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Subject: {ASSM} New story  <*> Annie, Peter and Master Eric. (fmm  bsdm)by Spiller.
Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 12:10:03 -0500
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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."

   The end.

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