("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Freedom and Love for a Masked Slave
by Nick Green (nicholastgreen79@yahoo.com)

***

An over-18 first-time story for two very kinky (and 
real) people. This story is somewhat autobiographical 
and draws from personal experience. (MF, inc, 1st, 
oral, anal, exh, bd, rom)

***

The Masked Slave was extremely scared and worried when 
she first saw me. Having broken so many bounds since 
her divorce, I was the last taboo for the 43 year old 
woman: a young man, only 19. So much of what she knew 
as a child was so conflicting with her current quest 
for freedom that she was visibly shaking and almost 
unable to speak.

Mistress Sand looked concerned when the Masked Slave 
blew a triple-kiss. Sand knew that letting the Masked 
Slave speak would expose her, so the kiss was a kind 
of safe-word for the initial contact with me. She 
loved the Slave very much; as much as any person she 
knew. She wanted to give the Slave this gift of me 
from the trueness of her heart. 

Mistress Sand was concerned that the Slave would back 
out, but trusted her to have the strength to carry on. 
The aging, statuesque blonde stood a full head taller 
than the brunette Slave and had to lean over to put 
her ear to the Slave's exposed mouth. The Slave 
shivered from head to foot in fear and desire as she 
whispered to her mistress. 

*

"I'm so scared," the Slave said, trembling, "I'm about 
to piss myself!"

"We've covered your face and changed your hair." 
Mistress Sand was calm and direct. "He'll never know, 
unless YOU want him to. You can back out any time you 
want, even after you've started. He won't recognize 
you, and you can keep the fantasy, all for yourself."

The Masked Slave nodded, but continued, "Is it OK for 
me to do this?"

Mistress Sand squeezed and held the Slave's breast. 
"Right now, you're nothing to him. Just another female 
here for my pleasure." She pinched a nipple to enforce 
the point. "He'll NEVER make the connection. To him, 
y'all are both just toys for ME. Watch his face the 
whole time and remember the joy he feels: your private 
memory. YOU are in control from here on.

"Look at his big cock. Do you see how engorged it is? 
That's because of you. He doesn't even know who you 
are, yet he knows you... are... perfect!"

*

I watched Sand push her DD cups into the Slave's neck 
as they whispered back and forth. Obviously, an 
agreement was made and the Masked Slave looked back to 
me. Her arms, bound in front, pushed her exposed 
breasts towards me. Her hardened nipples seem to ache 
for me. Her widened eyes were uncertain, but even the 
mask couldn't hide the repressed need.

I had been quivering a bit, myself, in confusion and 
excitement. Having only just made 19, I had never even 
fantasized the scene I was witnessing that late 
October evening. It was calming to see the pure 
affection the 50 year old blonde had for the Masked 
Slave.

She wasn't the only slave at the party. I was there 
only to service the attendees, not as a slave. The 
party was just good, dirty fun and at least half the 
people there were neither Dom nor Sub. So much flesh 
was present that I could barely hold my still-raging 
hormones. I had only just started to lighten up when 
Sand brought this slave to me.

"She's a Gift," Sand had said. "I found her about a 
year ago and I've had an amazing incredible time 
showing her things she never let herself dream about. 
She's very athletic: a Belly Dancer when she was 
younger... and she can handle just about anything you 
can dish out. Have fun with her."

Sand was a gorgeous woman and I was slightly enamored 
with her, though I knew our relationship was just fun. 
Formerly a model, Sand had all the stats: 5 foot 11; 
natural D's that were tastefully augmented; slim but 
muscular; funny; smart. The silver streaks in her 
blonde hair only added to her class. How we got 
together is another story.

For some reason, the Masked Slave seemed more 
beautiful to me. She was a petite brunette. Her 
leather corset uplifted her C breasts, but couldn't 
hide the sag. I wanted to grab and squeeze those tits, 
holding and loving the weight. Her black-lace panties 
curved over a slightly bulging tummy. Her bony hips 
stuck out over toned ass-cheeks that belled slightly 
outward. 

The Slave was slowly losing a shape that she had 
worked long and hard for. I wanted those cheeks to 
smother my face. The mask covered her face, but I 
could still see lines around her eyes and mouth. Her 
bright, blue eye-shadow was gaudy, but her hazel eyes 
bored into me as I stood nude before her.

She was the first woman I truly felt naked in front 
of. Despite a life-long experience of minimal clothing 
at home, I was shamed by my preference of the slave 
over the mistress. My penis betrayed me. The head had 
grown large and red.

Escorted by Mistress Sand, the Masked Slave took 
possession of herself and sauntered over to me.

Dutifully following Sand's earlier instructions, I 
held my hands on my hips. Years of woodwind training 
had reminded me to keep my stomach slim, my chest out, 
and my head up. The Masked Slaved kneeled before me in 
a grace of curves and movement I had never seen. My 
penis dripped pre-cum, with no contact. The Slave 
audibly inhaled as the warm, clear liquid fell on her 
cleavage. Our eyes never left each other. There was a 
connection I could not deny, as if she was not a 
stranger.

"Do you want her?" Sand was not mocking, merely 
asking, but she knew that I would take it as such. My 
natural response was anger and I took control of the 
situation. I held the Slave's bright, hazel eyes with 
my own and commanded her actions.

"Show me your lips," I said. The Masked Slave obeyed 
and opened her mouth, stretching the latex and plastic 
mask. Her full, brightly painted lips formed an 'O' 
that seemed barely wide enough to take the girth of my 
penis.

I began to realize what Sand was giving me. My success 
at 19 was based on being a 'Nice Guy': a sweet and 
cute young man with surprisingly few hang-ups about 
sex. Not to mention being VERY willing to give 
pleasure. She was giving me an opportunity to take a 
woman however I wanted. Not as an aspect of 'manhood', 
but as something more: the ability to please a woman 
to her deepest core; to give her something more 
important than a vigorous three-hour humping; to give 
her whatever satisfaction that particular woman was 
missing, be it pain, subjugation, romance, sensual 
pleasure... or unspoken fantasy.

The masked Slave's tongue glistened in her mouth. My 
penis pointed straight at the wetness. Her need wetted 
her eyes and her breath came in ragged, short gasps. 
Without asking or commanding, I pushed my penis into 
her mouth. The Slave's eyelids fluttered as the head 
stretched passed her lips. Her tongue moistened its 
underside. She moaned as pre-cum dripped onto her 
taste-buds. I held myself there, savoring the warmth.

"You really do like older women, don't you?" I 
couldn't move my eyes from the Slave to look at Sand.

"I really do."

Sand laughed at me. "A Mommy fetish! I should have 
known! No wonder you're so sweet to all the women who 
PAY you to fuck them!" Tears welled up in the Masked 
Slave's eyes, still locked with mine.

"Well, Nick, you can call her Mommy." Sand had dropped 
her harsh demeanor. "Look at her open eyes, her sweet 
mouth. Do you see your Mommy there? Imagine those are 
Mommy's eyes. Imagine that is Mommy's mouth wrapped 
tight around your cock."

Sand knew me too well.

"Mommy..."

"Tell Mommy what you want her to do."

"Mommy, please give me a blow-job."

I had barely finished speaking before the Slave sucked 
my penis deep into her mouth. Feverishly, her tongue 
worked over me. She swung her head and body back and 
forth, taking almost my entire length. The drool she 
had been building up slopped out and around the shaft.

"The Slave's entire upper body serpentined, though her 
knees were spread and her ass was rigid. I thought 
Sand was teasing me about the Slave being a Belly 
Dancer.

After a full minute highly sensuous movement, the 
Slave slowed down and concentrated on getting as much 
of my penis into her as she could. I could have cum 
from the performance, hard and quick. I stayed in 
control, knowing that I did not want it to be easy for 
her.

Sand unbound the Masked Slave's arms. The Slave 
immediately brought her hands up to my rear. The 
leather gloves felt warm and amazing as she grabbed 
and stroked my cheeks and the sides of my thighs. She 
stopped and stared at me again. My fantasy allowed me 
to see my mother's love there.

Holding me with her eyes and hands, the Slave pulled 
me closer. Her throat muscles worked as my penis went 
deeper. The thick crown slid into her gullet. A quick 
tightness shocked me as she slightly gagged. She 
loosened up as she found control, and worked the head 
in and out her throat while slathering the shaft with 
her wet tongue. Drool dripped to her chin; a single 
bead worked its way to her breasts.

There was definitely love behind the Hazel eyes that 
bound me, but it was the strength that enamored me. 
This... SLAVE had control of me. Not only was I bared 
down to my soul but also to the deepest expression of 
my heart. No matter how I commanded her, she could 
lead me to any end. I would cum, or not, at her will. 
I would do, or not do, at her slightest whim.

There was only one person in my entire young life that 
I had felt so genuinely about. I found the strength 
and control in myself and dropped the inhibitions. 
Only respect was allowed in this place. In fact, we 
already had an astounded and quiet audience. I'm sure 
I heard, at one point, a woman exhale in orgasm when a 
man said, "...it's the first time." In this community, 
I was obliged to fully and truly express myself.

"I love you, Mommy! I love you so much!" I was nearly 
to tears from the release. "I love you... love you.. 
oh, God, you're so good to me..."

The Masked Slave waved to Sand and stopped. I was 
heart-broken, but she held my eyes and spoke to me in 
a fluid, un-abashed, metropolitan, and disturbingly 
recognizable voice.

"Don't cum yet."

Sand quickly came behind the Slave and worked the mask 
off. My mother looked back at me, from her knees, 
grinning from ear-to-ear. My tears came freely as I 
lifted her. We hugged close and tight; skin-to-skin. 
We were loudly applauded by the small audience and 
there were tears all around. Holding her slim, 
muscular waist, I looked back at the most lovely face 
I had ever known.

"I'm ready," I told her.

"So am I, Baby."

Mom let me push her back to her knees. She pulled the 
leather gloves off and wrapped her bare fingers 
tightly around the base of my penis. Her mouth sunk 
deep, covered me with spit, and released.

"Cum in Mommy's mouth, Baby. Let Mommy taste you."

Mom sucked and pulled at my penis. Her drool dripped 
from her hands and chin to her gorgeous chest. I 
screamed, literally screamed in ecstasy when I 
released my boiling sperm. Mom swallowed every blast, 
sucking hard to get every drop.

I collapsed before I finished. She followed me to the 
ground, never taking her tongue or vacuuming mouth off 
me. She supported herself on my twitching thighs, 
pulling those tight lips around the crown of my penis. 
Her mouth finally came off with a 'pop!'

We laid, exhausted, on the floor, her head on my 
stomach.


-The Morning After-

I woke slowly with a pleasant warmth on my morning 
wood. Mom was snuggled deep in my arms and the top of 
her head pressed to my chin. I was so comfortable I 
didn't want to move. As I smelled her hair and felt 
the weight of her breasts on my arm, my penis twitched 
and grew harder.

"Mmmm, morning..."

"Hi. How ya feeling?"

"Sore," she said, chuckling, "but in a good way."

"Oh, no, Baby. You felt... you feel great!" Mom 
squirmed, pushing my penis deeper between her ass-
cheeks. Wetness had started leaking from me and the 
head slid easily back and forth. "I'm all loose from 
last night." Mom reached down, wrapped her fingers 
around the base of my penis, and angled me deeper into 
her crack. "I'm so loose, I bet it would slip right 
in, if I'm not careful."

She was right. The head slipped in and I felt again 
the heat of her rectum. "Ahhh... see?" We both giggled 
and then gasped as the first ass-ring tightened on me.

"Not so loose, Mom. You feel incredible."

"You too, Baby." Her asshole sucked me in deeper, but 
I took it slow. We had no chance to snuggle the night 
before.

"How many times did you get ass-fucked?"

"Not sure... ooohhhh..." I had reached my limit in 
that position and began working inside her. "At least 
three times. First by Mistress Pearl..."

"Was that the tall Creole?"

"Yes. Then a DP with two boys. They had no clue what 
they were doing, but came quick. Later, you drilled me 
out..." Mom laid her hand on my ass, pulling me into 
her. She squirmed as we found our rhythm. "There may 
have been others after that." For another minute or so 
I loved inside her tight rectum.

"Is it true, Son, about you being a prostitute?"

"Yes, kinda. Remember that woman, Cynthia?"

"God! I was so jealous of her!"

"She's only 29, Mom... I lost my virginity to her."

"At 18? You were so shy and sweet. That's partly my 
fault, I guess."

"I'm not so shy anymore." I moved sharply in her 
asshole. Her lower lip quivered and she arched her 
back. To keep her from getting too far away, I grabbed 
a breast and relentlessly pinched and pulled the 
nipple.

"Keep doing that, Baby," she whimpered.

A moment later I slowed, stretched my head around and 
suckled the same nipple. I didn't want her to cum yet, 
so I laid back down, held Mom's warmth close, and 
slowed my rhythm in her rectum.

"Once she showed me the ropes, we were fucking day and 
night, almost. She introduced me to an older friend of 
hers: one of the professors at school. She was 
nervous... I guess we both were... and married! She 
insisted on paying me." I realized that I would no 
longer feel the need to give my mother excuses. "It 
kind of snowballed from there."

Mom turned toward me and said, somewhat petulantly, 
"So all the time you said you were in school..."

"No, no, I love the school work. I've been spending at 
least 5 hours a day in Shop, before and after class."

"Where do you find the energy!?"

"From the vitamins you make me take..." She chuckled 
again, but that only lead to more gasping.

"I think Sand filmed us last night."

"She did. I told her I wanted pictures... just in case 
I had the guts to go through with it."

"Oh, wow. I want to see that."

"I'll tell her to bring us a copy. Maybe watch it with 
us. What do you think, have some fun with two old 
Ladies?"

"You two might be more than I can handle, but I'll 
gladly look while I recuperate."

"What? Mistress Sand told me you could go for 
hours..."

"Sure, but with you, I cum a lot quicker."

"Oh, Baby, you wouldn't even have to cum. I love you 
so much, you could just keep fucking me forever." My 
heart welled up. I wished I really could keep fucking 
her forever, but the heat and grip of her asshole was 
getting to me.

"Mom, I'm about..."

"Yes, yes, Baby... do it! Cum in my ass..." I found 
her clit with my hand. Mom's juices were dripping down 
her leg to the bed. We both started to lose it. "Oh, 
yes! Baby, fill Mommy's asshole! Do it, do it! Cum for 
Mommy! Cum deep inside Mommy's asshole! Fuck! FUCK!"

Her arching pushed her asshole down to the base of my 
penis, almost not letting me pull away for a 
backstroke. I let it take me all and started to cum. 
Pulse after pulse of sperm flooded into her.

"Ohhh, wowwww," I exclaimed as I calmed down. It was a 
more fulfilling orgasm than I'd ever had. It was even 
better than that first blow-job. Mom shook and 
twitched for a full two minutes as I shrunk and fell 
from her rectum.

"Damn. Now I'm hungry."

"Still a growing boy! OK, Stud! Get up and hit the 
shower while I make coffee. You get to cook, though!"

The End

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 76