Message-ID: <29129asstr$983207403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200102251450.GAA08255@mail24.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "First Name Last Name" <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> Subject: {ASSM} New story <*> Annie, Peter and Master Eric. (fmm bsdm)by Spiller. Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 12:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29129> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman, Vulpine Annie, Peter and Master Eric. (fmm, bsdm) by Spiller ------------------------------------------ Copyright of this story belongs to Spiller. If you're too young, if you live in an area where erotic litterature is not allowed, or if you may be offended by these descriptions: Stay off. ------------------------------------------ In an article about dominance I read, that quite a few women were willing enough to indulge their husbands, but that they found the role of domme difficult and out of caracter. This set my imagination in high gear, and a few weeks later I published an ad on the proper homepage on the net: WANTED: Slave/mistress couple. If the mistress has come to a point where she wants help, guidance and assistance from a cultivated and experienced master, she can mail a 48 year old gentleman. Absolute discretion guaranteed. ..... I was surprised at the number of answers. All 9 replies were studied carefully before I chose Annie and Peter, a couple living only ten miles away. They were 10 and 15 years my juniors, but from Annie's reply I felt we should be quite compatible. The other eight received a polite 'thank you, no' - 'but I hope I can contact you later' - reply, and I called Annie and Peter on the phone. At my proposal we made a date for the following Saturday evening. Annie and I were to meet at a local bar while Peter stayed home to prepare a light dinner. That way Annie would have a chance to cancel, and on the other hand we could exchange information without Peter knowing what about. Annie turned out to be a very nice person, smiling and outgoing, obviously educated and with a wide range of interests. She was not a flashing beauty, but her slim body moved like she was exercising regularly, her small tits moved freely behind the soft silk of her blouse, and the dark, brown hair framed a pretty face and a cute smile. "I am a bit nervous about this, but I feel we have to do something to keep the fires burning", she said with a smile. "Have you come to a standstill in your relationship?" "Well, my problem is that I'm losing the fire. I'm mostly doing this to please Peter, and I find it increasingly difficult to kindle that wet, horny fire I had for him when we married. Often we'll start a session, and my pussy is wet and anticipating, but as the play proceeds I feel my pussy dry up and my longing for his cock evaporate." "I do think I may help you. It's very wise of you to get help, either from another woman who is more into domination than you are, or from me. On the other hand you must know, that you are treading unsafe grounds, and we have better agree on a certain stop-word which you must never hesitate to use, if you feel we are crossing borderlines, either your own or Peter's. You just have to say 'borderline', and I'll stop whatever is going on, and we'll have a talk about it, or I'll leave you two to it." "I'm happy you say so. Already I feel a lot more confident with this." "The name of the game is pleasure. Pleasure for you and pleasure for Peter, and in the end pleasure for me. Can you give me a few hints of Peter's secrets?" "His feminine side is quite strong and I have a feeling he harbours slightly gay tendencies. He likes to dress in my underwear, which I don't mind, but it does nothing to me." After about an hour we felt very comfortable in each others company, and I told her to call Peter and tell him that we'd be at their place in half an hour. "When he answers, please tell him how to dress. I think a white soft shirt or blouse would be fine, and then garters and black stockings with a small waitress' apron, and if you have a pair of red, satin panties. Don't you think he'd like that?" Annie giggled: "He'll carry a raging hardon when we get there, if I order him to dress like that." Let's do it then. ------------------ Driving to their place in Annie's car, we agreed on the main elements of our evening. Peter welcomed us in the hall. As Annie had predicted he had trouble hiding a rather prominent hardon, but he kept a stiff upper lip and greeted us as if this was your everyday dinnerparty. Annie did a nice job ordering him around, serving drinks, flirting with me when she was sure that Peter was watching. I commented on his nice behind in the red panties and grabbed a few feels and slapped him appreciatively when he was passing. After dinner Annie and I snuggled up in the livingroom sofa and ordered coffee and a brandy, this time served without the apron. His cock was really straining the pretty panties when he returned from the kitchen with a tray and noticed my hand securely placed high on Annie's thigh. Pouring the coffee he spilled a few drops on the table, and I looked at Annie: "You're not going to let him render such poor service unpunished, are you?" "Definitely not. Peter, this time it's over my knees. Pityful that I have to spank you in the presence of Master Eric, but then again, you'll have to learn your position in this house. GET OUT OF THOSE RED PANTIES .... NOW ! !" Peter's face was glowing red while he pulled down the shiny panties and let his cock slap upwards against his belly. On his knees he got over to the sofa, and a little later he was lying across Annies lap. "I think you have better secure his arms, Eric, he is not very good with pain." As I grabbed hold of his wrists and stretched his arms Annie planted at least 10 real hard smacks on his upturned arse while all the time he was groaning into the sofa. When we let go of him tears running from his eyes verified Annie's statement: He's not very good with pain. "Annie, are you quite sure he'll know how to behave for the rest of the evening? Don't you think we have better tie him to a chair to pacify him?" "What a delightful idea. Peter, go and fetch the soft nylon line from the laundry." With his red arse wriggling and his ridiculous cock waving in front of him Peter trodded off, and when he returned I had placed one of the diningromm chairs in front of the sofa. Peter handed the rope to Annie, who in turn handed it to me, saying: "Would you please do the honours, Master Eric?" I ordered Peter to unbutton his silk shirt and to sit down on the chair. A minute later he was fixed to the chair with 15 metres of white rope forming a nice pattern on his legs, body and arms. I turned to Annie, who in the meantime had pulled up her legs on the sofa, showing us that she was without panties, and that her trimmed pussy was gleaming, open and wet. I pointed to Peter's hard cock, then I grabbed it with my right hand and masturbated him slowly and soft. "Annie, I think we'll have to do something about this thing a little later. I even think the faggot loves to have a man handle it." "I told you. I really think he's got a tinge of gay in him. Why don't you come over here and show him how a real man can handle a hot woman. He might learn something from you." I heard a low grumble from Peter as I sat down beside Annie and let my right hand slide up under her blouse to touch her sweet, small tits, while we joined in our first, very hot kiss. Annie was breathing heavily into my mouth, obviously getting very aroused. "I think I have better take off my blouse, so you can see how a real man can handle these sensitive breasts." With that she pulled the blouse over her head, leaving her chest naked, her skirt bundled round her waist, and her pussy framed in garters and stockings on full display. A faint "no" from Peter called for immediate action. I nudged Annie, and she quickly got up from the sofa. She slapped his cheeks rather hard a few times, and cried in a harsh voice: "You're supposed to watch and learn, slave, not to comment on what you see. I think we have better gag him." From a drawer she produced a very effective gag, obviously home-made, and forced it into Peter's mouth, so he was unable to utter a single word. She slapped his face twice again, and said: "I'm surprised and disappointed, that you haven't yet learned your position." She grabbed his stiff cock and masturbated it for half a minute, obviously bringing him to the verge of orgasm before she stopped. She turned to me: "I really think he likes a man's hand better than mine. Phew, what a faggot I landed myself as a slave." With that she turned back to Peter, and took off her skirt, rendering her almost naked - only that garterbelt with the wide, black and shiny straps, and those beautiful thin, black stockings. "Look here, slave. This wet pussy might have been yours tonight, if you had behaved, but now I'm going to give it to Master Eric for his and my pleasure. Watch and learn, slave, or you'll be punished even harder." She turned towards me and opened her arms. I got up from the sofa and we embraced in front of Peter, and then Annie proceeded to undress me. It was a great delight to press her body against mine, and I have to admit it was a bit reluctantly that I lowered her back to the sofa, where she immediately assumed a position with her right leg up on the backrest and her left foot still on the floor. I sank to my knees between those inviting thighs and with my mouth and tongue I made love to her beautifull, little tummy and the insides of her slim thighs. Annie was really panting now, and she could hardly keep her legs still. She turned her head towards Peter, and with a horny, rusty and trembling voice she said: "Learn from this, slave. Take your time. I'm so horny now, that I bet the first time Master Eric's tongue touches my dripping pussy I'm going to explode in a lovely orgasm." Of course I took the hint, and suddenly I dived right in, sucking her rather large clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, while I slipped a finger up her extremely wet and sweet pussy. Annie obliged me with a violent orgasm which sent her mewing and screaming and thrashing around on the sofa, making it impossible to maintain my licking and sucking. Only the finger in her pussy stayed in contact, and she humped her pussy against it. The moment I felt her coming down from her high, I got up from the floor, and in one long and hard push I buried my cock in her. She let out a deep sigh of contentment, immediately followed by even heavier breathing, and suddenly out of the blue she climaxed again, this time squeezing my cock hard with her tight pussy. Peter had turned dark red all over his face and torso, looking as if he was close to death from high blood pressure. His swollen stiff cock bore evidence to the fact, that what he watched made him very horny. I started fucking Annie hard and fast. Her face was contorted with passion, and she was yelling, screaming and chanting all the time, only little of it coherent speech. "Aaaahhhh, ooohhh, not again, no, no, I'm coming again. Eeeeoowwww, great, I looovvvveeee it, Peter. Look how good it is." and then her voice again was reduced to growling and incoherent yells. My great fortune was, that as she reached the peak of her sixth orgasm I started pumping loads of burning hot sperm up her sloshing cunt. We both collapsed in a sweaty bundle on the sofa, for a minute or two forgetting all about Peter. It was a growl from the chair in front of the sofa that brought us back to reality. Peter was pulling at his ropes, and his face was contorted with such a horny longing for re! lease, that I felt pity for him. "Annie, I think your slave wants to clean out your cunt." "That will be a bit difficult as he is tied to that chair." "No problem," I said. "Come on, let's get him down on the floor." We took up positions on each side of Peter, and slowly turned the chair over backwards, so he was placed with his head and his back on the floor. "Oohhh, that was a delicious idea," Annie giggled. "I'm sure my little slave will find it quite repugnant to have Master Eric's sperm drip down on his face, but then again he might like to pleasure his mistress any way she orders." She stepped in with her feet on each side of his face, and slowly she lowered her battered cunt towards his face. "Master Eric, will you please remove the gag from my slave? I'm sure he has enjoyed the sight of his mistress' cunt in a thoroughly fucked out state, and now I want him to taste it." When I removed the gag Peter started breathing hard through his mouth, and a few feeble 'no-no's escaped him just before Annie closed his mouth with her cunt. The slobbering sounds as he licked and sucked my sperm out of his wife made me horny again, and Annie couldn't help getting yet another orgasm from his ministrations. "That was really lovely, little slave," Annie panted as she relaxed again. "Master Eric, do you think my slave has deserved that we allow him to come now? He was very good to service my fucked out cunt, I tell you." "OK, Annie, then get off him and let us get this chair standing again." Peter was just moaning, and his cockhead seemed to have swollen to nearly double size. I put my hand on it and rubbed up and down a few times, then I could feel that he was very, very close. His purple head was covered in precum. I ordered Annie to straddle him which she did. Her pert little tits were smothered into his face, and her well fucked hole as a few centimeters above his cockhed. "I'm sure that your little slave will prefer a man's hand to bring him off. Squat a little and I'll bring his cockhead right to the opening of your wet cunt. When I say 'now' - that's when he starts coming - I want you to impale yourself all the way down so he can spurt his load in the bottom of your cunt among the remnants of my own sperm." Peter was almost sobbing when he felt the heat from her cunt, and I only moved my hand three or four times before I felt the initial contractions, and I cried 'NOW' to Annie. In one second his cock went from the cool air to the bottom of her hot, wet tunnel, and I never saw a man orgasm that way. Peter cried, growled, sobbed, and tears were running freely down his cheeks. After the first, violent spurts Annie moved imperceptively up and down on him, milking the last drops from him, making him almost collapse in his ropes. Slowly she lifted herself off her husband and looked down on his wilting cock. "Well, little slave. If I untie you now, can I trust you to behave? I want you to use your mouth to clean Master Eric's cock of my juices, and I want you to clean my cunt from all juices left in it. Are you sure, you can behave?" "Oh, yes, mistress, I shall do whatever you want." She started untying Peter and at the same time told him: "You see, little slave, when you behave and let Master Eric teach you, your mistress rewards you with a very fine orgasm." Annie and I reclined in the sofa, and Peter crawled over to us. Very obediently he licked and sucked my cock free from any sign of juice, and from me he crawled to position himself between Annie's thighs. With a very happy smile on his face he halfway cleaned her, halfway made subservient love to her fine cunt. Half an hour later I was on my way. Just before I left their house I said to Peter: "When your mistress wants a helping hand again, I want you to call me and make the arrangements. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master Erik. I'll call you the moment she utters such wish. And thank you very much for your guidance." 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