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"A Symphony of Debauchery" - part 1 of 2
  by Sybian & slave catherine


I must be losing my mind, she thought as she made her way down
the street. Foremost in her mind, the inherent danger of
answering the beckoning call of a stranger; a man, whose erotic
prose had held her captivated for months. It was as if he had
looked into the darkest corner of her mind; the place that she
ran to in her solitary lusting; the place where she could conduct
herself as luridly as she wanted; where she saw the person that
was lurking deep inside her. A slut. A whore. She had never let
these erotic images of herself come to fruition. "I am a mother,
a sister, a daughter. I am an upstanding member of my community."
she would say to herself; fearing the woman that lay beneath
her outward personage. Also, afraid of what her husband would
think. Eager to please him, at the same time denying this woman
who longed for release. She saw herself in the writings of this
stranger, this man that she was running to. How did he know that
women longed to be manipulated? Was she not alone in these
yearnings? Over their months of writing e-mails, she found that
she was not alone.

This man, known only as Steven, would be the one to guide her to
this awakening. She could have waited, coaxing her husband into
this role, but over the months of writing, she had grown fond of
this stranger, and had made the hazardous decision that she would
give this gift to him. Her emancipation. "I can't believe I'm
doing this again," he thought as he strode into the Airport
Marriott. Much like Michael Corleone in Godfather III he felt
that every time he tried to get out something always pulled him
back in. More like someone. Cathy. It was her pristine innocence
that did it. Her honesty. Her yearning. She had seduced him like
no other, and her complete unawareness that she was doing it was
the key to her.

Even now, he knew that as she was driving to him, she would be
wet with anticipation of her deflowering. Of course she was not a
virgin. Why, she was a mother, a grown woman, a wife, but in so
many ways a virgin. She wanted to be a whore, at least for this
night, to reach down into the darkness of that part of her that
she had long denied.

Slut. He knew that when he called her that she immediately became
aroused, for it was so contrary to the person she had designed
for the world to see. And yet it was the truth of her. And he had
shown her that she could no longer deny it.  And she had told him
that she no longer wished to.

But there was a terrible danger lurking and Steven wondered if
Cathy was aware of it as well. Of course she knew. She was so
smart, so perceptive, and so self-examining. Though all the
months of emails and phone games could just be called flirtation,
though fiery as it was, this night could change everything for
them both. He knew that when he finally held her in his big arms
and felt his hardness press against her, that the danger would
become readily apparent. The danger was that they might fall in
love.

Always sensible, cautious, putting family honor before her own
desires and needs, this was the essence of this woman. Solely
devoted to her family, she had dreamt of a day when she could
indulge in her own activity and desire. Steven had provided a
venue for her to do just that. All the while, peeling back the
lamination that she had encased herself in, an armor of sorts.
How had he reduced her so? What was it about him? He was just
words on a screen, yet he had turned her into a slave for his
words. She knew nothing of him, there wasn't that spark or
physical attraction that so many people use as a catalyst to
start a romance. So like Cathy. She cared so little for the
things that most people found appealing in the opposite sex. His
photo revealed a most beautiful man, strong in stature and body,
eyes that cut right through a woman's soul. But she hadn't even
seen his face when she found herself longing for him. She didn't
know anything about his life, how he labored or how he spent his
time. She saw in his writing a man who knew what a woman wanted
and that was all she needed of him. Time and again it was this
man, Steven, who had driven her up to her bedroom, away from her
family to cater to his whims. "Dip your hand in your white honey.
Then write me of it." It was comments like that which had driven
her to his arms.

He would fuck her. And fuck her again. Make her crawl across the
floor and beg for his cock. Worship it. He would show her that
his cock could be the focal point of her existence. He would
defile her. Make her plead to swallow his cum. Get her to the
point where she kneeled on the floor, presenting her gorgeous big
ass to him, spreading it open with her hands, and through her
sobs said, "Please, Steven, please. Fuck your whore's fat ass. My
ass needs a cock in it sooooo bad. Please."

And it was quite a remarkable ass. He smiled inwardly again
thinking of the time a few months ago when he had sent her that
link to an Adult toy site Anal Sex Toys for men and women  and
had her purchase a Butt Plug. And because he asked her to, she
inserted it and wore it while she carried out her daily mundane
chores. He had to stifle a laugh when he imagined her in her
minivan, carpooling the neighborhood kids, a butt plug in her
ass, because her unseen Master had requested it. It was their
secret. And kept Cathy constantly on edge. She loved secrets. And
he was her darkest secret yet.

She thought back to all of the early mornings she rose before
dawn, running to his words. She had many days of strong
reservation. Among the many women he had seduced, she was
certain, would have more experience than she. Could she still
please him? She had been told by the handful of men that she had
allowed herself to be with that she was skilled in the art of
fellatio. She loved to suck a man's cock, using her entire mouth,
especially her tongue. But many of them were boys of a life long
before marriage. This was a man. And she was so eager to please
him. She found him to be encouraged by her obedience, she catered
to his every whim, did whatever she was told. She loved the
control he had over her and surrendered herself to his desires.
She knew that everything that he asked of her had a purpose. She
did not question his requests for in the end she knew that he
would make her whole. He was her fantasy.

Steven delighted in her blind obedience. Cathy had written him
that he had become her fantasy, a role he delighted in. Cathy's
fantasy. A burden as well. But she made it easy, her compliance
to his wishes a secret gift.

He allowed his mind to drift back to the moment he realized her
specialness to him. Steven had set up a voicemail box so that he
may hear her voice when their correspondence began. He also
wanted to make sure it wasn't a man writing to him in that early
stage. Silly now in retrospect, but it had happened once or twice
before, his on-line stories being a magnet both for sincere
ladies and lonely, bored men. Her husband was away golfing and
Steven had bid her to call the number so that he might hear her
climax as she masturbated. She willingly complied. And he could
tell by the joyous sounds of this woman in heat that his
suggestion took her to a new level of autoeroticism. He
remembered how many times he listened to the playback that night.
And how he too masturbated, cumming with his Cathy for the first
time, covering his fifty-inch chest with a prodigious load of his
fiery man-juice, whispering, "Yes, Cathy, you're such a good
girl."

Steven's words were so powerful, so eloquent. He called them
filthy scribblings, but in his words she saw a modern day Kama
Sutra. He would laugh at that, perhaps through modesty, but it
was the truth. Maybe not fit for every woman, but his words had
moved her so deeply, she wouldn't deny herself this man.  So she
prepared well for the night, bidding his requests for certain
items of clothing down to the finest detail. She was so good at
that. Save one, she wanted to wear her signature scent. Beautiful
by Estee Lauder lightly sprayed on her body always made her feel
so sexy. Perhaps she should have complied, allowed him to choose,
but it was her only request and he had obliged her. He could be
so liberal at times, surprising her by granting nominal wishes.
She loved him for that, as well as so many others things. She had
spent the entire day preparing her visage for his delight. His
penchant for delicate female things, hose, heels, well manicured
nails, her hair, which he loved, was a vision of perfection.
Cathy was not a sophisticated woman in her outer presentation.
She found herself not to be of exceptional beauty or possessing
the desire to engage in the usual tinkering of her facial
features or body. A self-proclaimed low-maintenance woman. But
she was real. Strong in body and mind and opinion. She didn't
waste her days in vanity, but instead invested her attention and
time in creating character. Steven had only seen her in one
photo, taken years ago, and she had changed quite a bit since
then. Her hair was much longer, she was thinner, and he had
probably wondered if she always carried a cowboy hat. It was a
prop in her picture, a sign of a wild, untamed spirit. But he
would tame her, like no other man before. On this night, she
would present him with a debonair woman. She wanted him to become
enamored by her appearance as well as her acquiescence.

Attempting to drive had proven to be a challenge for Cathy since
her initial encounter with Steven. In her van, away from the
demands and bustling of her home, her mind always wandered to him
and the things that he had written her. This long distance drive
was giving her hours to immerse in the anticipation of what would
come this night. She found herself coarsely pulling on her
enlarged nipples as she drove, sending a sting through her body
into her swollen clit. The cream of her cunt gushing through her
hole which made her shiver. She thought about him, this
magnificent man who had allowed her to be in her van making this
journey. She had learned through his writings that he enjoyed a
shaven scrotum, which would make her feast of him even more
delectable. She saw herself kneeled on a floor, his cock, inches
from her hungry mouth, pulsating with lust for her. The scent of
his meat wafting through her nose, savoring every moment that he
allowed her to be here. When he said the word, "suck", she would
take his shaft into her mouth, lips and tongue and do what she
was born to do, please Steven. Intermittently running her tongue
down to his balls, gently suckling, licking. Returning to his
cock, pushing it all the way down her throat. His face and words
indicating that he was pleased. She would do this throughout the
many hours of this oncoming night and the anticipation of this
event would be the death of her. She sped up to rush to her love.

He allowed her small victories. She wanted to wear her favorite
cologne, Beautiful, and he had allowed it. Though he preferred
the raw sexuality of Obsession, he was familiar with her scent
and thought it would fit her best. It was an aroma of innocence
and wonderment with an undercurrent of dark eroticism. Perfect
for his Cathy, the pillar of the community and his slut.

Maybe that was part of his attraction for her. He was a man who
knew things like the various scents women liked to wear. He knew
her husband had no idea of such things. But Steven knew women, it
was his life's work. He preferred their company and though he had
male acquaintances, he had only female friends.

Cathy would be arriving at the hotel soon and he needed to dress.
He admired his body in the mirror. At 48 he appeared much
younger, the years of weight training managing to keep Father
Time somewhat at bay. He had just freshly shaved his fifty-inch
chest and he cradled his also just shaved scrotum, feeling it's
comforting heft as he examined his penis. It wasn't overly large
but big enough and women had felt a need to comment on its
proportions and attractiveness. As he examined himself he found
his cock gently filling with blood, the veins running along its
length starting to pulse. The thought of Cathy, in her mini van,
dressed like a very expensive whore, driving to his hotel was so
arousing. He gently pumped his manhood watching the big head turn
purple with lust and smiled at himself in the mirror. This would
become the focus of Cathy's existence for the next few hours.
This cock. And her love for him would be his reward.

Cathy was not given to anal sex and the butt plug that had
occupied her rectum since Steven asked for its insertion had
served as a preparation for his cock. She knew this and had
religiously worn it as she did now. It sent shivers through her,
waves of delight like she had not ever experienced. Her husband,
like so many other men, longed for this gift. A woman's ass. An
exceptionally tight, puckered hole and the object of fascination
for her husband. She would only oblige him from time to time, but
she found herself anxious to give this to Steven. She sensed that
she would like everything that he did to her. She adjusted her
skirt as she stepped out of her van, having hiked it up to reach
in between her legs periodically throughout her trip. She wore a
tight black skirt, something she had always found to be inviting.
Not leather, as some may envision, but nylon. It clung to her ass
like a hand. The thin black stockings shaped her muscular calves,
which were defined even more than usual. The heels that she wore
were unequivocally the highest she had ever worn. But they forced
her to stand straight and erect, to think of each step so as not
to fall. She knew why he had requested these from his many
writings. She had studied them and learned that they provided him
the physical control, keeping a woman reliant on him for her
every move. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned shamefully low.
Well, shameful for Cathy. Her breasts pushed high and separated
in her bra to form the perfect tunnel for his cock to travel
through. Her nipples, hard and swollen at the thought of where
she was and the commencement she would experience in a short
time. She wore large gold hoops and dramatic make-up. She was a
vision of her soul. Her longing to look and conduct herself as a
whore. And she turned quite a few heads as she waltzed into the
lobby, to her Steven, her master.

As he pulled his black Lord & Taylor briefs over his big thighs
Steven smiled thinking of Cathy in her carpool mini van, the butt
plug he'd had her order firmly affixed in her sphincter. She was
so awash now with her repressed sexuality that with his masterful
prodding it burst forth from her in a torrent, like a river,
swollen by days of rain, behind a weakened dam. A whore. A woman.

He adjusted his "package" in his underwear and then reached into
the closet for the woolen pants of his black double-breasted
Armani suit. She had written that she loved him, though he
doubted this. Why, they had never even breathed the same air. No,
she loved the idea of him and the idea of her that he had given
her, Cathy the slut. She loved the sexual way he made her feel,
showed her the power she could have in sexual submission. She was
drunk with it, intoxicated with this new woman he had uncovered
for her. He showed her how she could dress shamelessly and it
would be alright.That she could play "dress up" like a little
girl and have fun rediscovering her femininity.

Glancing at the gold Breitling chronomat as he snapped it on his
wrist he realized that she would already be in the hotel bar
waiting for him. He also knew that the way she looked men wishing
her company were already approaching her. Maybe that's how he
would defile her. Tell her to pick up two men and take them back
to this room. He would be the third and he would make it appear
that she was a prostitute of his acquaintance. He would take out
a wad of bills, and in front of the others, pay her for her
services. Then they would all have her. Could she stand that? It
would certainly not be what she expected. But the thought of his
virginal Cathy with a cock in her mouth, her cunt and her ass
found him quite hard again as he made his way to the door. Just a
thought. We'll see.

Cathy waited in the bar like she was told. Dressed as she was and
in a bar during the evening, she attracted a few men whose
company she politely declined. She was looking for a certain
species of man. Aloof, aggressive, arrogant...the kind of man
that think their aura is completely irresistible. But it couldn't
be just one, it had to be two. Her sights were set on the two men
who boldly approached her, asked if they could buy her a drink,
self-assured and cocky as hell. Two businessmen having drinks
after work and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol they
had consumed, the conversation turned to sex. They had inquired
if she was waiting for someone, which she answered no, but they
didn't ask further questions about why she was there alone. Cathy
had a knack for turning her charm and sexiness up to warp speed
and she could feel that it was working on these two unsuspecting
men. As the lurid talk continued, Cathy smiled deep inside
herself and thought, " You two fools think you've got yourselves
a letter to Penthouse in the works here. Something to tell the
guys at work." Little did they know that they would be players in
her scheme. This interlude of rampant sex wasn't for their
pleasure. It wasn't even so much for hers, although she knew she
would enjoy it. This was for Steven. Steven who had captured her
heart and her mind and had fulfilled all of her sexual fantasies.
He wanted to have her as the object of a gangbang. He wanted to
see her manipulated and filled to her very soul with cock. She
would lure these two innocent players to her room, cunning as she
was, and her love would be there to orchestrate this in the way
that was pleasing to him. It was her gift to him. She knew that
physically, she would love this. But heaven would come when she
would see the look on Steven's face when he saw her perform.

Yes, that would be the way. He would have her arrange her own
defilement, a performance for him. Steven reached down and picked
up the phone, quickly punching in the numbers of Cathy's cell
phone. After two rings she answered..."Hello?" "Where are you?"
"I'm in the lounge, like you said, waiting" "Good girl. Are you
alone?" "Well,...not really" "Good" "Good?" "Yes, listen
carefully, whore" She still cringed when he called her that "I'll
require you to find two men. You know the type, ones that don't
have deep thoughts about anything, preferably wearing wedding
rings. Seduce them. Convince them that you're a very expensive
call girl there to meet a client. Let them introduce the idea of
all three of us having you. Tell them you'll need to call me to
make sure it's all right and then do so. Do I make myself
understood?" "Yes, perfectly" "Oh and Cathy?" "Yes?" "Make sure
that they are decently hung. Run your nails along the outlines of
their cocks in their pants, I'm sure just being in close
proximity to my girl will have them quite aroused. Master only
wants the best for his toy." "Thank  you" "Get moving, I'm
waiting" click

Steven wanted these men to be seduced by her. She would enjoy
every moment of it. They oozed of everything that she abhorred in
men. Arrogant, pretentious, moneyed, self-assured, cocky, of the
mind that they were able to possess anything that they wanted
just by the simple virtue of their presence. Men that had come on
to her throughout her entire life, that she sneered at, not even
wanting to be flirtatious with them for they made her nauseous.
This would be her vindication. How easily they were falling into
her trap. The one man especially was coming on hard and revisited
the question of what she was doing there. She said, "I am a call
girl and was told to meet a client at this bar." They both looked
taken back by her answer. " A call girl, eh?" he smiled, "Then
I'm sure you've had more than one man in a session." Oh, God,
could it be this easy? " Yes, as a matter of fact I have and
mmmmm, it is quite a treat," she said. "And what is it about that
scenario that you like?" he asked. The man standing opposite from
her appeared to be nervous and started looking around as if
everyone in the room knew what they were talking about. "I love
the feeling of being overwhelmed with cock," she lied. How would
she know what that felt like? She had only been with a few men in
her life and all but her husband had been when she was young.
This was her part to play as directed by Steven. "And how would
your client feel about us joining you two?" he asked. "Well it's
more like do I deem you worthy of being included?" she quipped.
By this time the nervous one had moved in closer, hoping to
seclude the conversation into the intimate circle where they sat.
He was still looking around and almost fell over when Cathy
reached under the table and grabbed his crotch. He was as stiff
as a rock and decently hung and appeared embarrassed at her
aggressive gesture. She smiled at him and gently licked her top
lip, "You can be included anytime." she whispered. "Uh, thanks,"
he said. She noticed his ring. "Oh, so that's why you're so
nervous," she said. "Don't worry, it'll be our little secret."
She winked. The other man practically stuck his crotch in her
hand. She availed her nails, which raked across the length of his
shaft. He was smaller in size and paled in comparison to Steven's
manhood, but he was a willing accomplice, he would have to do.
His eyes fluttered and he leaned forward and said, " I'll give it
all to you, just the way you like it." Cathy bit her lip to keep
from laughing in his face. "Mmmmm, and I can't wait," she
quipped, "but I have to make sure it's okay with my client. He is
very authoritative and may not like this." She called the hotel
desk and asked for his room number. She said, " Master, there are
two men here that would be interested in joining you and I. If it
pleases you." They looked puzzled as to why she used the word
"master". The nervous one looked reluctant and was motioning to
the other that he wanted to leave. His eyes were fixed on Cathy's
mouth as she spoke, ignoring his friend as he was imagining what
this would be like. "Is this what you want, Darling," Steven
asked. "You know I do," she smiled. "Then let us begin. Bring
them up here now," he commanded.

Steven opened the door to his guests. He was dressed in a
double-breasted black Armani suit with a white Italian silk
T-shirt underneath. He usually wore all black but thought the
white would best show off his recent tan.

"Cathy, gentlemen, my suite is yours," with a big grin and an
expansive wave of his arm.

Cathy walked in followed by the two men. Her nylon skirt swished
seductively against her nylon stockings as she walked in her
stiletto "fuck-me" pumps, rolling her hips for the men following
behind her.

"Gentlemen, won't you be seated," Steven gestured toward two
chairs adjoining a table.

When they were seated Steven drew Cathy close to him and began to
kiss her deeply. As he did so he hiked up Cathy's already short
skirt and took the globes of her ass in his hands. Because
Cathy's back was now towards the two men they had a perfect view
of her bottom and her stockings. She wore no underwear as Steven
didn't allow it. He kneaded her ass flesh as he raped her mouth
with his tongue. In a few moments he was through greeting her and
pulled away. Cathy remained standing where she was, motionless.

Steven walked behind the two seated men and said, "My whore says
that you'd like to fuck her. And I like nothing better than
watching her fuck. She's the best at what she does, a true
artist, isn't that right slut?"

"Yes, Master"

The two men were starting to have second thoughts about what they
might have gotten themselves into, but their egos wouldn't allow
them to back out. Though quite frankly, given their erections,
they'd have trouble standing, much less walking, out of the room.

"Cathy, why don't you show us what we will have this evening."

She bent from the waist, reaching around and bunching her skirt
up so her ample bottom was revealed again, then she grabbed her
ankles. After a pause Cathy reached around and spread her ass
open for their inspection. Her cunt glistened with her arousal.

"What do you need tonight, Cathy?" Steven whispered.

"I need to have all my holes filled with cock. Your slave needs
to be fucked in her ass, her cunt and she needs to have cum shot
down her throat."

"You see gentlemen. Cathy is a girl that knows what she wants.
Shall we give it to her?", an evil laugh from Steven.

Cathy was immediately struck by Steven's power. She had been
captivated by his words and the pictures that he had sent. He
commanded attention with just his mere presence. She gazed
longingly at him as he stood behind these two men, speaking to
her in a way that made her weak. Her cunt felt as if it would
burst with the anticipation of having this man, she had seen his
mammoth cock in a picture and knew she would be complete once it
had broken through her wetness.


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