From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Dane Manor by JS (MF+, femdom)
Date: 10 May 1996 02:26:23 GMT

			     Dane Manor
				 by
			     John Sellers

	John sat scanning the latest edition of PORN MONTHLY. The
magazine had evolved from an idea on a computer bulletin board and had
started life as SMUT NEWS. Now it had grown into a full blown magazine
with articles, features, pictures, adverts and even the odd
competition (most of which was extremely odd indeed) and he was happy
to be one of the select people on the circulation list. He had a quick
look at the crossword.

	<1A To copulate, rhymes with duck, begins with
	F. (4 letters)>.

`Shit!' he thought, `These crosswords are getting harder every month.'
Flicking the page he spotted a personal ad.

	Has sex become a routine? We can put excitement
	back. Call Dane Manor.

	Reaching for the phone John quickly punched out the number on
the keypad.

	After a couple of rings, "Dane Manor. Can I help you?" The
voice was feminine, soft and sultry, and his prick twitched with
anticipation. "Hi. I'm John. I saw your ad and I wondered what you had
to offer."

	"Personally John, a large pair of tits and a nice, warm pussy.
How does that sound?" came the reply. John gulped.

	"Fine," he said nervously, "But what I meant was what services
do you give?"

	"Anything your little cock desires," answered the sultry
voice, "Look, why not drive down and spend the weekend. I'm sure we
can cater to your most secret longing." John got the address and
booked a "Fantasy Special" for the following weekend.

	The days dragged but soon it was Saturday morning and John was
all packed ready for his `special'. The drive took two hours and he
wondered whether he had got the directions right as he weaved through
the little country lanes. Eventually he saw a large country house
ahead and stopped at the gate. The board outside told him he had found
Dane Manor and he made his way up the drive and stopped in front of
the house.

	As he got out of the car he was met by a curvaceous blonde.
"Hello John, I'm Christine. Welcome to Dane Manor. You found our
secluded little den of iniquity then?" The voice was the same as on
the phone, he marvelled at the size of her tits, 42D at least.

	"Yes, just about. It's a bit out of the way," he said still
staring at the two huge globes floating a few feet away. "You weren't
lying about the tits," John said summoning up his courage. "Well when
you've settled yourself into your room I'll come up and maybe you can
find out about the other bit," Christine purred, her tongue flicking
her bottom lip seductively.

	John was shown to a large double room and he quickly put his
things away. Just then there was knock on the door and Christine
entered carrying a large bottle of champagne and two glasses. They sat
on the bed together drinking and talking. Every time he made a pass at
Christine she made an excuse and poured him another drink.

	After a while John felt extremely light-headed, which was odd
for him since he could always take his drink.

	As he looked at Christine's face her smile faded into a
mocking sneer and he realized that although she had been pouring him
glass after glass of champagne he hadn't actually seen her touch a
drop. He made a move to get up but the room was now spinning and John
collapsed back onto the bed and lost consciousness.

				* * *

	John awoke to find himself spread-eagled on the floor, face up
and stark naked.

	As his head cleared he tried to break his bonds but the noise
of his struggle served only to summon his captor. Christine entered,
now naked herself, and approached his helpless body. "You
chauvinistic bastard," she sneered, "You thought you were going to
come here and have girls pampering to your every whim. How typical of
the male race, they expect it on a plate. Well for your information,
in this establishment we provide a service for women not men. They
come here and we provide them a man to fulfill **their** fantasy. And
you're the meat."

	John struggled to break free again but the bonds were to
strong. Christine delivered him a hard kick to the balls, even with
her bare feet she made his eyes water. She knelt beside him,
"Unfortunately, I happen to need a dick from time to time so your
first job is to service me." With that she knelt across his face and,
grabbing his hair, pulled his head up to meet her juicy twat.

	"Suck out my juices you wanker, stick your tongue up my cunt,"
she hissed. Now, apart from the pain this wasn't at all bad, John
reasoned, if he could have planned his visit beforehand then having
his face buried between this gorgeous blonde's thighs would have been
pretty high on the list. It wasn't long before his prick had responded
to the situation and was standing proudly to attention. Christine
removed herself from his face and sat back onto his chest.

	"Did you enjoy that?" she enquired. "Yes," John replied
licking his lips, "the best cunt I've ever tasted." "Pity," Christine
said, "you don't deserve to enjoy yourself. I'm going to fuck you now
and woe betide you if you cum."

	Christine lowered herself down onto his prick and began to
ride. Looking up John saw those magnificent mammaries swinging to and
fro and he longed to reach up and caress them. He could feel the
juices surging up inside him and he had to concentrate hard to stop
from cumming. Christine was breathing heavy now and she ran her
fingernails the entire length of John's chest drawing blood. John
cried out with pain but Christine leaned forward and silenced him by
pushing her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him fiercely as her cunt
bucked up and down on his rock-hard member and with a cry of ecstasy
she came.

	Christine got up and walked over to a small wash basin.
Rising a flannel she wiped herself between the legs. Then without
rinsing it again she came over and began wiping John's face. "We can't
have you looking all sticky for our next two ladies can we?" she said
as she washed the rest of him.

	`Two!' John thought to himself as Christine dried him with a
towel, `things are looking up.' Christine put on a robe and left the
room. John tried again to release himself but within a couple of
minutes she was back. "There you are ladies. He's all yours. Have a
nice time."

	John looked up and was horrified to see two old ladies in
their late sixties come into the room wearing what he first thought
were ill-fitting pink jogging suits but he realised they were in fact
naked.

	Without speaking they came over and sat at either side of his
cock which was now as limp and flaccid as the old girls' tits. One of
them leaned over and took it into her mouth and began to give him one
of the best blow-jobs he had ever had. Maybe it was her fifty-odd
years experience of gobbling or the fact that she had taken her teeth
out that made it so good, but whichever it was he found himself,
almost involuntarily, arching his body upwards, pushing his cock
deeper into her mouth. She moved round into the 69 position and now he
was reminded of Billingsgate Fish Market.

	He knew his fate was sealed and that he would have to submit
to it one way or another so summoning all his will and holding his
breath he began licking away for all he was worth. Luckily for him
the old girl wanted a fuck so she soon changed position once again and
mounted his cock. The other old lady had been sitting by his side all
this time stroking his body, she now moved up and flapped one of her
tits into his face for him to suck. John was just thinking to himself
that she must be the maternal type when she squatted above his face
and demanded to be licked out.

	It wouldn't have been so bad if her position had not meant his
nose was poked up her arsehole. Realising that the only way to get
this over and done with was to give them what wanted so he bucked and
licked and pushed and sucked for all he was worth until finally they
were satisfied and left.

	Christine came back in and her nose twitched at the smell.
"You **have** been having a nice time haven't you?" she said
mockingly, "Phew! I think I'd better open a window before your next
customer, and you could do with a shower." `A shower!' John thought,
`my chance to escape.' But his hopes were soon dashed as Christine
went to a drawer and took out what looked like a small handcuff with a
chain attached. She closed the ring around the base of his prick and
balls and he knew there was no way he could withdraw his balls back
through the ring without causing excruciating pain.

	The other end of the chain she padlocked to a ring on the
floor, then releasing John's bonds she told him to go and shower. The
chain was just long enough for him to reach the shower cubicle and he
thankfully washed away the putrid liquid that was sticking to his face
and cock.

	John towelled himself dry then, at Christine's command,
resuming his spread-eagled position as his bonds were secured once
more. "And now," she said, "You have three ladies to service." `Lady
what,' thought John, `Gorillas? Dogs? Mongolian Skunk Rats?'

	After what he had just been through anything was possible.
Christine removed the ring from his balls and left the room once more.

	Presently the door opened and in came three gorgeous girls,
wearing only black stockings and suspender belts, looking every bit
like every man's fantasy.

	One of them stepped forward. "Hi," she said, "I'm Debbie."
Things were certainly looking up, this girl was stunning and he knew
that what ever she had in mind for him he would be a willing
participant. Debbie approached him and knelt by his side. "My! you
are a big boy," she said running her finger up the length of his prick
making it stiffen, "I hope you don't suffer from premature ejaculation
John, I need it good and hard for a long while yet."

	"Don't worry," replied John, "That's one thing I've never
suffered from." He couldn't keep his eyes off of her luscious cunt
glistening seductively from the midst of her soft pubic hair.

	As if reading his mind Debbie moved forward bringing her pussy
into tonguing distance and supported John's head as he probed
tentatively at her large clitoris with his tongue. Debbie shivered as
a thrill shot through her body. John felt a mouth close around his
cock and a tongue began to explore his body as the other girls joined
in. He could hear Debbie breathing heavily as he sucked and licked at
her sweet hole, lapping the juices which were now flowing freely.

	John was feeling pleased with himself at being able to excite
this girl so completely using only his tongue when there was a rush of
liquid into his mouth. At first he thought she must have released an
excessive amount of `girly fluid' as she climaxed but his taste buds
clued him into the fact that Debbie had actually pissed into his
mouth.

	Looking up his eyes met hers and he detected a hint of
apprehension in them. It seemed she sought approval not disgust and he
was in no mood to let her down. Resuming his oral assault on her twat
with renewed vigour she cried out with pleasure as she peaked and
flooded his mouth and face with urine.

	The other girls were now at his head watching gleefully as the
golden cascade covered his face. Swallowing as fast as he could he
was surprised that the taste was not at all unpleasant, if fact he
found the whole experience sexually stimulating. Soon Debbie's climax
began to subside and the piss came in short bursts as her bladder
emptied.

	Sitting back Debbie looked at John's piss-drenched face and
smiled at her handiwork. "Well?" asked Debbie, "What do you think?"

	"Great," replied John, "What now?"

	"More! Sorry I should have introduced my friends. Sandra, and
Karen. They're also into piss-fun."

	John had already guessed that by the way they were eagerly
lapping the excess moisture from his face.

	"John?" said Debbie, "If were to release you from your bonds
do you promise not to escape?"

	"I promise," replied John, "I'm looking forward to the next
bit. But I wouldn't want to get you into trouble with that Christine,
she can be an evil bitch."

	"I know," said Debbie, "that's why I hired her." John stared
quizzically at Debbie who answered his unasked question, "I own Dane
Manor," she said.

	Moving over to him Debbie undid the chains which held him and
John embraced her, holding her naked body close to his and kissing her
deeply. His prick was still rigid and he rolled her over and moved to
enter her but she stopped him.

	"There'll be plenty of time for that later," she said, "I
think Sandra is in need of your cock at the moment." John turned and
saw that Sandra was busily frigging herself with three fingers and
went over to her. He took her hand, which was wet with her love
juices, put it to his mouth and licked the sticky excretions from her
fingers.

	Easing her back he mounted her, sliding his hard cock into her
waiting pussy. Karen stood above them teasing her clitoris as John
plunged his prick in and out of Sandra.

	As the excitement mounted Karen let fly with a shower of piss
over both of them. The tingling sensation of the warm liquid landing
on his back drove John to new heights and he had to slow his rhythmic
pumping or risk cumming too soon. The urine that hit his head had
soaked into his hair and was now running down over his face and onto
Sandra's face as they kissed. Just as the flow was stopping Sandra
urged John to withdraw as she was about to cum. John withdrew and sat
back on his haunches between her legs as Sandra brought herself to
climax with her fingers.

	As she did so she arched her back and managed to direct a jet
of piss upwards towards John which hit him full in the face then
trailed down his chest as the power declined. Thoroughly soaked, with
all of the girls satisfied, John decided it was time for another
shower.

	Coming out of the shower cubicle John saw that Sandra and
Karen had left and Debbie was lying in the bed. "Come over here," she
said, "It's about time you got your reward."

	John approached the bed and climbed in. Debbie moved down and
wrapped her luscious lips around John's large cock and began to suck
him gently. It was all he could do from blasting his spunk down her
throat. Debbie brought John to the edge of climax several times with
her mouth and tongue then positioned herself on all fours in front of
him. Not needing any words John quickly moved behind her and pushed
his dick into her cunt.

	After several minutes he decided to try the other delight on
offer and withdrawing from her cunt he pushed into her arse. Debbie
bucked backwards and forwards matching his thrust and soon John
realised he could hold back no longer. Pulling out his prick he
grasped it in his hand and began to wank furiously. The spunk flew out
with great force and landed on Debbie's back who was using her fingers
to finish herself off.

	As she came she sprayed the bed with her golden wee. Debbie
then turned around and sucked at John's cock which was still pumping
out some spunk, keeping her mouth firmly round it until she was sure
there was none left to drink.

	It was time for another shower but this time they shared it
together, caressing and soaping each other until the excitement took
over again and they fucked again in the shower cubicle. When they came
out the bed had been changed and Debbie left him to sleep off his
day's `work'.

	As John booked out of Dane Manor the next morning he knew that
although he had been held captive and abused he had never experienced
such a lift to his sexual awareness in all of his life and as
Christine took his Visa details he knew it was money well spent.
Christine handed him back his credit card and smiled warmly, "Thank
you sir. I hope you enjoyed your visit."

	"Yes. Thank you," John replied and headed for the door. "Come
again soon," John heard a voice say. Looking over to the manager's
office he saw Debbie standing in the doorway. He smiled and waved. He
had every intention of returning.