And did he ever do it. He laid into my ass with a vengeance that set my tits to bobbing on my chest and waving over the red polished hood. I could actually see them in the polished reflection. And I sure as hell could feel the effects of the landing paddle as Jason hit me again and again as the sounds rolled around me in a never ending wave of pain and lust.It is a very special sound. The sound of wood striking a leather covered ass. And did I ever love it. The sound, and the pain that it generated in me. I didn't really count the number of times he hit my bouncing ass, but whatever the number, it was enough.Because I was fucking coming.Right there. Leaning over the car. Getting m leather ass paddled, coming. Until finally my legs deserted me and I kind of slithered to the cement floor."You had your fun, now it's time for mine. Come on, let's go inside."Inside?Oh, yea. Inside his house.I got my legs under me and somehow they did function in the time honored way and carried me f
"They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?""Sure, if you know where to go.""And do you? Know where to go, that is?""I'm sure I could manage it, why?""How's your plastic holding up?""No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?""Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don't really mind, do you? I mean... well we'll both benefit from it.""I don't mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we'll go on a shopping spree. How's this weekend sound?""Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?""I know just the place."And he did. God, did he ever.We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.It was the pits.I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and
I also know for a fact that he liked what he saw.His solid cock was proof enough to verify that statement as it pressed against his zipper. And of course there was the smile that just wouldn't go away from his face, too.Oh yes, we were both very pleased with the harness and raring to experiment with it. And with me of course, too.I got an inkling of Jason's idea when he pulled out a very long rod and slipped it through the ring at the back of my waist. His words of, "Stand up on the bed," told me the rest. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir,
Quite a sight, they were.I had gone a bit overboard in grabbing dildos at the sex shop, selecting a good dozen of them in assorted colors, styles and sizes, with and without simulated balls. Each and every one of them paraded across the dresser. Each looked eager to work as designed.In me!What a thought!Betsy must have thought so too, as I noticed her hands caressing several of them as she went about her assigned chore of emptying the shopping bags. The crinkle of paper, the clink of items being placed on available surfaces, and her handling of them informed me that Betsy was eagerly looking forward to upcoming events.So was I.Placing the last article on a table, Betsy began to disrobe. I noted that it didn't take her long to accomplish that task, showing years of practice as the flimsy maid uniform was quickly removed, followed by hoses, garter belt and shoes.What a body!A very colorful body at that.Betsy was a short gal, but what she had was dynamite. Big titted. Huge nippl
With all that was transpiring it shouldn't take a genius to understand why I was coming yet again as I struggled to remain fully conscious to record all that was happening to all concerned.Even as I came, I tried to study Betsy's technique at Charles cock, never having mastered the deep throat skills necessary to take a cock all the way down my throat.I tried to give both Charles and Jason's actions full appreciation, too. Then a change occurred.The smaller vibrating dildo was no longer up my ass. It was pressed against my inflamed clit and I was seeing stars. A second later I was seeing stars for a different reason.One of the larger dildos was taken from my cunt and pressed into my ass. It stretched and stretched and stretched. Even covered by my goo the dildo had to fight for entry up my untried opening. Then suddenly the ribbed head made it past my no longer virginal wrinkled opening and popped inside.I couldn't help it. I screamed.A scream of combined pain and pleasure as it
Then again it was one finger at a time as she made yet another fist, this time in my ass and pushed even deeper. There is no cervix in the colon, nothing to stop her penetration. My gut contracted in pain as she pushed deeper as her arm made entry. Then slowly, as before, it made its retreat only to penetrate me again.I was being ass fucked with a fist!The thought of that was mind boggling.The fact of that was stimulating as hell as it hit me—I was coming. Coming as a fist, of all damned things, flicked my ass.I'm sure that it took me several seconds to recognize her next move. But when it did, I gave her my full and undivided attention.Her other hand was making its way up my pussy. In less time than I thought possible there were two fists in me fucking away. If someone had asked earlier if two fists could fit in a female body, I would have said no, no way. But I would have been wrong because it was happening to me! And I was loving every second of its happening.I thought I'd go
"His father?""Yes, miss. His father trained me and offered me to Mr. Jason when he went away to school.""Trained you? You mean his father is the same?""Oh, yes, miss. I thought you knew. It is a family trait. All the males are dominate and the females submissive. They are trained that way from birth, miss.""Is his father's staff involved, too?""Oh, yes. Both potential males and females must meet the family standards or they are not hired. It is a prerequisite for employment, miss, and all the staff it totally dedicated to it remaining so."Well! That sure as hell answered some of my questions. A family trait, was it. And all the staff was involved. Damn, what a damned pleasant thought! If I remained with Jason I'd have plenty of "staff" members at my beck and call whenever the urge arose and Jason wasn't around. Or if he was, too, for that matter, like tonight."Aaahhhhhaaaaaagggaaa..." pulled me out of my dreaming as Jason landed the cane on my harnessed tits that stuck way out
But nude?"Am I restricted to this room, then?""Oh, no, miss. Mr. Jason also informed me that you are to partake of breakfast in the dinning room. He wished to you join him as soon as you finished your shower."Dinning room? While naked?Well, as I said, it shouldn't come as a surprise."Where ahh where is the dinning room, Charles?""Betsy will show you the way, miss."Right, I thought, as I remembered her words of the previous night. Males dominate, while females are the submissive. Naturally she would be the one delegated that task.Casting one more look at my colorful body, I shrugged. "Well, I ahh guess I'm ready, Betsy. Lead away.""Yes, miss."She turned and headed out of the room as I, with a bit of trepidation, followed in her wake."Ah Betsy, ahh has ahh this happened before?""A nude guest, you mean, miss?""Yea, a nude guest.""No, miss, not to my knowledge.""Oh, ahh and what do make of that fact? I mean, why me?""I'm sure I couldn't say, miss. But if I were to hazard a