Make My Pussy A Cummy Mess [MF] [F35] [M40+] [MDom] [FSub] [BDSM] [Fingering] [Creampie] [Cum Kink] [Daddy Dom] [Good Girl] [Fucktoy] [Dirty Talk]

Use your good girl tonight, Daddy. Push me on my back and spread my legs wide open so you can see how wet I am for you. Run your fingers up and down my slit, teasing me, making me more wet as you move your fingers around my greedy hole. I’d do anything to have any part of you inside me. I need to cum for you Daddy. You can tell how much I need you. Please fill your good girl.

You love teasing me, hovering your fingers just out of my pussy, holding them still while you watch me squirm. I beg and plead, I need you, Daddy. You just chuckle at my helplessness. I know you love to be in control of your good girl.

My eyes go wide as you ease two of your fingers in. You keep them pushed deep as you instruct me to grind my hips. I waste no time thrusting, I want to be so good for you Daddy. You curl your fingers up just enough to push against my g-spot. I pump my hips, so close to cumming. It’s not long before my toes are curling and my back arches. My orgasm tears through me. My pussy clenches around your fingers and I scream as your thumb moves up to press on my clit.

At the Farm – Part 5 [F18/F18/M50/F35/M58] [Mdom, D/S, slave training, humiliation, lesbian, deepthroat, BDSM]

Lisa’s legs trembled from the effort to keep her hands off her pussy. It was the story of her life now. It had now been seven days, seven terribly frustrating days, since she had first accompanied Sara into Mr Karlsson’s bedroom. Seven days ago since Sara shaved her pussy and Mr Karlsson turned her into his pet-in-training. Since then she had been forbidden to even touch herself between her legs or reach any pleasure of her own, until she managed to take Mr Karlsson’s cock all the way down her throat.

That had not prevented Mr. Karlsson and his wife from giving her other tasks, which she had to complete every day before the evening when she was supposed to show up with Sara in their bedroom.

The assignments had varied. Some were difficult, close to impossible, while others were solved almost effortlessly. Her first mission had been to get to the city an hour away and buy makeup for her and Sara to use for the evening. She had happily done so and had a very giggly afternoon as she and the other maid got ready. They had colored their cheeks, fixed their eyebrows, painted each other’s toenails and shaded their eyes. A few hours later, the makeup ran down her face after Mr Karlsson fucked her mouth for half an hour. He still hadn’t managed to get his cock more than half way down the shaft and in disappointment, he had Sara spank her bare buttocks until they turned red.

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part VII (Hucow, Lactation, Oral, Anal, mild mDom, Piercing, MFFFFFFFFF, Incest[M/D,S/S,GM/GS])

Howdy. This part is the “inspection” story I have been hinting at for a few episodes. I would have posted this a couple days ago, but I just felt like it was lacking. Not sure why, but I hope you folks find it to be satisfying. The next episode after this one is already about two-thirds done, and I am really happy about that part, so it might not be too long before part VIII lands.

This episode picks up immediately after the previous episode ends.

As always, I will note that all characters are 18+, all cows are human cows, all wolves are human wolves.

Thank you for reading and for your support!

Enjoy!

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part VII

The rest of Sunday afternoon was uneventful. The cows milked, I filled them with bull juice, I made Bibi take her bull juice from Nina’s cunt and Lucy’s ass – plus all the other usual stuff.

And I fantasized about turning my mom into a cow…soon…

At the Farm – Part 4 [F18/F18/M50/F35] [Mdom, D/S, spanking, slave training, lesdom, anal, BDSM] *Repost from new acc*

The door closed behind Sara as she walked towards her mission. Maja turned to her husband.
“What are your plans for the girls? If she manages to get the other maid here, that is.”
Sigvard stroked his wife’s hips with the tip of his fingers, pulling her towards him. She felt the warmth of his breath as she met his lips with her own.
“Many years ago, when I first met David’s mother, I lived somewhat of a different life. I traveled a lot, visited many places and got to know people with a slightly… alternative attitude to life. They considered themselves a hidden society, with members all over the world. Their great belief was that in order to find true meaning in life, one must give in to their inner desires. To not hold yourself back by the boundaries of expectations and norms.”
“Okay…?”
“They taught me a lot. That true pleasure is a process. It is something you train yourself towards. And the greatest pleasure, according to those in the society, is that between a master and his slave.”
His hands slid down and grabbed her buttocks. It made her giggle.
“How?” Maja whispered as he massaged her ass. “How do you train a girl to be someone’s slave?”
“First, we must deny her pleasure, at the start. Make her yearn for our touch while we promise her rewards as her skills grow. Give her goals and missions, give her the carrot when she succeeds and the whip for failures.”
“Mmm”, Maja mumbled and closed her eyes.
“She must learn to worship my cock. Make her look at it as the key to her pleasure.” Her husband slapped Maja’s ass softly through the fabric. He winked. “Let’s see if Sara succeeds in her mission.”
***
Maja followed the two girls with her eyes as they stood shoulder to shoulder in the bedroom. She could not take her eyes off the new girl – Lisa – as she clasped her hands in front of her thin nightgown and nervously glanced towards them. She stood barefoot on the carpet, slightly trembling and clearly fighting the impulse to drag the hem of her gown farther down the pale, almost white thighs. Her plump breasts heaved in an unsteady rhythm, betraying her anxious mind. She clenched her toes over the soft carpet while Maja and her husband examined her under silence.
“Where did you find this one?” Maja finally asked her husband. “She is wonderful.”
“Truly. The daughter of an old friend who recently moved to the New Country. He could not afford to take the whole family with him.”
“Poor thing,” she said. “We’ll just have to take care of her here.” She gently stroked Lisa’s cheek. “Are you nervous, sweetie?”
“A little,” Lisa admitted.
“I understand. But there’s no need to.”
“Do you know why you’re here?” asked Sigvard.
“Yes.”
“How do you know that?”
“I saw you once,” Lisa admitted, her face turning red. “When you … did things with Sara.”
“And what did I do?”
“I saw you…” her blush deepened. “whipping her. On the bum with a cane, and… between her legs. And then she put your manhood in her mouth.”
“And how did seeing that make you feel?”
The poor maid swallowed, but the stiff, extruding buds showing through the gown spoke its own language. “Warm … and wet between the legs.”
“You mean you were horny?”
The redness spread wider. She seemed unsure of how to respond. “Yes,” she mumbled, glancing at the carpet.
“There is no shame in that,” said the farmer. “It’s a natural feeling. Did you fantasize about taking Sara’s place? To feel the cane against your own exposed cheeks?”
“A little, then.”
“And now?”
“Yes,” Lisa whispered. She looked shyly down at the carpet, with shame written through the red on her marvelous little face.
“So you want to be like Sara? Ours, to be used as we wish?”
“Yes-” She cleared her throat. “Yes, I want that.”
“Then, before you truly make your decision, I have to explain some rules.” He sat in his armchair in the middle of the room, a glass of wine in his hand as he talked. “As long as you are here, we own you, just as a piece of property. You do as we please without protest, whatever we ask of you. But … we will only ask you once. We will not repeat ourselves. It’s up to you then to decide whether to obey or not. No one is forcing you to be here, and that will continue to be the case. And if you choose to leave, it will not be held against you, nor threaten your job. You are still employed as a maid here and we will take care of you. But you can not return here, to our room, the next night. Or the nights after. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“And you call me ‘master’ when you address me.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good.” He stayed quiet a few seconds, probably to see if she was considering leaving. But when she remained still he nodded with a satisfied grunt. “Sara sweetie, unbutton her nightgown.”
“Yes, master.”
The young maid was quickly in place behind the blond beauty and began to softly unbutton the hem of her back. The maid trembled slightly when the thin garment fell to the floor, exposing her perky, round titties.
“Jesus,” Maja whispered. She stared as if bewitched at the young girl’s body. She had natural, curly hair, bright as the sun, which fell over her shoulders while perfectly framing the well-rounded but puffy breasts. The juicy buds were small and pink, but pointed straight into the fresh night air. Her skin was almost as pale as her hair and the hips were round and soft. The farmer’s wife rounded the girl again and caressed her bare back with her fingers, feeling her twitch a little. “Think when I had such firm breasts.”
“Beauty comes in different forms, my beloved,” said her husband.
Majas fingers closed over Lisa’s breasts from behind, weighed them and squeezed softly. “They have turned quite stiff. You should feel.”
“In time.”
Maja squeezed the young girl’s nipples between her fingers, just as Patrik had pinched hers. She heard the girl gasp as she twisted them. Was it out of enjoyment, or only pain? The woman brought her fingers down, over her soft stomach until it rested just above her pussy. Feeling the girl inhale deeply, she slipped past the thin cloth. A rough bush gave way for her gentle touch and her fingers felt the heat and moisture över the soft slit. The girl’s breathing intensified as the fingers played between her legs and she squirmed involuntarily with her back against Maja.
“It seems like our little maid is horny,” Maja said over the girl’s shoulder. She held up her wet fingers as evidence. “She is hairy though. Something has to be done about that.”
Her husband nodded. “Sara, you heard your mistress. Get the chair.”
The other maid, who stood still obediently with her hands clasped in front of her, moved immediately. Soon a chair stood in the middle of the room, with the maid Sara standing behind it with her hands again clasped in front of her belly. It struck Maja how fit the girl’s young body was. She followed every request without hesitation or thought of protest, her eyes submissively fixed on the floor but still standing straight, waiting for more instructions.
“Sara, free her,” Sigvard ordered och nodded towards Lisa.
Sara sank to her knees behind the other maid and slowly began to pull the last item of clothing down Lisa’s hips. As soon as the hem moved past the hips, it lost traction and fell down the thighs and landed at her cute, bare feet. As the young girl stepped out of them, her hands unconsciously moved towards her private parts. Catching herself and blushing prettily, she stopped the movement before it obstructed the view of her sweet pussy.
“A proper bush, but it was expected,” said her husband.
“But beautiful nonetheless. She almost makes me feel self-conscious,” Maja admitted, her eyes transfixed at the maids’ young, swollen pussy. The blonde bush covered most of the area, but she could still outline the moisture – both from the pussy itself and from the thin, glistening lines of wet running down her thighs.
“No one can compete with you, my beloved,” said Sigvard. “But we have to do something about that bush. Immediately.”
“Sara, get the scissors, the razor blade, the bucket and the soap.”
The maid stood still, naked in front of her two employers, while Sara ran to fetch the tools. The deep red blush had spread down her face, over her neck. She awkwardly glanced at them while gripping and releasing the furry carpet surface with her bare toes. A short while later, Sara returned, arms full, and pulled out a chair for Lisa to sit on.
“Put your feet on the edge of the chair and spread as wide as you can,” instructed her husband.
Lisas pale skin grew redder as she sat down on the chair. “Yes, master,” she said, as she parted her legs wide, opening herself up completely.
“She’s wet, honey,” said Maja. “The pussy is practically steaming.”
Lisa lowered her eyes with an embarrassed look, but not even she could deny the truth behind Maja’s words.
“Sara, you know the routine. Be careful, this is her first time and she’s probably as nervous as you were.”
“Yes, sir,” Sara replied with heavy breathing as she stared as transfixed between her friend’s legs. She slid down to her knees in front of Lisa’s parted thighs and picked up the scissors. Then she carefully went to work.
First, the maid carefully cut the top of the blonde bush, trimmed it until only a thin layer of pubic hair remained. Then she lubricated her pussy with a special, foamy soap. Lisa’s breath deepened and her eyes went almost glassy as she leaned her head back over the backrest, facing the roof as she inhaled and exhaled with exaggerated breaths. Finally, Sara gently let the razor blade do its thing.
Maja felt an itch between her own legs as Lisas body moved in small squirms, fighting the pleasure as her pussy was being shaved for the first time. She wondered how the girl felt, completely bare and exposed, sitting with her legs spread wide while another gorgeous, blonde girl slowly pulled a razor blade over her pulsating pussy. She saw how the girl jerked as Sara’s hands touched the sensitive spots, and she listened as Lisas breath became even more heavy and unsteady.
Maja took her husband’s hand and put it over her cunt.
“Are you a bit aroused?” he asked, rubbing a finger between her spreading folds.
“Very.”
When Sara finally put down the razor and inspected the bare, soft skin with the top of her fingers, both the outer and inner labia were parted and shiny. The gorgeous, blonde maid kept her eyes lowered, her face still caught in a cute blush, while she waited for the farmer’s response.
“Superb,” said the farmer with an approving smile. “It seems like you’ve been waiting a long time to be touched like that. Isn’t that right, Lisa?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“I think it’s time for our girls to show us what they can do,” said Maja. “Sara, sit down next to Lisa.”
Sara pulled out a chair and sat obediently next to Lisa.
“Show yourselves.”
Lisa glanced to the side and saw Sara pull her feet up to the edge of the chair, lift the hem to the nightgown and spread her legs wide. Lisa, who had just closed her legs, opened her pale thighs again.
“Now that sure is a lovely sight,” said the farmer. “Are you feeling aroused, Sara?”
“Yes, sir,” the girl whispered.
“Do you want to touch yourself?”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Do it, slowly.”
The maid let her fingers wander downwards and Lisa’s eyes were locked between her friend’s thighs as the maid closed eyes and began to touch her most delicate parts.
“And you, Lisa?” Maja asked as her husband’s fingers reached between her legs. “What do you want?”
“I-” Lisa blushed and cleared her throat. “I don’t know.”
“Do you also want to touch yourself?” asked Sigvard.
“Y…Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on then. Don’t be shy.”
A little tentative and fully blushing, the girl began to finger the freshly shaved skin between her thighs. She parted her soft, wet lips and slowly pulled her middle finger into the slit, up and down, feeling the moisture that formed. She seemed only vaguely aware that Sara was sitting next to her and doing exactly the same thing. A moan escaped her lips as she began massaging one of her breasts with a free hand. She met Maja’s gaze through half-closed eyes. The sight of the young virgin with her freshly shaved pussy made it throb even more between Maja’s thighs. She parted her legs wider and met her husband’s fingers with her hip. Her hands massaged her plump breasts through the thin silk gown as she followed the two girls exploring themselves. She realized how many depraved, lewd things she wanted to do with them, how far she wanted to take this. Her inner eye imagined them playing with each other, getting fucked by her husband, getting their faces and lips covered by his seed. She wanted to see them spanked, their mouths fucked, hear them moaning with pleasure and pain. She had never been on this side before, on the dominant one. She found that she liked the role.
***
Lisa lost track of time and surroundings as she caressed her smooth, slippery flower in front of her master and mistress. She had never, in her life, felt what she now felt. The shame that colored her skin was mixed with arousal and pleasure – stiffening her nipples as her pussy vibrated.
“You seem uncertain,” said Mrs. Maja. “I suppose you haven’t had much practice touching yourself?”
“No, Mrs. Maja,” Lisa replied.
“Sara, help her.”
Lisa opened her eyelids and saw Sara sliding down her chair to sit down in front of her. Her fingers slid over her thighs, caressing the fair skin before taking their place over her pussy. Lisa gasped when she again felt the girl’s fingers against her swollen, wet lips. Her fingertips slowly rubbed the delicate bud and Lisas’ own hands moved upward, over her breasts.
“Kiss her,” said the farmer, sitting on his chair with his wife on his lap. His hands had slipped inside her silk gown, between her legs.
Sara raised herself up with her hands planted on Lisa’s thighs, moved towards her face. Their lips met in a warm kiss. Lisa felt the girl’s tongue dance against hers and her own hands slid over the maids waist and firm buttocks.
“Switch places,” ordered her master.
Lisa got up with Sara’s lips still pressed against hers. They spun around so that Sara ended up in the chair as Lisa knelt down in front of her. The young maid pulled her legs up and put her bare feet on the edge of the chair. Her pussy opened itself in front of Lisa. The pink, soft lips seemed to pulsate. With a slight tremble, Lisa repeated what Sara had done to her. She slid her index finger down across the slit, feeling the warmth and moisture against the tip of her finger. With tentative motions she started massaging the tiny pearl on top. Sara moaned as she bit her lip.
Suddenly she felt a hand grip her ass, kneading and massaging as she explored Sara’s pussy. A hand gripped her hair from behind and slowly pushed her face forward, towards the glittering flower in front of her. Lisa didn’t resist, but couldn’t help but tremble just a bit as she closed in on Sara’s pussy. The hand stopped her just a short inch from the wet, throbbing lips. Lisa’s nose was practically inside of the maid’s pussy and she could feel the strong but inviting scent of Sara’s arousal. “Stick out your tongue,” whispered Mrs. Maja close to her ear. “Taste the slut.”
Lisa knew she could protest. That she could stop it at any time. But her body was on fire, her pussy itched and every part of her screamed for more. So she obeyed her mistress and met the girl’s pussy with her tongue.
She poked the wet skin with the tip of her tongue, experiencing the taste of another girl’s pussy for the first time. Sara’s breathing turned heavy in response, which encouraged Lisa to go deeper. She dragged her tongue over the swollen lips in broad motions, tasting the juices that drenched the young maids pussy. It was a strong taste, but not unpleasant. Mrs. Maja’s hand guided her över the girl’s pussy, bringing her up and down as she licked like a cat from a bowl. Her head was forced deeper between Sara’s legs and she kissed the slit as she had just kissed the girl’s mouth, with her tongue dancing between the slippery vale.
*SMACK* She gasped as a hand firmly hit her buttocks. “Lick her deeper.” Lisa’s face was forced deeper into Sara’s pussy, and she stuck out her tongue, squiggling it inside of Sara’s opening.
*SMACK* The palm hit her buttocks again and she involuntarily gasped with her tongue deep inside her friend.
“Keep it up. Lick her until she squeals,” said Mrs. Maja, her voice hoarse.
Lisa’s face was now buried between Sara’s legs and she felt how the hips met her mouth in a soft rhythm.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
The hand continued to slap her buttocks. It hit the same area each time and a stinging redness slowly began to spread. Lisa moaned as the intensity increased.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
“Get your little friend to climax. When she gasps in ecstasy and shouts your name, your punishment ends,” Mrs. Maja said as she spanked Lisa’s ass in a steady rhythm.
A searing pain began to spread over Lisa’s buttocks. Her right buttock felt like it was burning, while her pussy screamed for attention. She herself could not see anything, buried between Sara’s legs as she was, but she felt the thighs twitch against her cheeks and the maid twisted in involuntary movements over her. Mrs. Maja’s hand pressed her harder against the pussy, making it almost hard to breathe, and in a nimble movement, Sara pulled her legs up so that her bare feet locked behind Lisa’s neck and over Mrs. Maja’s hand, adding pressure to Lisa’s face as she struggled for air buried in the girl’s pussy.
“You like it, don’t you, slut? Watching your friend get spanked as she licks your pussy.”
“Yes, Mrs. Maja,” Sara moaned. Her feet pressed harder against Lisa’s neck.
“Do you want to get spanked too? To feel your bum sting and blush like little Lisa’s here?”
“Very much, Mrs. Maja,” the girl whispered as she heaved herself against Lisa’s face.
“Do you want to cum on her sweet little face, like your master has cum on yours so many times?”
“Mmmm.” She seemed to have a hard time finding words, and Lisa had a hard time hearing them, trapped as she was between the girl’s surprisingly strong legs and Maja’s persistent hand. The pain soon made Lisa quiver in rhythm with each loud *SMACK* against her buttocks, as her pulsating pussy overcame the searing pain.
And suddenly Sara chirped, Lisa pressed harder against her lap and something splashed on her face, something wet. Lisa’s nose and mouth were covered in jets of Sara’s juices as the spasms coursed through the maid’s body, but finally Sara let go and let Lisa raise her head. She turned to face Mrs. Maja and her husband, fully aware that her face was covered in Sara’s juices.
The wealthy farmer had pulled out his cock and jerked it slowly. It was so big! How had little Sara managed to fit it in her pussy? In her throat!? How would it fit in Lisa?
Mrs. Maja stepped back and sat on Mr. Karlssons knees, closed her fingers around his member and took over the slow strokes. “Our maids have to be clean, right honey?”
“Of course,” he replied.
“You have to clean each other up every time you get dirty. That’s the rule if you want to be our little dolls. Understood?”
“Yes, Mrs. Maja,” Sara and Lisa said together. They were kneeling in front of the couple, side by side, both naked, both red-flamed. Sara was sweaty from her orgasm, her hair a mess, while Lisa’s face was dripping with the other maid’s juices. Sara turned to Lisa and took her face in her hands. Their lips first met in a brief, but slushy kiss, before her tongue continued to wander over her face. Lisa closed her eyes as the maid lapped up the pussy juices from her face with an almost cat-like tongue. Lisa felt the taste of the juices as Sara returned to her lips in a hungry kiss.
“Good girl,” said the Great Farmer. “I think you dolls are getting heated up now. It’s payback time. Come here. On your knees!” Sara and Lisa crawled across the floor on their knees, stood up in front of his half-flabby cock. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, Lisa?”
“No, sir,” Lisa replied with a slightly shaky voice.
“It’s about time. It’s one of the most important skills a little slave can learn. Don’t you agree, love?”
“Of course,” Maja said as she continued to jerk off her husband’s cock. “A docile slut must know how to please her master.”
“I want to learn, sir,” said Lisa.
“Good. Come here!” Lisa crawled forward the extra meter until she was on her knees in front of the Great farmer and his semi-hard cock. She felt her stomach flutter, but she straightened her back and folded her hands obediently in front of her, awaiting instructions from her master.
“Take my cock in your hand. Wrap your fingers around it and feel it pulse.” Lisa did as he said. It was warm, excluding power even though it wasn’t at its full size.
“I feel, sir.”
“This cock is from now on the most important thing in your life. It is more important than your work on the farm and more important than yourself. Repeat what I say if you understand.”
Lisa nodded. “Yes, sir. It is the most important thing in my life.” She felt herself being pulled deeper into the Great farmer’s grip as the small part of her that still held doubt slowly started to surrender as she repeated his words. As she spoke the words, they solidified into truth. She was his and the cock in front was her everything.
“You must worship this cock and take care of it. Everything it wants you must give it. Your will is no longer your own. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. My will is no longer mine. It belongs to you.” She felt lighter. Like her submission set her free. She belonged to her master and mistress.
“Your body is mine to use how I want, when I want. You are to take care of it, keep it clean and pleasant but in mind and matter, it is mine. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. My body is yours. You can do anything and everything you want with it.” The cock stiffened a little in her hand as she forced herself deeper into the farmer’s grip. She understood that it made him aroused to hear her submission.
“Good. I will give you many tasks, but sometimes you will not succeed in what I ask of you. When you have been stupid, disobedient or done wrong, I will have to punish you. Do you understand that as well?”
“Yes, sir. I understand that you must punish me when I disobey.”
“Your punishments will hurt, sometimes for days afterwards, but they are necessary to make you as good and docile a slave as possible. You understand?”
“Yes, sir. It is for my sake that you punish me, so that I may serve you better.”
“And just as you’ll be punished when you have been disobedient, you will be rewarded when you have been good. The form of rewards may differ. Maybe I let you stroke yourself to orgasm, or let Sara lick you in front of me. But the absolute greatest reward you can get is my seed on your face or in your mouth. That is your highest reward, and you must earn it. My seed will not be free.”
“No sir. I have to earn your seed.”
“But every time I release my seed, it has to be cleaned up, so it doesn’t go to waste. If you’ve earned it, you’ll get to take care of it with your tongue, otherwise Sara will get it all. If both have been disobedient, my beloved wife will do the cleansing.”
“Yes, sir. Then Mrs. Maja will have your sperm.”
“Good. And one last rule. From now on, you are not allowed to orgasm or fondle yourself without my permission. No matter how aroused you are, no matter how tempting it is, you are not allowed to climax unless I have given permission . You can ask nicely if the need arises, but if I say no, that’s what counts.”
“Yes, sir. I’m not allowed to caress my pussy or have an orgasm without your permission,” Lisa replied again. The last rule made her aware of how warm she was between her thighs.. She decided to be as good a slave as she could, to do whatever it took for them to allow her to touch herself.
“Good. To prove your devotion you will not have an orgasm tonight. Tonight you will show what kind of servant you want to be and how obedient you intend to be in the future. Understood?”
Lisa swallowed, trying not to show her disappointment. “Yes, sir. I will not orgasm tonight, or at all until you give me permission.” Her burning pussy screamed in protest, but she ignored it as best she could. It was easier said than done.
“I want to remind you that the offer from earlier still stands. You are free to leave now or whenever you want.”
“Yes, sir. I know.” She was free to leave. She would still have her job, her bed and be fed every day. Her life would go on as usual. But she would not be welcome back into his bedroom. “I will not leave, master. I want to be yours. Your… property.”
“Good.” His mandom was harder in her hand, but still not in its full right. “Now you’re going to show me how talented you are at using that mouth.”
Lisa turned her gaze back to the cock and bent down towards it. She was nervous, unsure, but at the same time impatient to taste it. She remembered the image of Sara when she had the rod deep down her throat. The strings of saliva that hung over her chin as he pulled out. Would that be Lisa in a few seconds? Or would the Great farmer be gentle her first time? How had it been for Sara when she first took him between her lips?
Lisa embraced the dark glans and she felt the salty taste of his pre-cum. She slid deeper down the shaft, running her tongue over the warm skin. The cock reacted in her mouth, growing slowly. Mrs. Maja was still sitting on her husband’s lap and Lisa touched her bare thigh with her cheek as she lowered herself deeper over his cock. She put a hand over Mrs. Maja’s thigh for support, and sucked hard as she pulled her head back. The cock was growing even faster now and Lisa wondered absentmindedly how it would fit in her mouth when it reached its full size.
“How’s she doing, my husband?” asked Mrs. Maja above her. She stroked Lisa’s hair.
“A bit clumsy, but she has talent. With experience, she’ll be a good mouth worker,” said the Great farmer.
“She will get plenty of experience.” Mrs. Maja grabbed Lisa’s hair, holding her head still as the cock hardened even more. Soon it seemed to reach full size. “Shall we see how deep she can take it?”
“Yes. Her throat-training needs to start early if she is to learn.”
Lisa, who was already struggling to fit the cock in her mouth, felt the farmer’s wife’s hand push her down deeper over the throbbing pole. She felt the glans pass the root of the tongue and approach the throat. She realized she wasn’t even halfway down the cock, and yet she gagged involuntarily. She gasped for air and coughed as her head was pushed down another inch. She was held there for a few long seconds before Mrs. Maja eased her grip and released her. She gasped heavily and felt an involuntary tear roll down her cheek.
“You were good, but I think you can do better,” said her master. “Show me.”
“Yes, sir.” She returned to the cock. She sucked and licked, trying to sense what he wanted. She massaged his balls while sucking. Then she drew in her breath and sank deeper. A hand pressed against the top of her head, forcing the cock further down. The glans touched her throat. Her eyes watered and she fought the reflex to pull away. After a few seconds she couldn’t take it anymore, and jerked her head away while coughing. Saliva ran down her chin, but she returned to the cock. She would be a good little slave for her master. She would get that reward. Maybe he would even let her orgasm? Her warm pussy made her involuntarily squirm on her knees.
She continued to suck the cock, deeper and deeper each time. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get more than halfway down the wide shaft before it stopped. If she went deeper than that, she immediately started to gag as tears made her sight blurry, and she was forced to stop. She understood that she had a reflex that needed to be removed, and she decided to make it happen. She would practice, on her own time, until she managed to take the Great farmer’s entire cock in her mouth. She would be as good a slave as Sara.
“That’s enough,” the Great farmer finally said and firmly pulled her off his cock. Strings of spit dangled in the air between her chin and the wet mandom as she gasped for air. “You’re trying well, but you need more practice. So I’m going to give you some motivation. When you can take my entire cock down your throat, and can hold it there as I count to five, I’ll give you permission to cum. But not before that.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Lisa with a sinking heart. She wouldn’t be allowed to touch her pussy until she took his entire cock down her throat. It would take days, maybe weeks, before she learned that. How would she survive so long without release?
“Now it’s little Sara’s turn to show what she can do. I’ve been waiting to take you in your bum. I was going to save it for a holiday, but I’m done waiting now. Tonight I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Sara nodded, but Lisa could tell she was a little nervous. Not the way Lisa would have been if she had just found out that the Great farmer’s huge cock was going to sodomize her, but still a tad nervous.
“You will have twenty minutes to prepare. Lisa may help you, but you may not use anything else. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the maid obediently.
“Time begins now.”
Sara stood on all fours, legs apart and butt pouting against Lisa. She wiggled her rear impatiently to show she was waiting. Lisa realized that she was the one the maid was waiting for.
Lisa would be a good slave and give the Great farmer reason to reward her. Maybe, if she was fully obedient, he’d let her touch herself even before she learned to take his cock completely?
So she knelt down in front of Sara’s waiting ass. She couldn’t help but squeeze the firm buttocks for a little while. It was satisfying to see the way the skin moved as she lightly slapped the almost cream white cheeks. Then she parted them and looked down at the wrinkled opening. It looked really tight.
She licked a finger and placed it against the opening. She pushed slowly and heard Sara gasp. She continued to push, feeling the opening give way around her. As she slid softly into Sara’s tight bum, she heard the maid moan. It was so small, so cramped shut, that it took strength for Lisa’s slender finger to get past the knuckle. How would a whole cock fit?
It suddenly struck Lisa that she was currently sodomizing another girl with her finger. Why did Sara’s whimpering moans get her so excited? What would her father and mother say if they saw her now? Their daughter, not even married, with her finger deep in another girl’s ass. The thought was enough to make her blush, but not enough to make her stop. How did Sara feel? Was it only pain, or was there some pleasure as well? The girl’s pussy was hot and wet, so at least the situation seemed to arouse her.
A finger wouldn’t be enough, not if she wanted to handle the Master member. Lisa pulled her finger out, moistened it between her lips and inserted two fingers, stretching Sara’s sphincter.
“Oh!” Sara moaned, her voice was laced with pain mixed with pleasure. “Careful, please.”
Lisa took it slowly, but the tingle between her legs spurred her to push her fingers deeper. It was so exciting to feel the girl’s ass tightening around her knuckles, to have her under her control.
If she hadn’t been so aroused, she probably wouldn’t have done what she did then. If someone had asked her a few weeks earlier if it was something she would ever do, the thought would have disgusted her. But the situation, and the fire in her pussy, had her in its grip:
Lisa spat down between the buttocks, saw the spit land in the little wrinkled crater, and bent her head down. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and heard Sara gasp as the tip touched her clinching hole. The gasps were replaced by surprised, but pleasurable, whimpers as Lisa began massaging the wrinkled area with her wet tongue. She alternated between lapping like a cat and rubbing her tongue against the center of the opening. The maid gasped even louder as Lisa firmly thrust her tongue deep, trying to push past the stubborn sphincter.
“Oh,” Sara quipped. “Don’t stop… keep going…”
Spurred on by the girl’s pleading words, Lisa burrowed deeper into the narrow opening. She pushed a finger in, licking while pulling quickly. She felt it slowly give way, so she pushed in another finger. It was still a long way from the Great Farmer’s cock, but it was better than nothing.
“That’s enough,” said the Great Farmer at last. “Now you’re ready.”
Lisa backed away from Sara, who sighed in disappointment as the tongue left her ass.
The Master and Maja stepped forward behind her. Maja felt softly with a red-painted finger around the saliva-covered, wrinkled opening. She let her finger slide in. “Tight,” she said. “But no more than I was the first time. It’ll hurt quite a bit for a while, but soon she’ll like it.”
“And you didn’t have Lisa’s tongue to help you wet the hole. Speaking of which. Slave!” He nodded at Lisa and pointed to the floor next to Sara’s exposed, pale ass. Lisa obediently crawled over and opened her mouth. The Great Farmer inserted his cock without any trace of tenderness and Lisa once again let her lips and tongue massage the veiny skin. She spat on the wide shaft, using her hands to spread the saliva until the cock was covered in a slithery layer.
The Great Farmer took position behind Sara. Lisa helped him place his cock between the young maid’s buttocks. The maid stiffened as the cock slowly forced her open and inhaled loudly as the sphincter gave way to his glans. She leaned her head on the floor and whimpered as the cock slid deeper into her. Lisa stared in fascination as her ass yielded to the Big Farmer’s enormous manhood. She didn’t know the anal opening could stretch like that. When was her own ass going to get fucked? Would she be as brave as Sara, who stoically met the cock with her hip, or would the pain blind her?
When would her Master take her pussy?
“Come here,” said Mrs. Maja. She put her bare foot against Sara’s back, pulled back the silk robe to reveal her shaved twat, and pulled Lisa’s hair so that her mouth was between her legs. Lisa obediently licked the pussy while the Great Farmer started to fuck Sara with deeper strokes. The girl moaned in pain, but the tone soon changed. The pain didn’t go away, but the whimpers became more and more pleasurable.
“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” the maid moaned every time his scrotum hit her lap. “Fuck my tight little ass! I’m yours, Master. My body and ass are yours! Use me however you want!”
Mrs. Maja humped her pussy against Lisa’s face, who lapped with her tongue and sucked on the little pink pearl, trying to satisfy her mistress. It seemed she was doing well, based on Mrs. Maja’s gasps.
“You are such an obedient little pet,” murmured the beautiful woman. “Such a good little cunt-licker.” She pressed Lisa harder against her pussy and jerked violently as an orgasm swept through her body. Lisa’s face became wet again.
The Farmer grunted. “Slavegirl, lie under Sara, your head between her legs.” Lisa left Mrs. Maja and crawled under Sara where she stood on all fours. She moved forward until she was laying on her back with her face under Sara’s dripping pussy and the Great Farmer’s thrusting cock. “Lick her as I fuck her ass.”
Lisa obeyed again, craning her neck so she gained access. The Farmer’s sack slapped against her face as she licked the maid’s pussy.
The big farmer’s pumping became more intense and soon he was fucking Sara’s ass with the same force as if it had been her pussy. Sara rocked back and forth in his hands, but only encouraged him with her moans and pleading words.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.” The balls thumped against Lisa in time with the moans. “Keep fucking me, master… teach me to be your good little fuck doll… make me into your obedient little slave… Oh!”
The Master spanked the ass cheeks with his hand, over and over, making them blush as he fucked the maid hard. Finally, with a drawn out moan, he pulled his cock free. “You’re going to taste my seed today, Lisa. You’ve been an obedient girl, showing great promise. Don’t swallow it all. You’re going to share it with whore of a friend.”
He yanked on his cock faster, closed his eyes and aimed it down at Lisa where she lay underneath. She gaped obediently and the seed hit her face in scattered bursts. Some hit the tongue, some over the eyes and cheeks.
In the middle of the squirt, he bent down and inserted his cock into her mouth. “Don’t swallow, this is Sara’s portion.”
The cock squirted a few more bursts into her mouth and she let the cum roll over her tongue, completely lost in her role as a submissive piece of property to her Master. “Show me.”
She gaped, showing him the white, sticky semen as her tongue made it waggle.
“Good. Sara, claim your reward!”
Sara, on shaky legs, turned and saddled Lisa. She lowered her face and met Lisa’s cum-stained lips. They kissed with the Masters seed between them, letting it flow back and forth between their hungry mouths. Finally, Sara closed her lips around a good amount of the salty cream, raised herself to her knees and knelt in front of the Great Farmer. Lisa did the same, still with her own portion of jizz in her mouth.
“Show the seed,” ordered their Master. They opened their mouths and showed that the semen was still there. “Good. Swallow and don’t forget to say thank you.”
Lisa swallowed and felt the salt tickle her tastebuds as the cum ran down her throat. “Thank you for the seed, Master,” she said.
“Thank you for the seed, Master,” said Sara.
“You have been prime tonight, Sara. Clean Lisa’s face and chest. Then you can lie down in our bed. Tonight you get to sleep with us, as a reward.”
Lisa met Sara’s bright, glassy eyes, felt her warm body against her own as the young girl leaned closer, a wicked smile on her lips as their firm, pointy breasts pressed against each other. The slutty little maid kissed the tip of her nose gently, then moved downwards, her tongue slurping hungrily as licked up the cum that ran along Lisa’s sweaty skin. She made sure to not waste a drop. As she kissed and licked the semen of Lisa’s face, she massaged and fondled her firm body, playing with her nipples, stroking her hips and sharing her warmth. When Lisa’s face was completely clean from the Master’s seed, the cute little maid helped her to her feet. They then staggered away towards bed, Sara’s bare legs a little wobbly. Naked and sweaty, they huddled between the Great Farmer and his wife. Lisa felt the flaccid cock against her buttocks as he lay behind her, one arm over her breast absently playing with her statically stiff nipples. Mrs. Maja did the same with Sara’s firm butt. Once again, Lisa forced herself to lie still. Her pussy screamed and screamed, wanting to be freed from its shackles. But she couldn’t listen to the frustrating screams, not yet. She would make a good slave. She would learn everything her Master taught her. She was going to be his property, his little fuck doll, just like Sara. And when he allowed, she would scream her orgasm all over the house.
She had made her decision.

At the Farm – Part 3 [F18/F18/M20/F36/M50] [Mdom, D/S, Spanking, BDSM]

Maja, wife of Sigvard Karlsson and stepmother of his son David, wagged her plump ass as the young, clean-shaven man stood behind her. She gasped as he took a firm grip around her hair and smacked her buttocks. She felt the usual shameful arousal when his stiff manhood pressed against her wet pussy. She embraced his shaft with muscles inside her cunt, met his hips as they began moving in a steady rhythm. His hand slid around her waist, reached to stimulate the pink pearl hidden on top of her wet folds. She spun like a cat as he firmly pulled her hair and increased the speed.
Maja saw herself gazing back from the mirror at front of the bed. Even though she was only four years from her forties, she was still hanging on to the beauty that had made her so notorious during her youth. Her looks had of course changed, but in the best possible way. A safe, shielded life had kept her skin smooth. Her discipline regarding food, alcohol and tobacco made her body well-rounded instead of thick or sinewy. And still, no major wrinkles or gray hairs had made their entrance.
She felt how the younger man, almost a boy as he was, pulled on her hair, forced her to kneel. She moaned as his lips kissed the back of her neck. One hand squeezed her stiff breasts as he drilled his cock deeper inside of her.
“Do you like when I fuck you, bitch?” he whispered in her ear.
“Mm,” moaned Maja.
“What do you think your husband would say if he saw you now?” Patrik asked, grabbing her throat with a firm grip.
The shame welled at the thought of Sigvard seeing her now, being fucked by this young, pimple-faced man, but for some reason – which Patrik was well aware of – it only made her pussy drip all the more.
“He would get angry,” Maja said.
“Would he punish you?” Patrik bit into her ear while he emphasized his words with even stronger thrusts against her ass.
“Maybe,” Maja moaned.
“He should, because you deserve it.” He pinched her hard nipples before pushing her face back onto the sheets. “This is how it goes when you are an unfaithful bitch.” He pulled out his cock and parted her buttocks. Without pardon, he pressed the cock against her forbidden hole, as he had done many times before. The sphincter gave way and his cock filled her tight bottom almost to the root.
It still hurt, but not like the first few times, when she hadn’t even been able to walk afterwards. The pain was quickly followed by pleasure these days, and came from more than just the feeling of his cock in her tightest, most sinful hole. It was also how forbidden it was, in both act and situation, as well as knowing that she was completely under his control.
Sigvard, her husband, was a strong man. But he had always been overly tender towards her, especially in the bedroom. A fine lover with his hands and tongue, but always in full control of himself. He had never forced her face against the sheets, hard enough to make her gasp for air, as he did what he wished with her helpless body. He had never torn off her dress, making buttons fly in all directions, while grabbing her face and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He had never forced her to lie still on her back while jerking over her face and spraying his thick, white seed over her waiting face.
Patrik had done all these things the first night they met, and more since then.
She had spent two months at the capital, away from her husband and family. Tomorrow she would start her journey home and she had made it clear to Patrik this was their last night together. Of course, he had decided to make the best of it. He drilled his cock hard and deep between her buttocks and Maja felt an orgasm start its approach.
He filled her with his seed as she screamed in climax. She panted with her brows buried against the sheet as he playfully smacked her buttocks and pulled out his shrinking member. He lay down on his back next to her, resting his hands under his head. She put her cheek against his chest, as she knew he wanted.
“So you’re really leaving me tomorrow?” Patrik asked.
“It’s time,” Maja replied.
“You can stay. No one is forcing you to go back.”
Maja sighed. She had been afraid that this would happen. “No one is forcing me to go home. I just want to.”
Patrik was silent and she could feel his chest getting tense. She regretfully closed her eyes as she knew what was coming.
“I love you.”
“You are cute,” Maja replied, kissing his cheek. “But you know I belong to someone else.”
“He’s not enough for you.”
“It … that’s not true,” Maja replied.
“Why else are you with me?”
“It’s not that simple …”
Patrik looked down at her. “Do you regret being with me?”
“No,” said Maja. “And yes.”
“Can you give a fucking answer at some point? Do you love me or not?”
Damn, she had known it would lead to this. From the first moment, she had known that this was the final destination. A broken heart for him, and eternal shame for her.
“No, I do not,” she said as tenderly as she could. “I love my husband.”
Her chin hit the bed as Patrik got up and began to dress. “Thanks for the answer,” he said just before leaving her alone in the hotel room. Maja did nothing to stop him. Instead she sank deeper between the sheets while staring up at the ceiling. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And how the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.
***
A few days later, Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a young well-off man, probably living in the more dainty parts of Stockholm.
Anger made Sigvard shake as the contents hit him, further spurred by the arrogant wording throughout the letter. He wanted to crumble it and throw it away, followed by a chair and possibly his most expensive table, into the wall. But through all the anger an inner voice managed to make itself heard: “And how innocent are you, Mr Karlsson?”.
Images of a girl with fair skin and curly hair, kneeling with his cock deep in her mouth, appeared. Another of him “punishing” her with both palms and a thin rod, and later fucking her as a reward when she’s proven her obedience. For two months Sigvard had enjoyed his very own slave, a young not-so-innocent lamb to do what he wanted with. And if he was honest with himself, he wouldn’t have given up on this newfound pleasure when Maja returned.
Alas, he had no right to be angry. Any sin she might have committed, he was equally guilty of.
But still he was angry.
Someone knocked on the door. “Mrs. Karlsson is here, sir,” said Lisa and curtsied. Sigvard dropped the letter on the table and perused his new maid. He thought Sara was a wonderful young girl, with all that entailed. In any village or lesser town, she would be hailed as the great beauty. But Lisa was more than just beautiful or cute. She dazzled every room she stepped into. She had a doll-sweet face with smooth, porcelain-like features, sun-golden hair and bright eyes. Her body was well turned, the hips just wide enough to be described as curvy, and she had started to fill out those dresses a bit more during her time here – slowly making up for what had previously been missing as a child growing up in a poor family. And her breasts … even through the fabric of her dress, he could still make out the beautiful forms – firm and made to be fondled and squeezed.
In ancient times, a great war had been fought between the united city-states of Greece and Troy, just for one woman. Sigvard imagined that Helene might have approached Lisa’s beauty. To have such a revelation in front of him … lying on her back, naked, with the legs parted, hunger burning in those innocent eyes of hers…
Sigvard realized he was not only staring, but also building an erection while so doing. He forced his thoughts back to the present. His plans for Lisa were in motion, but now he had to focus on the present.
“Tell her to meet me up here, if you would, my dear.”
“Yes, Mr. Karlsson.” The girl curtsied again – slightly overcompensating – and left. Sigvard reached for the letter and read the words one last time before Maja walked into the room. She could most likely feel something in the air, because she stopped at the doorstep and looked at the letter still in his hand. “I suppose that must have just arrived?”
“Hello, darling.”
His voice must have been cold, despite his attempts of light-hearted flippancy, as she just lowered her gaze and sighed. “Patrik?”
“Yes.” He stared at his wife, waiting for an answer. She truly was beautiful. He was almost surprised at how much her betrayal hurt him. Once you had lived with one person long enough, it was easy to forget what those feelings you’ve taken for granted truly meant. Easy to forget what love really was. But when he pictured her with another man’s cock in her mouth… his gorgeous wife satisfying some spoiled city brat with that beautiful, mellow body of hers… that’s when he remembered how much she truly meant for him. And the shame towards his own recent decisions multiplied.
“I was … confused,” Maja said. “He … I was not strong enough.” Her voice was colored by shame and she fiddled with a curly lock as she spoke, her eyes lowered to the floor.
“So you fucked him?”
She seemed shocked by his language, but nodded.
“Come here,” said Sigvard.
Hesitantly she crossed the distance between them, until she stood just a few feet from him. He looked at her. She was not old, but her youth was behind her. And the journey had made her blossom. The curly hair framed a mature but wrinkle-free face, with full lips and usually playful eyes, like a kitten sneaking up on its master, intent on slaying his wicked fingers. He touched her cheek. “Do you love Patrik?”
She opened her eyes. “No. Never. You’re my one love. Truly.”
“But yet you let him fuck you? Several times?”
She nodded with a lowered gaze.
“How many times?”
She drew in her breath. “Every night for a month.”
Sigvard felt himself stiffen. Every night? How long had it been since they used to fuck every night??
His hand moved downwards while the battle between jealousy and anger raged in his mind. Was he not guilty of that exact same crime? Had he not fucked another girl practically every night during this same month? And just “fucking” wouldn’t be enough to describe it.
“Something is wrong between us,” he whispered. “It’s been for a long time now.”
She raised her eyes hesitantly “What do you mean?”
“What you’ve done … and what I’ve done … it’s symptoms.”
“What have you done?”
“We have both sinned … against God and one another.”
She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. “Oh.” She was silent for a moment. “Who?”
Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something … But maybe it did not have to be a disease … Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table.
“Sara!” he called.
Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied. “Yes, sir?”
With her hair braided in two cute pigtails, the feet bare on the cold floor, and that slim dress, she looked ridiculously cute.
“Her?” Maja asked.
Sigvard took his wife by the hand and whispered softly. “We can turn this around. Let me show you.” He kissed her cheek and neck before raising his voice towards his young slave. “Sara, explain to my wife what we have done in her absence.”
Sara blushed and nervously clasped her hands in front of dress. She stammered, “Everything, sir?”
“All of it.”
“Mr. Karlsson has taught me to be an obedient girl. He has taught me to suck his cock and take it deep in my throat. He has taught me how to best satisfy him when we fuck. If I am obedient, he rewards me with his warm seed, and if I disobey, he will punish me.”
Maja looked with wide eyes at the girl who spoke so frankly. Sara’s face turned redder.
“How did he punish you?” Maja whispered.
“By whipping my ass or pussy.”
“He whipped you … between the legs?”
Sara nodded, her face red as wine.
“Do you want me to show you?” whispered Sigvard in Maja’s ear. His wife stood still for a moment and while staring at the girl, but her breathing was heavy and a cute blush was spreading on her cheeks.
“Yes,” she croaked silently.
“Sara, sit down at the table.”
The girl obediently walked over to the desk and sat on its edge. “Like this, sir?”
“Good. Now, pull up your skirt.”
The girl blushed deeper, but parted her legs as she pulled up the hem of her dress. Her smooth, wet pussy exposed itself to Maria and Sigvard. Sigvard heard Maja catch her breath. Her gaze was fixed on the glistening, hairless pussy.
“Caress yourself, Sara.”
The young, fair-haired girl ran her fingers between her legs. With gentle movements she moved a finger up and down the slightly parted slit.
“Do you want to feel?” he asked. Maja stretched out a hand as if in a trance and touched gently on the wet surface of the young pussy. She moved a finger along the pink lips, widening her eyes as Sara let out a soft moan. The tip of her finger became wet as the girl’s eyes turned glassy, squirming in pleasure as a woman touched her most sacred part for the first time.
“What are we doing?” Maja whispered as she raised her finger to Sigvard, who took it in his mouth and licked the juices.
“We are discovering what we have been missing before, darling,” he said. His hand slid down over his wife’s back, toward her waist and hips. He squeezed her ass through the dress fabric. “Touch her again.”
Maja’s hand returned to Sara, who raised the pussy to meet her. Sigvard slid around his wife and slowly pulled up the hem of the dress as she stood leaning between the girl’s thighs. He bared her legs and lace-covered buttocks. He pulled her underwear down her waist and dropped them to the floor while unbuttoning his pants, freeing the screaming cock from its prison.
“You’ve shaved,” he said.
“Patrik forced me,” Maja mumbled as her hand played with Sara’s labia.
“Keep it up,” said Sigvard, putting his throbbing tip against her swelling mouse. She was as horny as the girl on the table, which the juices down her thighs tattled. “I’m going to fuck you now, honey.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered and moaned as Sigvard buried himself to the root inside her with a single deep thrust. She anchored her hands against Sara’s slender thighs as Sigvard began to fuck her hard. He detached one of her breasts from the tight-fitting dress and massaged it while thrusting harder and harder into his wife’s hot pussy. Sara watched with wide eyes as they fucked just inches from her face.
“Caress yourself, slut,” Sigvard ordered and Sara began to rub her pussy with legs spread wide and Maja’s face rocking inches from the parted, glittering folds.
“Spank your pussy!”
Sara obeyed immediately. A splashing SLAP sounded as her palm slammed between her legs.
Maja had her eyes fixed on the young creature in front of her. Their eyes locked as Sara punished her pussy again with her hand and Maja moaned from horniness and pleasure. She wanted to take it to the next step, as Patrik had done with her.
“Bring your back legs more. Show me your tightest hole,” she ordered gruffly. Sara’s eyes widened even more as she pulled her legs up further and fully exposed herself to her master and mistress. “Did you fuck her there?” Maja asked her husband as he thrust into her from behind.
“No,” he grumbled. “Not yet.”
“Tonight you will do it.” She kept her voice steady, despite the cock pumping in and out of her pussy. “And you have to be ready, Sara. Put one finger in. No, the other hand. Keep stroking yourself at the same time.” It was almost exactly the same words that Patrik had used against her. He had also made her caress herself for him, on a chair in front of the bed. When he had told her that he was going to fuck her ass, she had been both nervous and a little excited.
Sara’s eyes were locked to hers as the maid put her finger to the tight, wrinkly hole below the pussy. Slowly, with a gasp, her fingertip pushed through the resistance, entering her own asshole for the first time, all while rubbing her pussy with the other hand. She exhaled as she leaned further back.
“Good. Good,” Maja whispered. “Now, deeper. Push past the nail.”
Sara forced the finger deeper in her ass while rubbing her clit faster and faster.
“I’ll show you,” Maja said, bending forward, down between the girl’s legs. She gently pulled out the girl’s finger and moistened her own with a little saliva. She touched on the wrinkled skin covering the small, tight opening. “Relax, try not to tense.” Slowly she penetrated the girl’s asshole with her index finger.
Sara drew in a deep breath and her ass closed tight around Maja’s finger as she slid deeper into the girl’s rear hole. Centimeter by centimeter, she stretched the girl’s ass while Sara herself rubbed the hard, moist clit. Sara pulled her legs up, raising her bare feet towards the air. Maja began to fuck her tight hole in rhythm with the splashing from Saras pussy.
“Keep going,” grumbled Sigvard, who already felt himself closing on climax. Maja moaned, eyes fixed on the maid’s swollen pussy. She slapped on it with her free hand, first gently but then harder. Sara responded with loud moans. After a few minutes, her body began to shake in orgasm and Maja buried her face between the girl’s legs, feeling the ecstasy run through the young girl.
That was enough to drag Sigvard over the finish line. He pulled out and let his semen squirt over Maja’s buttocks. Maja raised her face as she leaned on the girl’s slender thighs.
“My God,” she mumbled.
“Slut, clean us,” ordered Sigvard. Sara stepped down from the table and knelt in front of Sigvard. She took his cock in her mouth, cleaning it with tongue and lips. Then she turned to Maja’s ass, and without further ado she slowly licked the semen from her buttocks. Maja stood still, leaning over the table and catching her breath as the young maid cleaned her.
“You are a very good maid,” Maja said at last.
“Very good,” Sigvard confirmed, stroking the girl’s cheek. He kissed her lips. Maja pulled down the hem of the dress from her buttocks and stood up. She joined her husband, caressed the maid’s cheek. Sara looked shyly at her, but parted her lips as Maja leaned forward for a kiss. Their tongues met and Maja felt the taste of Sigvard’s semen. She wrapped a hand around the girl’s throat, a tender yet firm grip. “Tonight, Sigvard will fuck you in the ass.”
Sara nodded obediently, albeit with some hesitation.
“But before I do that, you should get an assignment,” said the farmer.
“What, sir?”
Sigvard smiled at his wife.
***
It was night. Lisa lay dozing in bed with Sara’s warm body close to her side. It had been weeks since she arrived at the farm, and the two girls were still sharing a mattress. Lisa had started to suspect that the delay wasn’t accidental. A week had passed since she spied on her master and Sara’s nocturnal adventures but the memory was still clear, ingrained in her mind every time she closed her eyes. She pictured Sara’s pussy and ass being spanked with the thin rod. She saw the maid willingly parting her legs in anticipation for another lash. She saw Mr. Karlsson getting ready in front of Sara’s cute, tear-covered face as he started to push his cock deep in her throat. Her face getting red and covered in saliva while Mr. Karlsson fucked it without any sign of gentleness.
Lisa could not help but curl up in the bed and press her moist crotch against the mattress. A whole week had passed since she touched herself to orgasm while peeking at their sinful act. Since then, every night had been torture. With Sara next to her, it was difficult to access her pussy without drawing suspicion. And it didn’t get any better when Sara insisted on squirming close to her back, often with one arm over her hip. Sometimes she felt fingers massaging her thighs or playing with the hem of her nightgown. But nothing more. And when they woke up in the morning, no words about it were spoken. Maybe Sara was only doing it in her sleep, and thus unaware of how it affected Lisa? Did she dream about the big farmer and did not know what her hands were doing?
The dark part of Lisa, the forbidden part, wanted Sara’s fingers to wander deeper. Up the thighs and under the thin fabric of the nightgown. She knew it was forbidden, but her pussy roared for attention.
Just as she thought of Sara’s fingers, she felt an arm slide over her side. A hand was placed against her thigh, just where the nightgown ended. Lisa drew in her breath as her fingers began massaging her sensitive skin. She lay as still as she could, pretending to sleep, while the fingers walked further up her thighs, playing with the hem.
Her heart beating against her chest, but otherwise still, Lisa pretended to sleep. Without thinking about it, she moved her leg, causing the linen to slide higher up along her thighs. Sara’s fingers followed. They caressed the inside of her legs, approaching the laced fabric over her warm and moist sex. Slowly, still as if asleep, Lisa slightly parted her legs. Then she lay still, waiting for Sara to take the next step.
Three fingers slid over her crotch, feeling the wetness. The soft touch sent a shock through Lisa’s body. She held her breath, forcing back the moan. For a long, painful minute, the fingers lay still. But then they began to gently caress her above the underwear. Lisa felt Sara’s breath against her neck and it took all her strength not to gasp loudly while the fingers danced and played between her legs. The young, cute maid must feel the moisture through the fabric and it was not hiding how horny Lisa was.
It did not take long before the intruding fingers slid under the lace, caressing her pubic hair before sliding between her parted, wet folds. The top of a finger touched her pink pearl, the knot of sensitive skin that always made Lisa’s toes curl. For the first time, another person touched Lisa’s sex and she could no longer hold back the moan.
“Ah”, she gasped with eyes closed.
Sara shifted behind her. A warm leg slid over her thigh and she felt the young maid move her hip closer against her as Lisa lay still, feeling the invading hand against her slit. Another hand slid inside her neckline and Lisa gasped once more when two fingers started to play with her stiff nipples and firm breasts.
“Are you awake?” Sara whispered.
“Yes,” Lisa finally whispered back.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Lisa replied.
“Good,” Sara breathed in her ear. “Because I don’t know if I can.” The girl’s fingers pushed deeper against the wet folds of her pussy while also pinching her nipples. Lisa’s body responded accordingly, and a slow-burning fire was building inside her, spreading from the crotch to her muzzled breathing and curling toes.
“Are you close?”
“Yes,” Lisa gasped.
“If I let you explode, will you follow me later?” Her fingers slowed down, stroking gently over her pubic hair. The orgasm poked, but stayed teasingly at the doorstop as Sara teasingly stroked her labia with smooth, circling motions. “Will you do as I say? Without question?”
“Yes,” Lisa replied desperately. So close, yet so far away. Right now Lisa would agree to anything. With her body shaking, bare toes grasping around the sheets, she was completely under Sara’s control. If she was denied the erupting fire spreading through her young, virgin body, she would surely die.
“So you will do what I want, no matter what?”
“Yes, anything,” Lisa moaned and tried to force her pussy towards the girl’s fingers. It was not enough.
“Good little girl,” Sara said, pinching her nipple harder. Then she returned to caressing Lisa’s pussy, harder and faster than before. A finger slid into the pulsating opening, penetrating the narrow, unexplored hole. Then another finger. Sara pressed her body harder against her back, grinding her hips against Lisa’s buttocks while gently biting her earlobes and kissing her neck.
It brought her past the finish line.
“AHHH!” Lisa shouted as her body spasmed. She bounced up and down on the bed, the young girl suddenly over her with fingers buried between her legs. Squirty sounds echoed in quick rhythm as Sara fucked her with two fingers, dragging her to another orgasm. And a third.
Finally, Lisa’s body relaxed and she rested her forehead against the sweat-soaked mattress.
“Very good little girl,” Sara said, kissing her neck and cheeks. She slid her leg over Lisa’s hips and sat up straight, her thighs on each side of Lisa while she rested her body weight on her loins. Their eyes met for the first time and a small smile played over Sara’s lips. She leaned forward and put her soft, warm lips against Lisa’s.
It was Lisa’s first true kiss and she greedily accepted the heat from the other girl’s breath while meeting the tongue with her own.
“Now it’s your turn to obey, my little slut,” Sara suddenly said.
Lisa blushed, but at the same time she felt a strange warmth spread within her. She had longed for this, ever since that night watching Mr. Karlsson spank the other girl’s naked buttocks. It had haunted her thoughts and dreams for days and the time was long gone when she could deny her inner desires.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Wash yourself and brush your hair. Then come with me. Your new master is waiting for you.” She brought forward two fingers, wet from Lisa’s pussy, and put them against her lips. The taste was more than pleasant. “He’s been waiting a long time for you.”

At the Farm – Part One: Lisa arrives [Mdom/Fsub/BDSM/Spanking/M50/F18] *Repost from new acc*

*This story has been uploaded to before, on my other account which got deleted. I’m not a native speaker and the story takes place in Sweden during the nineteenth century, which was a time when many Swedes left the country for looking for better opportunities. I hope the foreign setting doesn’t obstruct too much.*
I have six parts written in swedish, and three parts translated to english. If you enjoy the first three parts, I will continue with the translation of the remaining stories :) Don’t be afraid to share your thoughts!
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Lisa nervously adjusted her skirt as she waited in her new patron’s dining room. She had traveled for three days in a horse-drawn carriage to get here and had never met the great farmer Karlsson herself, for whom she would now work. Her father and two sisters were currently on their way across the sea to the New Land, defying wind and water for the chance at a new life. But the money had not been enough for the whole family, so her father had written to Sigvard Karlsson, a friend since childhood. Lisa had gotten her hands on the letter before sending it and had sobbed as she read the desperate words from her father, who was practically asking on his bare knees for a job for Lisa. Karlsson’s answer had come quickly, with a promise of work and housing for as long as Lisa needed it. And so she was here now, dusty and tired after a long journey.
She heard footsteps outside the door and made one last attempt to straighten a tangle in her curly blonde hair. When the door opened, she stood with her fingers firmly in her curls, and with blushing cheeks, she clasped her hands in front of her belly and nipples, her gaze on the floor.
“Ah, welcome, young Lisa,” said the master farmer with a friendly smile. “I hope the trip was gentle?” He was a tall man with broad shoulders shaped from a life of hard work. While many peasants struggled during these times, life had been good for Mr. Karlsson, who wore fine, clean clothes and looked to be in good spirits. Next to him stood a younger man, perhaps only slightly older than Lisa herself, and on the other side of the farmer stood a young girl of Lisa’s own age — eighteen or at most nineteen years old. She was struck by how beautiful and clean they all were. All three seemed to be well-fed and freshly bathed and she felt a scent of soap spread in the room. She herself had not seen a glimpse of a bathtub for several months and the last time she washed herself had been a couple of days earlier in a cold river at the side of the road. Her blush deepened.
“The journey was pleasant, but long, Mr. Karlsson,” Lisa said without raising her eyes.
“I understand that,” said the farmer. “And I really think a bath would be nice, right? And maybe a hot meal?”
Lisa’s stomach churned in response and the farmer’s warm smile widened, though she could sense something sad in his eyes. “Let me introduce my son, David, and Sara, who also works as a maid here. You two will share a room and I expect you to be good friends. Right, Sara?”
“Yes, Mr. Karlsson,” the young girl replied in a low voice.
“Sara, why don’t you take young Lisa and help her pour a hot bath and we’ll start preparing the food in the meantime?”
“Yes, Mr. Karlsson,” the young, blonde maid answered, taking Lisa’s hand while leading her out of the room. Lisa felt both the patron’s and David’s eyes following her when she left.
***
Sigvard Karlsson grunted happily when the door closed behind the two girls. “Beautiful girl, right, David?”
David blushed and avoided Sigvard’s eyes. “Yes,” he said. “Very.”
“Beautiful” was an understatement. The girl was as sweet as the sun, with her light curly hair and shy manner. When Mark had sent the letter, he had mentioned his daughter’s obedience and willingness to work, but completely missed that he had raised an angel the last eighteen years. Sigvard felt something move between his pants and he sensed that David was struggling with the same thoughts. Sigvard smiled inside – when he hired Sara, the idea was to lure his son out of his shell, give him a chance to grow out of his shyness. But while Sara was a beautiful, young girl, it quickly became clear where her interests lay. And it had not been with David.
Sigvard got harder when he remembered the knock on the door that night when Sara first visited him. She had been wearing a thin nightgown, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight as her bare feet slowly walked toward his bed. Without a word, she crawled up among his blankets and sheets and nestled in between his arms. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric.
“I’m scared, Mr Karlsson,” she said with her face close to his. She shifted so she sat with her pale legs on either side of his hip.
“How do you mean?” Sigvard asked harshly.
“The devil has a grip on me. Every day and every night it burns.”
“Burns where?”
With glossy eyes, she took his hand in hers and brought it up between her legs, towards the soft cleft. Her juices spread on his fingertips when he felt how wet she was, how open she was already to him. He tried to muster the willpower to ward her off. His wife was gone over the summer and his marriage was a happy one, but her horny eyes enchanted him.
“Every day, I have to walk away, away from all watching eyes, so I do not go crazy,” Sara continued.
“And what do you do then, when you are alone?”
“I touch myself, hard and fast, until my sex is tender and face is glistening from sweat. But it is not enough. Sometimes I rub myself against things, pretending it be a man under me. But it is not enough either. I have tried everything – even hitting with the hairbrush where it burns the most. But the pain only makes it… warmer.”
Sigvard’s cock pulsed in his underwear. He now knew that he would never be able to push her away, not when she made her will so clear. And that made him angry, not at her but at himself. That he, with all he had accomplished in life, so easily lost the battle against a girl not even half as old as he. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers drilled into her buttocks through the thin fabric.
“It’s called being horny,” Sigvard said. “Everyone is sometimes, but some are born with more of it than others. It can very well be a curse.”
“How do I get rid of it?” she gasped as his hand fondled her buttocks.
“You can not. You can only give in. You are a slut, made to please others.” He may have been angry with himself, but he directed his anger at the girl.
“I am not!” said Sara, but her moan betrayed her as his hands reached under her nightgown and parted her buttocks.
“You are. Cursed to be a horny slut for the rest of your life, to suffer in shame. But I can help you if you want.”
“How?”
“You can not get rid of it, so you have to give in. I can satisfy you and it will give you rest. I can train you to deal with it and learn to steer your horniness in the right direction, but in that case, you have to do as I say, always. Is that understood? ”
Sara, this eighteen-year-old girl who had only lived on his farm for a couple of weeks, nodded. “I will do as you say. I will be your slut.”
“Good.” Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her nipples. Not hard, but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm, full breasts with his hands. He threw her onto the bed and she bounced softly on the mattress.
She watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out of his underwear. It rocked in all its glory, almost as wide as her arm. It must have been a terrifying sight for a young virgin like Sara, but she did not back down as he brought his limb to her lips.
“Open your mouth.” He knew his voice was hissing. The anger that burned in him spurred on his lust, made his hands shake as he grabbed her head and pulled her towards his pulsating member. He moaned loudly as her saliva-soaked tongue touched the sensitive top of his cock with tentative strokes. The primal part of him wanted to thrust himself to the root, into her throat, filling her completely. But he resisted the impulse. No matter how horny he was – and no matter how much this was her fault – she was still young and inexperienced. He would take his time with her, train her, make her his. And when Maja, his wife, returned in a couple of months… it was a problem to be solved at a later time.
He let her get used to the feeling of the hard cock, let her tongue and lips become more confident in his movements before he pulled out.
Sara breathed heavily, catching her breath. He might have been tougher on the teen than he realized. “I did not know you could do that,” she gasped. “With your manhood… in my mouth…”
“You will learn a lot more than that,” said Sigvard, and she gasped as he pulled her around so that she was lying on her stomach between his blankets. He pulled up her hip with his hands and enjoyed how warm and soft her skin was. He caressed the buttocks, parted and slapped them lightly. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she said shyly.
SLAP! His palm left a slight red blush over her pale buttock. “How long have you had these desires? How long have you not been able to control these wicked thoughts?”
“For several years,” she mumbled down to the pillow. She squeaked when he slapped her again. “I have been punished for it before,” she continued. “When I turned sixteen, I told the village priest how I felt, how it always burned between my legs and how my breasts were always hard. I wanted him to understand, so I let him feel, first on top of my breasts and then between my legs … Oh! ” Sigvard’s hand struck her bare buttocks again and the blush spread.
“What happened next?”
“He got upset, so he told me to get over his knees, pulled my dress up over my ass and punished me like my master does now… But worse, harder.”
“But it did not help,” said Sigvard. SLAP!
“No,” she moaned between the hits. “It only got worse. I felt his limb beneath me, how hard it got, and the longer he held on, the more it burned. I parted my thighs as I lay over his knees and begged him to touch me. He slapped me harder, but I kept begging and finally… He touched me with his fingers and rubbed them against my sex. Something went through my body and after a while, I screamed loudly while something wet shot out of me. It stained his clothes and… ah! ah! ah!”
Sigvard slapped her several times in a row, varying between the two buttocks.
“And that’s why your family sent you here, right?”
She nodded quietly into the sheets. “I could not stay in the village after that. The priest threatened to destroy Father and Mother if I did not leave immediately, so…”
Sigvard let his fingers caress the red lines over her ass. Suddenly, he felt pity for the creature beneath him. She could not help her feelings – she was created differently, and it did not have to be an evil thing. God was not prone to mistakes, after all. “You are not created wrong, Sara,” said Sigvard. “You are just cast in a different way. It will take a while, but eventually, you will find your way in this life. But you do not have to be ashamed of who you are.”
“But it’s so hard!” she said. “Even now, when you punish me, I feel how it burns in my whole body and it takes everything so that I do not let go of everything and rub my fingers between my legs.”
In response, Sigvard let his own finger round the bend that separated the butt from the pussy. She was hot and wet and her labia were parted around his fingertips. Sara let out a desperate moan and twitched her hip against his hand.
“I will teach you to take care of yourself. At the same time as I teach you to take care of me. And when one day you find your own husband, you will pass on what I have taught you. Sounds good?”
She was silent for a few moments. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes.” Sigvard continued to caress her pussy, letting two fingers slide back and forth over her wet cave. He pressed his thumb lightly against her second opening. It had been many years since a woman let him take her from behind, but he still remembered the tight embrace around his cock, how his semen always shot hardest after an ass fuck. Oh, that he missed the years of his youth. He had been much like Sara, with desires that could hardly be controlled. But unlike Sara, he had been lucky enough to encounter a like-minded girl early on. Together, they had explored all that the primal world had to offer. They had traveled together and found others like themselves. It had been good years. “I will teach you. And train you. But it will have to wait until another day. Tonight I will only show you one thing.”
“What?”
In response, he straightened his cock and pressed it against her leaking pussy. He heard her gasp as his broad glans parted her labia and pressed into her. And quickly, without warning – he knew she would endure it – he pumped, taking her innocence in the time between two heartbeats.
Sara howled, but mainly of pleasure, a lesser part of the surprise and an even lesser of pain. The anger had subsided, but the energy it evoked still burned strong in Sigvard and he began to fuck Sara hard. To someone else, he would have been softer and more gentle, but he recognized Sara for what she was. A gentleman would never be enough for her – she needed fire. And Sigvard had plenty of it.
With both hands around her hips, he thrust his cock into her. His balls hit her pussy and Sara emitted muffled sounds in time with his cock.
“Oh- oh- oh- oh-” She buried her face in a pillow, trying to muffle her moans of pleasure.
SLAP! Sigvard resumed his blows with the palm of his hand. Every fifth thrust was followed by his palm, which left an increasing redness on her buttocks.
“Oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- ” Smack! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- ” Smack! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- ” SLAP! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- ” SLAP! “Oh! Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- ” SLAP! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh-” SLAP! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- ” SLAP! “Oh! Oh- oh- oh- Oh-”
Her pussy was the tightest he had ever experienced. It tightened and twitched around his cock, while her ass followed his movements in perfect thrusts. She formed such a beautiful and arousing sight beneath him, where she tossed her head back and forth, moving as wildly as his hands and cock allowed while the ecstasy was building inside her. He felt how the climax started to build inside him, how the seed was gathering, but he had no plans of cumming before her. So he increased the speed of both his palm and his hips.
SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “AH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! Ah- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “AH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! oh- Harder!” SLAP! “OH! oh- ” SLAP! “OH! ah-” SLAP! “OH! oh-” SLAP! “OH! oh- HARDER!”
Sigvard was not slow to obey.
SLAP! “Oh!” SLAP! “Oh!” SLAP! “Oh!” SLAP! “Oh!” SLAP! “OH!” SLAP! “OH!” SLAP! “OH! SO GOOD! AHHH!”
She came with a loud howl and her body twisted spasmodically between his hands. The cramps in her pussy pushed him over the line and he pulled out his cock just as the first jet of semen shot out of his tip. He came over her back and red buttocks, leaving sticky traces over the smooth, blushing skin.
Sara lay with her head over her crossed arms and breathed heavily. Sigvard imagined that this was the first time she had ever been completely satisfied. That it was the first time it did not burn between her legs.
He sat down on his knees next to her. His cock, still semi-hard, dangled at her open eyes and without prompting, she raised her head and took it between her lips. He stroked her hair as she cleaned his cock and wondered how the taste of both cum and her own pussy juices must hit her. But she just smiled with tired eyes and smacked her lips when she was done. She was that mix of sweet and beautiful that Sigvard was always drawn to – reasonably innocent on the outside, but everything else on the inside. His cock started jerking again.
“Oh,” Sara said as she felt his cock grow in her hand. She caressed the tip with her thumb and jerked him slowly. “Does it usually go so fast to get hard again?”
“Only when it is properly motivated.”
“And I motivate it?” she asked with innocent eyes.
“Apparently.”
With a smile, she took the cock in her mouth again. A few minutes later, with his fingers intertwined in her hair, he came with deep thrusts into her mouth. A thin stream of semen flowed from her full mouth. She swallowed, again without prompting. Twenty minutes later, she rode him as he fucked her for another orgasm, which ended with their lips locked in an intense kiss.
“Father?”
Sigvard realized that he was standing and daydreaming. His mind returned to the hall where his son was waiting for him. “I must have started thinking about something else.”
“If you say so,” David said. There was something suspicious in his voice, but he let it be. “I hope the new girl is as good a worker as Sara.”
“Eh…” The thought that struck Sigvard did not follow David’s meaning, and he forced himself to push it away. But it returned quickly and suddenly, he was stuck with the picture of Lisa and Sara on his bed, naked and curled up, while he approached with his cock on high alert. “Eh, we can only hope, my son.” Jesus! Sara thought she had a problem with her desires! If she only knew- His thoughts stopped. If she knew, she would most likely do everything in her power to make it a reality.
Maybe it wasn’t such a far-fetched idea after all? Not with Sara as a conspirator by his side?
Just maybe…

Feeling Your Cum Drip From My Pussy Would Make Running Errands Much More Fun [MF] [F35] [M40+] [MDom] [FSub] [BDSM] [Dirty Talk] [Quickie] [Thick Creampie] [Deep Creampie] [Good Girl]

I’m finally ready to leave to run our usual Sunday errands. I grab my purse and phone and move to open the door when your arms wrap around me from behind. The bulge in your shorts presses in to my ass as your hands move down my body and slide down the front of my leggings. Your fingers slide between my legs. I’m already wet for you.

“Mmm it didn’t take much to turn you on babe. I think your greedy pussy needs to be filled before we run around town.”

I let my purse fall to the floor and groan as your middle finger slides deep into me. You swirl it around before you start quickly sliding it in and out, making sure I’m nice and wet. You pull it out and bring it to my lips, pushing it into my mouth so I can suck my desire off your skin. You quickly spin me around, kissing me deeply so you can taste me on my lips, your hard cock now pressing into my stomach. I reach down and grip your length over the fabric of your shorts. You moan and spin me back around to guide me to the bedroom.

New Patriarchal World Order [F26] [M36] [maledom] [humiliation] [slapping] [spanking] [intimidation]

Legs up on the tubs edges with the only book she could sneak into her new life in her hands. Simone de Beauvoir would be appalled by these new laws and customs that were implemented last year. Eileen flipped the pages as she smoked a cigarette wiggling her toes trying to enjoy herself before her husband came home.

Eileen was part of the resistance to the patriarchy but was captured during one of her scouting missions. They did nothing to her but keep her inside an abandoned house with one guard outside. More can be said of this later.

6 months ago she was assigned to her husband. He was 10 years older at 36 and was not powerful but not nobody either. He worked as an accountant for a sub division of the new government. He never openly supported them or spoke against them. Secretly he loved the new laws since he never could have a relationship last longer than a few months. Eileen is tan, fit but soft, and her face was sultry and beautiful. The blonde/redhead combo of her hair gave her a wild look.

Serafina’s Gift [M/f] [M30s F30s M30s] [police officers] [maledom femsub] [sex with stranger] [humiliating language] [stripping] [dubious consent]

**Serafina’s Gift**
Story by Pixie Isobella
‘You want us to fuck you, don’t you?’ the cop prompted. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, unable to make my voice sound louder. ‘Good girl,’ murmured the blond officer, his finger still stroking my cheek. ‘Such a very good girl.’ The dark-haired officer stepped forward and I flinched. He was deliberately harsher, meaner. He reached out a hand and grabbed me by the hair, making me squeak in shock. ‘I like searching sluts’ holes,’ he said crudely. ‘You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?’
‘Serafina’s Gift’ is an erotic MM/f story with stripping, sex with strangers, humiliating language and police officers. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com).
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The dark-haired officer held me tightly by the hair. ‘You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?’ His voice was harsh. ‘Get this sack off and show me your boobs.’

I gulped as he let go of my hair and strode away from me to sit down on my couch, his legs spread arrogantly in front of him. The blond-haired cop stepped away from me, to perch himself comfortably leaning against the side of one of my bookcases. His eyes drifted up and down my body, making me feel like I was already naked.

A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part IV; Her Training Begins – [OC][Fiction][18+][MF][Str8][BDSM][MDom][Fsub][Masturbation]

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***

Luke sat at his desk with coffee in hand as he opened his laptop to review the final signed contract from Lana and Rick. It had only taken a week of revisions and negotiating the terms to reach this point, much less time than Luke had anticipated. It felt like an eternity since he had last seen Lana and Rick together, but he had been busy with work during the week and spent all of yesterday at the park.

Now that he had read the document several times, he was satisfied with the result and felt confident they could move forward with Lana’s training. While Luke has never taken a married submissive into his service, he has years of experience training a new submissive. It was something he enjoyed doing. He had even helped several couples in a D/s dynamic, giving them guidance in the world of BDSM. He loved helping others achieve what they desired. It was why he was doing this in the first place, after all.