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DAPHNE'S DIARY OF ELEGANCE AND DECADENCE-- Part Two
Written by Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Copyright (c)2002 by the author.
***
PART TWO---The Smallest Club in the World
(Mdom/cd, bd, nc, beast, tg, fetish, fant/ped, Fdom/cd, v)
***
He left me lying on the den carpet and left the room. I
sobbed quietly, overcome with mixed feelings of shame and
desire after the erotic teasing and spanking He had
administered to me. I heard him unlock a door in another
part of the house, and was suddenly rigid with fear that He
had opened the Chamber.
He reentered the den and got me up on my knees, then pulled
the drool-soaked rag from my mouth and replaced it with a
pear shaped vinyl gag, 4"x2." I gagged as he forced it
against the back of my throat but willed myself to accept
it and did. I looked him defiantly in the eye even though
my mascara was a mess from my tears. The Prof had a
maniacal gleam in his eyes that told me that He was over
the edge too and enjoying Himself immensely.
"Are you ready to see the Chamber, Daphne?"
All I could do was shake my head No, and mmmmph into the
gag. He came behind me and carefully fastened a leather
blindfold on me, taking care not to muss my ponytail
(always considerate of a girl's feelings was my Prof).
He got me up, still handcuffed, and in high heels, and led
me through the house, presumably toward the Chamber where
the horrors awaited. We came to a door which he opened and
he had me step in... but there were no stairs....
"No, Daphne, this is not The Chamber. You are not quite
ready to go there. But I have a surprise for you in this
room that you'll never forget as long as you live."
He roughly pulled me forward into the room and forced me on
my knees onto a coarse woolen carpet. I felt the edge of a
small heavy table as He uncuffed me, then tied my arms and
legs to the table legs to restrain me from anything other
than lifting my head. I smelled grease oil and
lubricants... I was in His garage.
"Hold still while I do this. The need for it will be
apparent soon enough." I felt the Prof's large fingers
begin to apply lube to my anus, and in moments his middle
finger was in my rectum probing for my prostate. He
suddenly withdrew and placed the finger under my nose.
"Notice the unusual odor of this lube? I mix it myself.
They find it irresistibly arousing and it stimulates
maximum sexual performance in them."
"Them?" I wondered. A chill shot through my body and
goosebumps appeared as I suddenly realized....
He was at another door. "Yes, Daphne, I can see you
understand. You are about to join one of the smallest clubs
in the world. You must do exactly as I say or you could be
badly injured. Will you obey me completely?"
What could I do but nod my assent, even though my skin was
crawling.
I heard the dogs enter and move toward me.
Even though the Prof videotaped the entire scene in the
garage, I haven't yet had the courage to view the tape and
watch what the dogs did to me. But the memory of it all
remains vivid in my mind...
The two Rhodesians had been assiduously trained by the Prof
to be prodigious sexual performers with human partners. I
know for a fact that He had spent a lot of time on his
knees with them. Now it was my turn and I was helpless to
prevent it. My cock shriveled in anxiety and fear. This was
depravity beyond all imagination.
I felt a hot rough tongue begin to lick my anus greedily
and sloppily until I felt thick canine saliva running down
my ass onto my garters and stockings. The tongue then
penetrated my anus and rectum. I screamed in fear and
pleasure, but this seemed to merely provoke faster and
deeper oral penetrations by two long tongues.
"Daphne, my love, you are about to experience the
ultimate...anal and oral sodomization by these magnificent
animals. I have withheld sex from them for weeks and they
are ravenous for sexual release. As you can feel, they not
only accept you as a sex partner but are fascinated by the
fact that you're a man but look like a little girl.
I can relate to this myself, as you know. I will assist
them to a certain extent, but everyone's satisfaction
depends on your performance as their bottom. Since you can
move your head a little, I must warn you not to jerk or
move suddenly as they fuck your mouth and throat. At times
they can be rough as they force you to deep throat but you
must be utterly passive or they will bite you most
painfully."
Having spoken these chilling words, the Prof began
positioning his pets to consummate their inhuman lust on
me. I felt one dog's paws on my back and his knees against
the backs of my thighs. Just like an expert cocksman, he
gently rested the tip of his weird cock against my anus and
waited for the Prof to give the order. In front of me I
heard sucking and slurping sounds...then a light human
moan...the Prof was sucking the other dog.
"How generous and thoughtful of him to prepare the animal
for me," I thought insanely. Then I realized that the Prof
couldn't resist his own obsessive urges and was merely
being greedy. Somehow I resented this and wished fervently
that I be allowed to satisfy. Seconds later I got my
chance.
The Prof rudely jerked the vinyl gag out of my mouth and
moved his dog into position with paws over my shoulders and
up on hind legs. He forced my head down with one hand and
guided the dog's fully erect cock with the other, until the
glans touched my lips. It was slick with the Prof's saliva.
In what I hoped would be a memorable gesture, I pursed my
lips and gently kissed the glans. Both dogs and the Prof
sighed at the sight of this, and my own cock began to
stiffen as emotions surged in all of us.
"Now," was the only thing He said, and the dogs rammed
their stiff penises into my throat and up my ass at the
same moment.
It can be safely said that my life changed forever in that
moment. Whatever vestiges of manly pride and
heterosexuality I had left were swept away by the
overwhelming sensation of bondage ass and throat-rape which
had been orchestrated by the Prof and carried out by
trained beasts with the sex instincts of the Great Masters
of Homosexual Rape. The tips of their weirdly shaped
penises struck the back of my throat and the curve of my
sigmoid at the same moment of initial thrust, causing a
blinding flash of pain and sexual stimulation such as I had
never known.
I felt as if my internal body had been greatly compressed
or shortened, and the two penises felt only inches apart,
thrusting and ripping through the sexflesh of my throat,
stomach and intestines. How I controlled my gag impulse
I'll never know, but it must have been the Prof's threat of
severe injury from their biting.
The Prof told me later that he almost stopped the dogs at
one point because he thought no one could endure their
vicious, brutal and rapid thrusts. Their powerful hind legs
produced a pistoning speed which He said was just a blur. I
began to hallucinate--my anus was connected directly to my
mouth by a straight tube of colon, a flesh tunnel through
which roared enormous trains of penismeat.
The Prof watched each dog carefully for signs of impending
orgasm, and when the flanks of the front dog began to
quiver, He quickly whispered in my ear, "Whatever happens,
you must not swallow a single drop." The base of the dog's
penis began to swell and flare so wide I couldn't get my
mouth around it (although I tried). The dog howled and I
felt a jet of semen hit the back of my throat. Within
seconds, my mouth was full and bulging with at least a half
pint of warmthickdelicious dogsperm.
What happened next was probably the most erotic thing that
ever happened to me. The Prof carefully pulled the
fantastic penis from my mouth and said "Give it to me" and
placed His mouth over mine. It took a second for me to
realize what he wanted and then I opened my mouth to his
and felt the fabulous oyster of dogsperm slide slowly onto
his tongue and fill his mouth. I frenched him and our
tongues licked each other coated with hot slimy dogsperm
and time stood still.
The sheer sexuality of the kiss caused my prostate to
involuntarily cramp, sending a stream of pre-cum jetting
onto the bondage table's side. My dog, sensing my rock-hard
prostate and smelling the other dog's cum and seeing us
shift the wad of dogsperm, reacted quickly. My rectum felt
a swelling as big as an apple, followed by screaming pain
as the swollen penis jerked in and out of my anus. In
seconds, my rectum was flooded with waves of dogsperm. I
could feel him cum. He howled and then we all howled
together, as primitive and bestial a sight as one could
ever imagine.
The Prof moved around and helped my dog remove his penis..
As the flared base suddenly cleared my straining anus and
the cock slipped out, the Prof jammed a Triple Ripple into
my anus. He said, "There is simply no better intestinal
lubricant than dogsperm, and you will need every drop when
the first 12" of the Alien penetrates you later tonight."
That's when I realized that in spite of the incredible sex
scenes the Prof had just put me through, I had yet to have
my first ejaculation.
The Prof released me from the bondage table and untied the
leather blindfold, and I simply slumped onto the rough
garage carpet. The Prof lay down behind me and we spooned
together. I opened my legs and he pushed his erect cock
between my thighs so that his glans rested just beneath my
scrotum.
The dogs stretched out in front of us and relaxed. The
penis of one of them was only inches from my face, and I
was startled to see a beautiful pearl of after-cum appear
on the glans. The dog turned his head and looked at the
pearl and then looked directly at me and then back to the
pearl.
"Go ahead," said the Prof who was watching this
extraordinary man/dog scenario.
I looked directly into the dog's eyes and leaned forward
and touched just the tip of my tongue to the pearl, then
lightly penetrated the urethra, and then slowly lifted away
so that the pearl elongated into a semen-strand about 3"
long running from his glans to my tongue-tip.
The dog's eyes widened and he began to pant lightly. I
could tell the other dog and the Prof were watching us.
Ever so slowly I lifted until the strand pulled all the
pearl away from the dog's penis and swung back against my
chin and cheek. I looked directly at the other dog and then
lay my head on the carpet.
What happened next was so beautiful that I cried with joy.
Both dogs came to me and begin licking the dogsperm and
then the Prof leaned over and licked too as the dogs took
turns licking strands of their semen out of my mouth and
then from the Prof's mouth as well.
We rested in this loving embrace until He whispered in my
ear, "It's a good thing my Chamber is sound-proofed because
they'd want to be in there if they heard your screams when
the Alien begins to rape you."
I said, "Let them be there," and they were.
***
The Prof left the dogs in the garage and took me upstairs
to his private dressing room where he tenderly began to
clean me up. I was a mess--lipstick gone, makeup streaked
from tears, drool and dog licking, semen and saliva stains
on my little girl dress and lube all over my panties,
garters and nylons. Of course I was in some sort of shock
and burst into tears when I saw my reflection in His
mirror. He quickly produced a fresh glass of wine and gave
me a 5mg Valium to steady me. He also apologized.
"Daphne, darling, I should have known that my pets might be
too rough for you. I'm not easily shocked, but the way they
violated you, the sheer animal fury of it, has deeply
shaken me. Oh darling please forgive me."
His loving apology moved me and I instantly forgave him.
After all, I had survived, hadn't I? I kissed his hands and
showered praise on him for staging the surprise attack.
"You were right to surprise me with it...If I had known, I
would have fled. And just think what I would have missed."
The wine and Valium were bringing me back into the kinky
party atmosphere and I was suddenly sex-hungry again. I
told him so.
"I want to go to the Chamber now, please." I fluttered my
eyelashes coyly but my husky voice betrayed the deep need I
was expressing. "I want to pleasure you, to be fucked by
you and to let you indulge your fantasies with me."
"Oh, God," he whispered. I could see that I had said
exactly what He had wanted to hear. Already on his knees,
he gently pulled me down to the dressing room floor where I
rolled onto my back. I put my legs around his waist and my
arms around his neck, and we kissed passionately for a long
time. "Daphne, you are more than a woman," he said
earnestly and then we both laughed. I felt giddy.
"My Chamber was designed with fantasy in mind, since you
mention it. In fact most of the rooms have a fantasy theme,
and my inheritance made it possible for me to spend
whatever was necessary to equip each room to the highest
level of pseudo-reality." (The Prof has long been known to
b.s. and has always been a notorious bragger). I said
"Darling I'm yours to use and abuse. Where do we start?"
He regarded me thoughtfully and then said "We'll start in
the nursery." I was not surprised. Somehow I had always
known that someday I would "Be Your Baby Tonight" after he
had confided many of His deepest desires to me in his
sexvan last summer.
"Meet me in the E room in 5 minutes. Take everything off
below your waist. Get on the gyno table and put your legs
in the stirrups."
I did what he said and was in position when He entered the
E room. He had rolled another number which we shared while
he shaved every hair off my body south of my navel. As he
shaved my scrotum and anus I asked him to replace the butt
plug which had been holding in all the dogsperm. He
refused, saying that it would come out soon enough. Before
long I was just as high and horny as I had been before
being spanked, and He was too.
My cock looked strange with no pubes around it, but I did
like the way it looked bigger somehow. The kinkiness of the
situation caused me to semi-erect and the Prof noticed. As
he finished de-nuding my legs, he began to fondle my cock
and balls and then spent ten fantastic minutes sucking and
deep throating me with an easy grace and skill gained from
a lifetime of World-Class Cocksucking. He knew just when to
stop. We both watched my cock twitch and jerk but not come.
Bravo.
He told me to go to my room and reapply my makeup, and to
replace the blonde ponytail with the red pigtails he had
noticed in my room (and obviously liked). He said to put on
my "kindergarten" pinafore, fresh white stockings, and my
"mary janes" and to lie on my bed when finished. I was very
excited and it didn't take long to do. He came in carrying
baby powder and baby oil and a cloth diaper. He powdered,
patted and pinned, and sure enough I had become His Baby.
Effortlessly he picked me up in His powerful arms and
carried me like a bride downstairs into the Chamber. He
kicked the door shut with one foot and the massive padded
door automatically locked itself. He carried me down a
short flight of stairs that ended in a hall running almost
the length of the house. There were 4 rooms on each side of
the hall and a single very large room at the end. All rooms
were closed but I noticed that each door had an outside
peephole (most of the Prof's friends were voyeurs as well
as perverts).
Before we went into the first room on the left, He said
"The room at the end is my workshop and is also the main
supply room for all the activities here. Imagine, Daphne, a
room containing over 200 dildos of every imaginable size
and shape, along with hundreds of other sex devices and
bondage accessories. Final work on your Alien Master was
done there, and you will see for yourself soon whether I
have exaggerated about its merits. But first, my Baby must
see her nursery...."
***
I read somewhere once that of all the senses, smell was the
one which triggered the most intense memories, certainly
the most childhood-related ones. Who can forget the first
day of the First Grade, the smell of the blackboard and
chalk, the freshly sharpened pencils, the peculiar
institutional smell of the cafeteria? Perhaps we are only
the sums of our smell-experiences. Sums, sums.
Certainly the Prof understood, if only intuitively, the
importance of aromas in creating his kinky virtual
realities--his fantasy playrooms. And none demonstrated his
awareness more than The Nursery. He carried me through the
door and lay me down in a baby's crib, albeit a giant one
large enough for two adults, high off the floor and only 3-
sided (the missing side enabled climbing in and out of the
crib).
As soon as He released me, I was overwhelmed with the
intense melange of "baby smells" which thickly permeated
the room. Baby powder, baby oil, carbolated vaseline,
prelubed baby asswipes, freshly unrolled Pampers, and fresh
crib linen. And very faintly, but definitely there, the
distant aroma of baby urine and intestine.
I closed my eyes and thought, "How did He do it? It smells
perfectly authentic like real babies have been in here."
My mind boggled at the thought of massive perversions
committed in this crib.
It was almost dark in the nursery, the only lights two
kiddie nitelites in the walls. Stuffed animals were all
over the thick carpet. I couldn't tell if the two
Rhodesians were lying near the back wall but it could've
been them. Soft lullaby music filtered in from somewhere.
Baby blankets and pillows made my crib very comfortable,
and I rested, sucking my thumb while the Prof was out of
the room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw piles of
fresh condoms, lubes and small vinyl dildos on top of the
dresser.
Babylike, I pulled the blankets over my head and legs, so
that only my diapered ass was uncovered. I had set the
stage for Him the best that I could....
When the Prof returned, he had changed into a man's silk
bathrobe and was carrying a nippled bottle of baby formula.
Peering out from under the baby blanket I could see He had
a raging hard-on under the silk robe. The rest of the show
was all his, and this is what I remember: "Pretty Baby
Daphne, I have brought you your bottle. Here, suck the
nipple, baby." He spoke gently and smoothly placed the
nipple in my mouth. I began sucking the warm formula.
He could hear me sucking. "I'm going to check your diaper
too." He unfastened the diaper and pulled it off. "Let's
put these pretty pillows under you so I can get a good look
at your privates. There, that's better...what's this? Oh
Daphne. Your wicked stepbrother has been at you again...He
left this big plug in your tiny anus...It must hurt
something terrible...let me take it out."
I was face down in the crib with my ass elevated at least
6" by the baby pillows when he slowly unscrewed the
TripRip. It came out with a messy plopping sound.
"O Baby Daphne, your little intestine is full of semen and
god knows what else. He must have rubbed your rectum raw
and your anus is bright red from the rough fucking that boy
did to you. I'll have to put some medicated goo in you
right away."
I heard him fumbling with something on the dresser top.
When he turned back toward the crib, I heard him gasp at
the sight of me. By use of the baby blankets I had
contrived the sight of nothing uncovered but my smooth
round hairless ass and anus, propped up on baby pillows. I
saw the silk robe fall to the floor as He climbed up into
the crib.
He spoke softly but erotically, "Pretty Baby, I have to put
this goo deep in your intestine and my finger isn't long
enough and I will have to use my penis instead. Since the
goo won't stick to the condoms, I'll have to put my naked
penis in you, but oh baby I'll be so gentle and tender." He
got on all fours but put no body pressure on me at all...I
could tell he had done this before. I felt the tip of his
penis touch my hole and press gently in.
Believe me it wasn't easy to keep my sphincter clinched
tightly for the minute or two it took Him to force his cock
through, but I wanted him to have the most realistic
Man/Baby experience I was capable of. I sucked frantically
on the nipple, slurping and moaning lightly. It wasn't long
until He had all 9" of His fat cock in me and began a
beautiful slow gentle fuck.
I could feel him trembling. His voice thick with passion,
he began a rambling monologue about how my stepbrother had
abused me but this wasn't abuse it was the greatest love
and although I would have no memory of it later my
subconscious would remember and be healed and it takes a
special man to have a special love with babies and little
kids and on and on with psychobabble and pseudo-
psychological self serving b.s.
I just tuned it out and concentrated on the great personal
thrill and honor to be fucked by Him. His technique was
wonderfully satisfying...pull it slowly all the way out and
then slowly put it all back in. I loved feeling his pubes
against my perineum each time his glans went halfway up my
sigmoid. After the vicious dogsex rape I had suffered, this
was the perfect erotic antidote...a loving, gentle fuck by
a man who was fantasizing that I was His Baby.
His climax thrilled us both. His cock became ultra-stiff
and he pulled it all out and rested the glans on my now
gaping anus.
"Uhh.... uhh.... uhh..uh..uh...uh..uh..uh..uh...." His
first shot of ejaculate bathed my outer anus, and then he
very slowly went all the way in, spurting and moaning
faster and faster as he buried it in me. I clamped down on
him with whatever sphincter power I had left and squeezed
every drop of cum out of him. He shouted my name "Daphne.
Daphne.," then buried his face in the baby blankets moaning
and drooling. When he was spent, I softly placed the baby
bottle nipple between his lips and he sucked contentedly.
He drifted off to sleep, and I got up to see what was
behind Door No. 2.
***
I left the Prof napping in his nursery room and slipped out
to explore the fantasy room next door. By now I was blown
away with the "reception" he had given me. I couldn't have
imagined a wilder time than the Prof was delivering. Truth
be told, I think I was falling in love with Him.
I also felt good about how I had handled everything up to
now--I felt sure that I had not disappointed Him. While it
is true that He could have anticipated our cordial reunion,
followed by the teasing and spanking, thus leading to the
dogsex scene which he had obviously been planning for
weeks, He could not have foreseen that my reaction would
lead directly to the nursery and His fantasy-pleasuring by
me. His semen ran down the inside of my thigh even as I
reprised the evening's events. It occurred to me that we
had probably always been destined to have Great Sex....and
we were certainly off to a good start in that category.
It had been a long, long time since I had a case of "blue
balls," but I was almost there after the incredible
stimulation of the last two hours. Suddenly I wanted to cum
real bad. I decided to distract myself by seeing how Room
No. 2 was equipped so that I could anticipate what He had
planned for me. I looked through the peephole and instantly
froze... it was the RUBBER ROOM...
I opened the door and stepped into a different reality...
my scrotum tightened as I inhaled the heavenly aroma of
massive quantities of latex. Indeed, every square inch of
every wall was covered with rubber and latex clothing,
gags, fetish shoes and hi-heel boots, rubber panties and
bras, cockrings, penis restraints, butt plugs, harnesses,
erection makers, catheters, enema bags and hoses, arm and
leg buckle restraints, piss douches, IV stands,
mummification bags, pure rubber Israeli and Russian
gasmasks, Japanese nipple clamps, rubber clothes-pins,
rubber alligators with fierce metal teeth, weights and
clamps, paddles and straps and cats, and a whole shelf full
of poppers, lubes, studded condoms, giant SDS dildos and
full length rubber opera gloves.
I fell to my knees and burst out crying from love and
gratitude. I knew that He was not particularly "into
rubber" and used it sparingly usually only in conjunction
with activities requiring "safe sex." That could only mean
that this extravagant display, perhaps the finest in the
country, and certainly among the most expensive, was
lovingly assembled by Him simply for my benefit.
Emotionally overwhelmed and sexually turned on at such a
high level, I trembled uncontrollably. When I settled down,
I noticed that the back wall was only 3/4 as wide as the
others and that there was another room behind it. I moved
to the opening and got my first look at "The Back Room."
This room smelled of poppers, sweat, leather, deep
intestine and other sex fluids. It wasn't hard to see why.
In one corner was the most expensive sling on the market,
hung from the ceiling by dedicated C-bolts. The floor
beneath it was stained with what appeared to be blood and
intestinal fluids. Another corner was fitted out with a
carpenter's "horse" with padding over the top bar and four
padded chain restraints screwed into the legs. Anyone
chained down to this device would be absolutely unable to
resist a severe whipping from the paddles and whips hanging
behind it. I could only imagine the screams which had been
generated in this fiendish corner.
The focal point of "The Back Room" though was a custom-made
European S&M bondage operating room table, the kind used in
those German kink vids which feature the huge-breasted
blond domina nurses giving and drinking piss douches. More
than once I had fantasized about being strapped on one of
these tables at the mercy of top Euro enema nurses, and
remembered actually telling the Prof about it in a letter.
I couldn't resist the temptation and climbed on the table
and lay back and closed my eyes for a few seconds and
drifted into fantasy-kink. Drifting... drifting....
Suddenly a powerful hand gloved in rubber covered my mouth
and pressed my head back into the table and another hand
grabbed my scrotum in a tight grip. I opened my eyes and
looked straight up at a woman's dark eyes behind the
insect-like lenses of an Israeli gasmask. She was dressed
in a latex cat suit, and at the moment she literally "had
me by the balls".
"So Daphne, we meet again. What, don't you recognize me? A
woman you've had dinner with just 6 months ago?"
My mind raced and then clicked in recognition. She saw it
in my eyes and said "Yes, my husband and I met you and Him
at the sex show. I was naive then, but not anymore. The
"dominant female" scenes excited me, and paradoxically my
husband was excited by the submissive scenes. I was
sexually attracted by both of you however. I was confused
about you though--you bragged of affairs with politicians'
mistresses yet you were beautifully crossdressed and you
were the date of a man who was obviously perverted." She
released my cock but kept her hand over my mouth.
"When we looked at his dildo display and I saw the HumanB--
which you claimed to have designed--I told my husband that
I wanted to get one, and that I wanted to take "Domina"
lessons. My husband's a wimp, but he is rich and loves to
spoil me. I contacted Ron who sold me some dildos and
referred me to a professional dominant for lessons. By the
time I had "graduated," he had bought this house and built
this dungeon. He invited my husband and me to party with
him, and I ended up dominating both of them in this room
just last month.
"When Ron called me to say you were going to visit him, I
wanted to see you again and find out for myself whether
you're a real man or just another queer. What about it,
Daphne, do you want to prove your Manhood to me? You
certainly look queer enough in that little girl dress."
She was taunting me, challenging me to perform for her even
though the evening's evidence proved without a doubt that I
was shamefully queer as a Clinton $3 bill.
Here's how I gave Her my answer: I grabbed her arms and
pulled her on top of me on the S&M table. She came to her
knees astride my chest and I could see her labia protrude
from the crotchless cat suit, and I scooted forward and put
my tongue on her clitoris. I heard a sharp intake of breath
from inside the gasmask, and pressing the advantage of
surprise, I nibbled licked and chewed her labia and clit.
She arched her back and let her head tilt back as she
rocked to the rhythm. She tasted and smelled like a woman
in heat. She got her first orgasm in minutes, but I kept
going, and She gave me a series of three more only seconds
apart.
I let Her rest her head against mine, and then gently
pulled off the gasmask and kissed her pretty face and
mouth. She licked my lipstick, smeared her tongue, and then
frenched me as if Her life depended on it.
I realized that She probably didn't know that dogsperm had
filled my mouth just an hour earlier.
She reached behind her with one hand and grasped my larger
than life penis. I said "Yes" and She backed onto it. She
was so wet no lube was necessary and she melted around me
and I felt the unparalleled pleasure of penis buried in a
warm wet willing vagina and felt my glans against her
cervix and her gasp of pain/pleasure and her mouth sucking
my tongue and her heavy breathing and my cock exploding
like a skyrocket in explosive orgasmic waves and
aftershocks as the O went on and on and my penis swam in
velvet pools of her sex and my sex.
"I don't even know your name, but I think I'm in love with
you," I whispered.
"See if you still feel that way after I get through with
you," she said wickedly.
"Just exactly why are you here anyway," I languidly asked
her, "since I thought this sex party was strictly between
me and Him?" We were still in the bask of afterglow and in
each other's arms. She propped herself up on one latexed
elbow.
"I'm here for several reasons. For one thing, Ron was
curious to see if you would fuck me or not. He knows you're
queer, but he couldn't tell how queer without tempting you
with me. I've already told you that I've wanted you since I
met you."
"Does that mean you let him fuck you too?"
"So far I've screwed him several times, but he hasn't tried
to fuck me yet. I think he wants to, but I think he's
afraid of being too queer, or something like that. Sort of
what he was testing you for, I guess. You know, Daphne, for
a nice guy he is majorly fucked-up."
I couldn't argue with that opinion, could I?
I tried to rebuild his tattered reputation anyway. "Has he
ever told you that we talked about you and your husband
after you left the show? No? Well we did and I remember him
telling me that you really turned him on and he envied your
"straight" husband. I told him your husband couldn't be too
straight seeing as how he said he was into "pre-War Berlin
cabaret." I remember Ron laughed and said I was probably
right but that didn't matter to his gut-feeling that sex
with you would be really special."
The look in Her eye told me she couldn't tell whether this
was b.s. or not, but I think she sure wanted to believe it.
I changed the subject.
"You said you were here for several reasons?"
She grinned and said "Daphne, you may not know it but Ron
loves you in a peculiar sort of way. Did you know that he
saved most of your letters to him?
Well he did and he showed some of them to me. At first I
was shocked.... enema clinics... baby dildo births...
bondage fistfucking. I mean, really. It was only after my
training as a dominant was nearly complete that I began to
understand the sexdrives of highly intelligent, creative
guys like you and Ron."
"Daphne, I'm here because he wanted you to have the
pleasure of being dominated by me and because I know all
about your special fantasies. The hot sex we just had was
really just a bonus---my real job is to get you ready for
His "Alien."
My first reaction to this revelation was to be really mad
with the Prof for sharing my Most Secret Fetishes with
anyone including Her, but the longer it soaked into my
stoned brain the more sense it made.
Isn't this exactly what I had wanted... to be sexually
dominated and get my brains screwed out by a stranger who
knew what I really wanted? It also helped that I liked her
and found her attractive and sure enough sexy. Her candid
sense of humor about the "menage a trois" aspect of our
relationship with the Prof was certainly cool.
Finally, she was a trained dominant with some actual
experience including Him. What's not to like?
She looked at me expecting an answer. I took her rubber-
gloved hand and put her middle finger in my anus and she
massaged my prostate and pulled it out covered with semen
and brought it to my mouth and I sucked it and licked it
and She had her answer.
END OF PART TWO
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Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly
condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted
sexual activities described herein. DB
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Kristen's collection - Directory 17