum . . . and rum and coke . . . and ice,” she said, grinning. “What will you have, . . . may I call you Cheryl? I don’t know what to call you.”

“Cheryl is fine, dear. I guess I’ll have a rum and coke then, although go lightly on the rum, lots of ice. Rum isn’t one of my favorites. Your mom and I bought some premixed martini’s and some wine and other drinks, but I have no idea which sacks they’re in, so that can wait.” After Candi had finished serving the drinks, Cheryl continued.

“We have some important things to talk about. Melissa has told me pretty much what happened yesterday, and she asked me if it would be ok with me if Greg took you both on as His slaves. Years ago, he agreed not to take on any other slaves without discussing it with me, for our marriage’ sake. I think you already knew that.”

“Yes?” Candi said, expectantly.

“I only have three conditions. One is that you both need to understand that my marriage with Greg is permanent, and you must always respect that and never do ANYTHING to damage it or our jobs or public reputation in ANY way. The second one is that neither of you lie to me, nor hide anything from me about us, like doing something behind my back that you know would be upsetting to me personally—not ever. And the third is a very personal thing, and that is, if you have sex with Greg, it cannot be in our bed unless I’m there having sex with you, too. It can be on top of it, if you put another blanket or quilt on top of it, but not ‘in’ our bed. That’s just a personal thing with me. If you can accept those 3 things completely, then I’m in favor.”

“YAY!” Candi jumped up and danced around, and almost knocked over the lamp which was precariously perched on one of the boxes nearby. “OH, sorry,” she said. They all laughed.

So after talking it over some completely, it was settled.

Greg now had 3 slaves. Everybody seemed quite pleased.

Later that evening, after all the food had been put up, Cheryl told Greg that Melissa had been great fun, and she’d been quite open about her past, and how Candi had blurted out everything the day before. Greg told her about what Candi had done and said earlier that day, and they both laughed at her humor.

“I really laughed at the special deal thing—2 blowjobs for the price of one. She can really be quite humorous.”

“Melissa could become quite a good friend, it seems to me,” Cheryl told him.

“I think you’ll like Candi, too, when you get time with her.”

“Probably. They need friends, too, as well as a Master.”

“Do you think Melissa could become a lover, too . . . with you, I mean,” Greg asked her, knowing that Cheryl was bisexual. “She’s pretty sexy. Candi, too, although knowing you, she’s too young for you.”

“Yeah, you’re right about Candi, she’s too young for me. With Melissa, it could develop, alright . . . I’m not going to rush it, though. I really had a wonderful time with her today,” she replied.

“That’s fine, take your time,” he said. It was a good beginning for all of them.

(Continued in Part 2 here)

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