Message-ID: <31432asstr$995065804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200107100545.WAA00518@mail3.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "Spiller -" <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> Subject: {ASSM} Their Slave, part two. (mff, dom) Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 19:10:04 -0400 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/Year2001/31432> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates -------------------------------------------------- This is adult fiction. If for reasons of age or location you are not supposed to read such things, then back off. The story is the property of Spiller. ----------------------------------------------------------- Readers' comments are the only rewards for authors, so please take a minute of your time and mail a comment to: xxspillerxx@my-deja.com ------------------------------------------------------------ Their Slave, part two. (mff, dom) by Spiller. The coffee table proved to be a very comfortable place, once Eric had covered it with some blankets and a couple of pillows. Anette was secured with a couple of silk ribbons round her wrists, and her feet were tied to the legs of the table, so she was totally on display, without a chance to close her legs. While Helle went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee, Eric sat down in the sofa and a little later he placed his hand on Anettes cunt. "I'm going to warm your cunt a little, your cunt and the front of your thighs. It's not a punishment, you know, just a reminder that you are here for our pleasure, whenever we want to take it." With fast, small slaps he worked his hand from the part of her belly that the corset left naket, down across her prominent cunt and down her thighs to her knees. Each slap was nothing more than a frisk pat, but the number of them soon had her skin glowing into a highly sensitive state. "What a delightful colour, Eric. I think she can really feel her skin now. And I bet the little slave-whore has become wet again." She put down the coffee on a small side-table whereupon she slipped two fingers up Anette's cunt. She churned her fingers in the slippery juices, hooked her fingers a little to stimulate Anette's G-point for a short while, and then pulled out her fingers. "Right. She IS very wet. I really think it will be quite easy to keep this whore wet and ready to service all evening. But I think it is time for you to get rid of that first load of sperm. You'll relax a lot better. Why don't you put the tip of your cock into her receptable cunt. I shall masturbate you while you hold your cock still, and make sure that when you come, you are going to pump it into her." Of course Eric was more than willing. He undressed completely and took up position at the end of the table, where he could comfortably push his cock into Anette. God, she was wet. Helle wrapped her hand round the piece of cock, which was left out in the open, and with experienced fingers she masturbated her husband. The clever girl made sure, that her hand was hitting Anette's clit most of the times, but whenever Anette began panting because of the exotic stimulation, Helle made sure that she masturbated her husband for a minute or two without touching Anette. The result was devastating. When her husband exploded and began pumping a heavy load into their slave's wet cunt, Anette was left panting and moaning, desiring a release as much as Eric got it, but Helle just churned her husband's cock round and round in the opening of her hole, until he stopped pumping. She pushed him backwards to get him out of the slave-cunt, and then she said: "That was very good, my dear. Now that sloppy cunt can think of HOW it could have been, while she can feel your sperm and her own juices run out. Do you want your coffee now?" Eric and Helle ignored Anette for quite a while. They turned on the TV for the evening news, drank coffee and talked about their work. Without mentioning her in their conversation they would touch her up now and then. A finger inserted into her vagina, a nipple pinched, a rub on her clit. She had plenty of time to contemplate her new position. They seemed to posess the qualities of fine masters. When they had gained a little more experience, she might become just as fond of them as she had been of her former owners. In between, her thoughts went back to her childhood. Her parents had been strong believers of a fundamentalistic tendency. A severe, joyless faith, which made them correct anything she ever did. 'Behave', 'control yourself', 'sex is for having children', etc.etc. And when she turned into her teens, and lust and longing entered her, she felt almost scizofrenic from the differences between her wishes and her upbringing. This left her shy and incapable of taking an initiative. Often in her younger years she had damned her parents for rendering her a sexual invalid. Later she had learned to stop crying and blaming everything on her parents, and instead to accept her condition, to be on the outlook for people, who would control her, enslave her, and! force her to do all the lewd and perverted acts that she really wanted, but could not do by herself. As she was tied up on the table, naked and available, rush after rush of lust and longing coursed through her body and her mind. The warm sperm seeping out of her pretty cunt took on huge proportions and mindboggling significance. Helle's hand hitting her hungry cunt. Eric's cock churning up the entrance to her unworthy hole. The humiliation, that they could observe and feel how she was emitting the results of that horny masturbation. Not to mention the uncertainty as to what they might do to her for the rest of the weekend. A couple of times she had been so close to an orgasm, untouched by human hand. Suddenly she was pulled out of her dreams. Eric's cock was sliding up into her cunt, painfully slow. She had not heard him get up from his chair. Ooohh, it was exhilerating. He was fucking her with looong, slow movements. Obviously he set a tempo which was ideal for himself, for his own enjoyment, to allow his cock to 'taste' the slippery sides of her vagina to the utmost. Anette was on the verge of crying for him to fuck her faster, when he actually slowed down even more, and that was the moment the orgasm hit her with overwhelming power. With a deep grunt she gave in to the pleasures and allowed her body to shake uncontrollably, while she tried to hump her cunt towards him, but with no great success because of the ribbons which held her tied down. "For a fuck-slave of 40 she has an amazingly tight cunt," Eric said in a very calm voice. "That orgasm makes her suck my cock as if she was a little calf." "Enjoying yourself?" The timbre in Helle's voice evidenced that she was getting horny herself. "It's so good to have a slave where you don't have to trouble yourself about her enjoyment. I like it so much that I can go on fucking her this slow way, until I'm finished. No strenous fucking towards the end on this one. I'm going to savour her right up till I fill her up with hot sperm." "Yes, do that, my dear. And when you have finished with her, then untie her. I want her to crawl up between my thighs and satisfy me with her mouth." "Can't be long, love, I'm very close." Anette could feel his cock get even harder and thicker, it started twitching, and then he pressed himself all the way to the bottom of her cunt, where he unloaded several hardhitting jets of hot sperm. She felt a hot wave of gratitude run through her, because she had been able to give him such pleasure. Her cunt made a slurping sound when he pulled out of her. Then she sensed that he walked round the table to her head. A moment later she felt his cock touch her lips. "I want you to clean my cock with your tongue, there's so much juice and sperm on it." While she was sucking and licking his big cock, he started untying the ribbons. A little later he removed her blindfold. He put his arm under her head and shoulders to help her up. "We shall have to do something about this slave. Did you allow her to have an orgasm while I was fucking her? I know I didn't !" When she was standing up Eric slapped her ass real hard a couple of times. "We'll have to consider your punishment later. For now we want you down on your knees so you can suck off Helle." Anette looked up. Helle was sitting in the sofa. While Anette looked at her, Helle slid down in the sofa till her ass was on the edge and her legs were stretched out on the floor. "Come here, my little pussylicking slave. I want you to service me real good. At least three orgasms you'll have to give me before you can get off your knees." 'If she knew how much I enjoy licking her pussy, she wouldn't let me', Anette thought. She feigned a little reluctance, but then she dived in with abandon. She tasted, she slurped noisily, she drilled her tongue as far into Helle as it would go, and she circled her clit with the pointed tip of her tongue. "OOoooohhh, you are good at this," Helle panted. She couldn't stay calm, she had to rock her pussy up and down on Anette's face. "Oh, you little whore, this is good.I want you to scoop up some of my husband's sperm, which must be seeping out of your cheap cunt." Anette quickly got her right hand down to her cunt, and true enough, her fingers got filled up with a gooey mix of sperm and juice. "Now, smear it on my clit, and lick it off." The minute Anette began sucking the musky mix off Helle's clit, she hit the roof. With a yell she gave in to her first orgasm. Yyyeeeeeeeooooowww, aaahhhhhhh, oh, it's so good, little slave. More, quickly, hurry, more sperm on my clit." As soon as Anette had coated her clit once more, Helle took off again. "Oohh, my God, Eric. This little whore may turn me into a lesbian if it's always this good. Ohhhh, I'm coming again. Kiss me, Eric, kiss me." Eric leaned over and kissed her hard. She was moaning and panting into his mouth as the orgasm raked her pretty body. "Oh, my God, that was lovely, Anette." Helle pulled up her right leg and pushed it down to the floor again, this time between Anette's legs. "As a reward for the first two orgasms I'll allow you to rub your cunt against the bridge of my foot, while you suck me off a third time." "Isn't that a bit premature, dear? She has a punishment coming up for taking her pleasures without permit." "Oh, but you are such a lovely, nasty husband, Eric. There is a ping-pong bat in my gym-closet. I'm sure you'll like to spank our slave's ass while she humps her cunt against my foot. And now, my little pussy-licker, get to work again." Anette bent her head towards Helle's lovely cunt. It was red and swollen and very shiny with all the spit and juice which covered it. At the same time she made little imperceptible movement, which in time brought her cunt down on Helle's foot. At that time Eric returned with the bat. Anette swayed her back which at the same time brought her clit into a firm contact with the foot under her, and displayed her pretty, round ass to Eric. She set up a steady, rocking rythm, frigging herself against the foot, a rythm which Eric followed up with smacks on her quivering ass. The bat was perfect for the purpose. The smacks sounded loud and violent, but they never dealt her any permanent damage, they only served to hurt her and humiliate her. As Anette felt her ass getting hotter and hotter, she knew that her orgasm was closing in on her. She moved her hands to Helle's belly, and with her two thumbs stretched downwards she pulled Helle's cunt open and upwards, making the hood retract from the clit. Helle was highly sensitive now, and like a rocket train she tumbled into a violent come. She yelled her extacy out into the room, at the same time as Anette almost crumbled between her legs, shaken by her own violent orgasm. "Oh, that was really good, but I'm completely exhausted now, Eric. Can't you just take your satisfaction in our slave's ass?" "Of course I can, dear. But I think I'll leave her asshole for tomorrow. I think her cunt will be a very wet delight to fuck right now. Get up on your knees, slave, and stick out your cunt, I want to use it." As soon as Anette had assumed the right position, Eric rammed his cock right to the bottom of her. He had been right. Her cunt was flooded, juice was running down her thighs, and it made little farting noises as he pushed in air while he fucked her vigorously. She tried to contract the muscles in her vagina, but she didn't really succeed, only it felt like a very pleasant flutter up there, and soon brought Eric off. He pulled out of her with a slurping sound and then dropped her on the floor. "You know, Helle, I'm completely exhausted too. Why don't we go to bed. I'll drop a pile of blankets on the floor for our slave to sleep on." "Fine idea. I'll love to have her sleeping in the corner of our bedroom. Then she can wake us up tomorrow. Got any ideas?" "MMmmm. I'd love to wake up with her mouth round my cock." "Then I'll settle for her hand on my pussy." "Good. Let's go and have a shower. But you, slave, I want you to lie on your pile of blankets and stink like the whore you are. You can have a shower tomorrow morning when you have waked us up with your mouth and hand." 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