Taking Grace Freeman 1

I was 21 years old, left home, a school drop out drifting from job to job since the age of sixteen, never settling in one long enough to get anywhere in life, always only earning just enough to run a car and get by, just.

And so, another job, here I was, a teenager working in a gas station. One of the few that are not a self service station and now, after just a week, my job was to fill the customer's tanks, check oil if asked and take the cash or cheques.

Just myself, it was a small filling station and I worked the early to mid afternoon shift, busy during rush hours but quieter later.

It was late morning on a warm partly cloudy early summer's day I first saw her. From the office cum shop I looked up from a certain magazine I was reading as a mid sized Ford saloon drove onto the garage forecourt, stopping by one of the pumps. With undisguised boredom I rose from my seat to stand by the door just as the women driver got out of the Car.

From where I stood I reckoned she was probably middle aged, maybe in her early forties or late thirties, a lovely redhead. As she was standing on the other side of the Car from me I could only see her head, shoulders, and, to my delight, a very large pair of tits pushing out from her light yellow summer dress. She was my kind of woman, tall well built, but far from overweight.

She was in fact the statuesque and beautiful mature woman of my many wet dreams and now she was walking around the Car to the rear, where the petrol cap was situated on that model, behind a spring hinged license plate.

Now many customers just stay in the Car, waiting for you to serve them, why this particular lady did not, I don't know, it may have been better for her had she done so. Whatever she now looked across to where I stood and gave me a friendly smile in anticipation of service, smiling back, aware of my heart beating a little faster, I made my way across to her Car.

Sometimes, not often in life, but just sometimes, when you least expect it, elements conspire to allow you a moment of pure joy. There came, to my utter delight, one such moment. I was maybe 10 or 15 feet from her, the tall redhead bent over, her hand reaching to pull back the spring hinged license plate. At that very moment the sun came out from behind a cloud. Suddenly, the angle of the sun against the light summer dress, now pulling against her buttocks turned the thin material almost totally transparent, my heart, already beating fast, was now thumping wildly against my chest.

Tights and panty hose have succeeded the appeal, to most women anyway, of stockings and suspenders or garter belts. But, right at that moment it was clearly apparent this lady was having none of it. That marvellous summer sun was giving me, to her obvious ignorance, a wonderful viewing of her transparent black lingerie. Her bra, panties, suspender belt and black stockings, all clearly presenting the milky white skin beneath, even down to the perfect milky globes of her buttocks.

It was, at that time, the most wonderful sight of my young life. I had seen naked women for sure, for real and in magazines of course. I had a girlfriend, I had seen her naked. But something about this woman, something about that moment made this very special.

Then she was standing upright, turning to me with the now removed petrol cap.

Thinking back, I still don't know how I dragged my eyes from this luscious beauty and removed the petrol delivery hose from the pump before she saw my obvious discomposure. I did though manage to bend over and place the hose into the filler, certain I must have sounded weird when asking how many gallons she required.

The words, ‘fill it up please' floated down to me. I turned around, lifting my face toward her and nodding in acknowledgement. By now she had moved and was remarkably, once again standing in that direct sunlight, only this time the front of her body was face on to my eyes.

Bent over as I was, I was suddenly face on and only a couple a feet away from her midriff, to my utter delight I found myself looking straight through both the dress and the transparent panties to the wonderful spectacle of her beautiful cunt

Cunt? Yes, her cunt, because this beautiful redhead had carefully shaven off her pubic hair until just a small triangle remained, the apex of which, pointed deliciously down toward that bare cunt!

And, most wonderful of all, she was innocently unaware of either the trick the sunlight was playing on her, or of course, my fantastic view of her wonderful shaven cunt.

By now of course I had one hell of a hard on and, when the Petrol delivery was complete it was a struggle replacing the hose before making my way back to shop. Fortunately the woman walked in front of me, once again blissfully unaware of her generous offerings!

Somehow I managed to accept payment and wish her good day with ought arousing any suspicion from her. But, for the rest of that day, and for long afterward, she occupied the very hub of my existence, in short her face, her body, her cunt lips, all were embedded in my memory, instantly available to my minds eye. Every available moment I found myself fantasising about just what I could do with this mature beauty If ever I had the opportunity and, needless to say, my cock stiffened at the prospect, throbbing violently until I was able to lie down, close my eyes and picture her whilst my hand did the job her cunt was made for and my spunk shot high and hard from my cock.

It was a couple of days later, whilst having an evening beer that I could contain myself no longer. Jimmy had long been my best friend, we drank together, went out together, dated girls together. It had been Jimmy who had first introduced me to the bondage magazines he regularly obtained ‘in town'

To say I was hooked straight away would understate it, and Jimmy, seeing this, soon had us chatting and discussing the subject, it was, yet another bind to our friendship and soon we were discussing our perfect ‘bondage subjects'.

At that time we had not approached our respective girlfriends on the subject, mainly because Jimmy's ideal ‘subject' was his older sister. My though was for some reason older women and at that time my fantasy was the older Barmaid in the pub where we drank.

Now though, that had changed and that evening I could not but help tell Jimmy of my experience at the filling station. Jimmy nodded, smiling wisely as if in secret knowledge whilst I recounted my experience, my cock stiffening yet again as I pictured her.

‘What sort of car was it' asked Jimmy when I finally fell silent.

‘A blue Ford' I replied. Jimmy was now smiling broadly and nodding his head.

‘Mrs. Freeman' he eventually informed me. ‘Christ Will, she is married to the Manager of the Timber factory where I work, they live up the lane just past your filling station Will, probably a regular there, I should think you will be seeing her most weeks to fill her car. I must say she is one hell of a looker for her age though, she drops off old man Freeman at the factory quite a bit, never gets out of the Car but you can see her big tits easily enough looking down from my office window and unless she wears some special sort of bra she certainly scores big time in that department Will!.' In fact I have met her a few times when old man Freeman had my carry things down to the car for him.

By now my mind was working overtime, the thought of seeing ‘Mrs. Freeman' (she was now more than just ‘She') on a regular basis had both good and bad connotations.

On the one hand I could fantasise all I wished, on the other, what use is constant fantasising; all you would do is wank yourself silly! But Jimmy had also mentioned she lived up the long lane just up the road from where I worked.

‘So Will' said Jimmy interrupting my train of thought. ‘And just what would you do with your Mrs. Freeman if you were given the chance?

Jimmy was openly asking me to reveal the bunch of jumbled thoughts I had been deliberating for the past two days, I wondered if I should tell him, but of course we both enjoyed the same type of sexual fantasies and so I told him, I told Jimmy exactly what, given the opportunity, I had planned for Mrs. Freeman.

Jimmy listened intently, clearly fascinated by my ideas, his hand opening rubbing his crotch whilst I gave him a complete run down of all my thoughts about a get-together between Mrs. Freeman and myself.

‘Well' replied Jimmy ‘that's some fantasy Will boy, I love it!

Then he leaned forward, we were already sat in the quietest area of the Pub but Jimmy now whispered in conspiracy. ‘What you don't know Will, is that old Man Freeman spends weeks away at a time, in America and Canada on business leaving the lovely Mrs. Freeman all by herself in that big lonely house!'

I leaned back in my chair then and slowly exhaled my breath.

‘Think about it Will, she must be gagging for it, dressing in that fashion, I reckon your ideas are just perfect but you couldn't do it on your own, so lets both of us work on it. She's not really my perfect woman Will, but I cannot stand old man Freeman, he's always having a go at me, he's a racist, hates the blacks and acts the ‘I'm Mr. Big around here' so I can find out when he's going and help you by getting the things your going to need and maybe I will watch you fuck his wife! That would be revenge enough for me, every time I look at him I could think of his lovely wife sucking your Cock Will, maybe even mine, who knows!' Jimmy sat back, laughing. I joined him, careful not to overdo it and arouse suspicion in others.

chapter two

A week after our meeting in the Pub, on one of my days off, a Thursday, I drove into the filling station, parked my Car and told my replacement I was leaving it there while I walked into town, I would collect it later.

Outside though, I doubled back, heading toward the Lane where the Freeman's lived, and then toward the house name Jimmy had given me. The lane itself was really an old road leading to a now disused chalk quarry and in fact contained along its mile or so length, only 3 houses, the last which belonged to the Freeman's, deliciously standing in its own large grounds and outbuildings a good third of a mile from the other houses.

Jimmy had studied the arrival of ‘old man Freeman' each morning. It seemed Mrs. Freeman dropped him off just before nine 3 days a week, Tuesday, Thursdays and Fridays, picking him up again around 4pm on each occasion. Jimmy had innocently asked other staff why he did not drive himself. ‘Liquid Lunches' had been the general amused reply. Also the common feeling was that he was too tight to buy his wife a car so she could use his on those days. Jimmy had also established the Freeman's lived alone, their one adult son now living in Canada .

I had no real plan in my head, just a desire to look at the house of the beautiful Mrs. Freeman and get a lie of the land, so to speak, I knew ‘What to do' with Mrs. Freeman, it was ‘How to get' Mrs. Freeman I was still unsure of.

Finally I came upon the name plate on a fence telling me I was at the correct address. My watch told me it was 8.30 am , today was one of the days Mrs. Freeman drove her old man to work

Carefully I crouched behind some thick bushes studying the house itself 30 or so yards at the end of a circular gravel driveway, which was probably around 80 years old, the type of older house with lots of character, old doors and windows everywhere.

Some minutes later I saw the front door open. From it emerged a short tubby looking middle aged man with a briefcase, this I assumed to be Mr. Freeman, he was soon followed by the vision that was Mrs. Freeman, again wearing a light summer dress to the knees, this time in pink, also the unmistakeable black stockings as she followed her husband across the gravel drive to the Ford. No words seemed to pass between them as they both got into the Car, she in the drivers side.

Shrinking back into the bushes, I watched the Car, with Mrs. Freeman at the wheel, slowly coming toward me. With both occupants still outwardly silent, the Car swept past me slowly making its way down the uneven road.

I looked again at my watch 8.50. Would Mrs. Freeman come straight back here after dropping off hubby? Somehow the way she had dressed for this time of the morning told me she would go elsewhere first, this being one of the three days she had the Car.

Shrugging to myself I realised I would only achieve my objective by being adventurous.

Certain I was unobserved, I made my way up the gravel drive. Still with no particular plan in mind I walked around to the rear of the large house. To the back, beyond a small fence, was the disused chalk quarry. In the garden were a collection of outbuildings, tool sheds and the like and a garage attached

To the side of the house. The rear of the house itself had one door and some large sash windows, all of which looked closed.

I tried the handle of the door and pushed, as I thought, it was locked. I walked across to the garage, which had its own rear door. This though was open and I walked inside.

I stood inside a large, darkened double garage, my fingers searching for and finally finding a switch, which, flicking it on, proved to be a light switch that now bathed the Garage in fluorescent light.

The garage contained the usual collection of old tools, some golf clubs and a couple of chest freezers. There was though, another door built into the side of the house.

Strangely it had its own letter box flap and this I opened, expecting any second to hear a large viscous dog charge the door. But all was quiet. The opened flap gave me an excellent view of the huge kitchen complete with large oak refectory table and matching units with huge double stove. On the huge table lay a collection of what I later saw were ladies tights, these were of no interest to me and I was disappointed to discover Mrs. Freeman may actually wear such things and they seemed out of place in the otherwise immaculately tidy kitchen.

Now I tried the door handle, to my delight and surprise it was unlocked, allowing me to push the door open and step into the magnificent kitchen.

Still no dog and no sign of any pet's presence.

The kitchen windows gave an excellent view of the empty gravel driveway. I decided, as I was in the house, I would also explore it. I had bought with me, my new digital camera and walking from room to room downstairs I took pics in various positions of each room in turn. In the Large lounge there were various framed photos of Mr. & Mrs. Freeman and one of a young man I presumed to be their son, none of these interested me though.

Checking the driveway was still clear I made my way upstairs, looking into and photographing each of the first three bedrooms I entered. These all seemed to be guest rooms, one of them on-suite. Then I came to what must be the main bedroom such were the obvious signs of regular and recent use, this was also on-suite, but, to my surprise contained 2 single beds. Unlike downstairs, all these rooms had old oak beamed ceilings. I took a couple more pics. Each bed was made up, a male dressing gown lay on one.

On the other lay a sheer black silk peignoir, my heart skipped a beat as I imagined Mrs. Freeman's lovely body encased in its luxury. Taking a quick photo of the bed I then moved on to the several chests of drawers in the room. Another quick peek through the window told me all was clear.

The first drawer I opened proved to be a men's sock drawer, I quickly closed it and moved on to a large chest topped with bottles of perfume and makeup.

It was the third drawer I opened. There lay the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen, sets of Bra's thong's garter belts, seamed stockings in every sexy colour imaginable, including the sheer black set she had worn when I first saw her. This one was mine, lovingly I lay it out on the bed just below the peignoir and in the order Mrs. Freeman would wear it, and wear for me. I looked at each size label. Bust cup 38D, Suspender waist size 28, thong size, 10/12. Jeez, Grace Freeman could enter for Miss Universe with those sizes! I quickly took a photo of the laid out lingerie before carefully folding the set then placing the sheer nylon in my pocket. Next, her bedside table drawer, containing, a collection of pills, potions, a book and a diary. Flicking through this it seemed to be an everyday diary ‘Grace Freeman' written on the cover. The only other item of note was a novel, entitled, ‘Master of Falconhurst' with a cover depicting what must have been a Black Negro Slave and a white woman in a passionate embrace, probably an American Civil War book.

Closing the drawer I met with a slight resistance, I pulled the drawer again, all the way out. Feeling underneath to find the cause of the problem, I felt for and

Removed the obstruction, which was, a small but quite thick envelope, obviously, it had been hidden away underneath the drawer.

It was then I found the photos. Within the envelope, were four sheets of computer photo paper folded over twice. To my surprise, on each A4 sheet were printed four photos, giving sixteen in all.

With growing astonishment I looked at them all, at sixteen photos of Mrs. Grace Freeman, naked save for black suspenders and matching stockings, together with another woman. Tall, slim, well tanned, a short haired blonde woman, perhaps in her early thirties, as with Mrs. Freeman she wore just black Stockings and suspenders,

She was slim but very curvy in all the right places, her fully tanned Breasts only slightly smaller then Mrs. Freeman's, but still firm with large nipples, only a tiny bikini line was not suntanned. In short she was a very attractive woman who had looked after her body.

More astonishing though, was that the Blonde and Mrs. Freeman were revealed in varying stages of enjoying each others bodies in the bed where I now sat. One even showing Mrs. Freeman draped over the other woman's thighs, the Blonde's hand raised above Mrs. Freeman's buttocks in an obvious spanking pose, whilst others showed them kissing lips, nipples and Grace Freeman clearly in the act of kissing the Blonde woman's cunt.

By now I had a massive hard-on but managed to remember my own digital camera. This I set to macro mode, made a few adjustments, then, after spreading the sheets of photo paper on the bedside table, copied them all, wishing I knew the identity of my mystery Blonde, but knowing I had found what seemed to be a means of ensnaring Grace Freeman !.

Chapter 3

I heard the sound of tyres on gravel. Quickly I went to the window wondering if I would make it downstairs and back into the Garage before Grace Freeman entered the house.

The noise though, turned out to be a white van slowly entering the gravel drive, stopping about halfway to the house. The sign on the van read ‘David's FoodStore

Deliveries'. Relaxing now, I watched a young black guy of about my age getting out from the van before sliding open a side door.

Time, I thought, for me to get out the back. Downstairs in the hallway I looked out another window, surprised to see the Black guy looking at his watch and leaning against his vehicle.

I looked at my own watch, surprised to see it was now almost 10.30, I had been in the house for an hour and a half! Walking into the kitchen, I stopped by the window, he was still there, but now Grace Freeman's Car was parked outside, the black guy had a large grocery box in his hand and was following Grace Freeman toward the front Door.

Quickly I opened the garage door and stepped inside, closing the door just as I heard the sound of high heels clicking on parquet flooring, then getting louder, obviously coming into the kitchen.

Placing my eyes to the letter opening gave me, once again, a complete view of the kitchen. Now though the lovely Grace Freeman was centre stage, arms folded across her large Breasts whilst the young black guy carried the grocery box into the kitchen.

‘Right, put them over here for me to check' Grace Freeman said this harshly, almost in anger.

‘Yes Mrs. Freeman' replied the young guy walking across the kitchen before placing the box on a side unit.

‘I remember the last time you delivered to me………I was short on two items, it's not good enough' This Mrs. Freeman seemed to voice with real venom, surprising me, I had not thought of her in this light.

Through the letter slot I watched as she sorted through her delivery, all the time mumbling to herself while the obviously discomforted Black Guy waited nervously.

Finally with the contents of the box all sat on the work top Grace Freeman turned her head toward the young guy.

‘Okay, where is my fresh Salmon….Christ…your all the same you lot, thieves all of you……..'

I could hardly believe my ears, she was almost shouting at the poor lad.

‘Look…..Mrs. Freeman, really its all there, everything' he managed to reply.

‘You lying thieving Black Slave Bastard!' screamed Grace Freeman at the young guy.

Suddenly though, he was upon her, a vicious slap on her left cheek left Grace Freeman screaming and clutching her face before slowly dropping to the floor as her legs gave way.

I watched with horrified fascination as young Black Guy then grabbed a fistful of Grace Freeman's long, luxurious hair whilst she lay on her back clutching her face, shocked and sobbing.

‘Call me a Black Slave Bastard, you fucking piece of white cunt meat! Get on your fucking knees!' he said, viciously lifting Grace Freeman by her hair so that the sobbing woman had no option but to obey him or suffer further agony.

‘Jeez' I wondered, what the hell is going on here, what have I walked into? I asked myself. Part of me was saying I should go to her aid, another part of me asked how I would explain my presence should I do so, the part that won though was the sheer pleasure of surreptitiously watching the downfall of the beautiful Mrs. Freeman who was now screaming at her attacker for him to leave her alone.

The Black guy though had other ideas and was busy pushing the struggling Grace's face toward his crotch. ‘What's the matter white trash momma, you never had a good black cock in your mouth, well now you gonna taste one for real! With that he unzipped himself before the sobbing crying woman.

Suddenly I remembered the digital camera in my pocket and switched it on just as the black guy began waving a huge erection in grace's face. The summer sun shone brightly in the kitchen, just as well as I could hardly use the flash.

Gripping her hair tighter still the guy was shouting at Grace,

‘GET THAT FUCKING WHITE WHORE BITCH MOUTH OPEN'

Grace though desperately but hopelessly tried to push the strong young guy away. He though grabbed her face, forcing Grace to look up at him.

‘I'm telling you one last time Mrs Fucking white bitch' he spat her. ‘Hold this black slaves meat and put it in your mouth or your gonna get the beating of your life, and then some!'

Grace sobbed and wailed but was defeated, obediently she lifted a trembling hand toward the throbbing black cock circling it slowly before managing to grasp to huge pole in a tiny hand.

‘That's better Baby, now you be a good little bitch girl and put old Leroy's cock in your mouth and suck it good' said the young guy ‘Leroy' his hand now stroking Grace's cheek

Time now for me to start taking some pics of this amazing action.

Still sobbing, tears running down her cheeks, Grace Freeman leaned forward until her lips encircled the huge black cock.

‘Mmmm that's good baby, now you gonna show ole Leroy what good a white cocksucking bitch your are, you gonna suck it good and I wanna feel all that cock down your throat……you hear me white trash?'

All Grace could manage was a nod in reply as she tried to accommodate Leroy's huge cock in her mouth. Unexpectedly though Leroy pushed himself forward. The surprised unsuspecting woman gagged as the black cock hit her throat, causing her to pull away in panic, her hands pushing against Leroy's thighs as she fought for breath.

Leroy was fuming, once again Grace's hair fell victim to his anger and her hands shot up in a feeble attempt to dislodge him, crying and screaming in agony.

‘You fucking useless piece of white trash' shouted Leroy now dragging the poor woman up bodily by her hair.

‘I told you to suck it good, well now you are gonna get the thrashing a white slut like you deserves!'

Grace Freeman, face a picture of agonised fear, screamed and pleaded with Leroy.

‘Please………….no, please……..stop this Leroy, I'm so sorry, please………oh God no!'

Leroy had suddenly thrown Grace, face down, over the huge Oak Kitchen Table

‘Please Leroy, don't please……….oh God………I'll give you anything… I won't tell a soul………………but please stop this!'

‘Shut it White trash' replied Leroy. With one hand holding her face down Leroy picked up one of the pairs of tights lying on the table. Easily holding her wrists together he proceeded to fasten them together with the tights whilst Grace sobbed and pleased with him to stop.

‘Maybe I should gag you with your knickers to shut you up' chided Leroy his hand now moving up under Grace's dress.

‘Oh God no, please no'

Leroy though had now positioned Grace so that her whole upper body lay on the table, only her lower legs kicked uselessly whilst I watched in unadulterated delight her tiny red thong pulled down her legs from under her dress until he easily slipped the trophy over her kicking legs.

By now I had the erection of my life I could not help but stroke it between taking more pictures.

Leroy pulled Grace completely onto the table until her head was inches from the table's edge, her arms bound uselessly behind her.

Walking around the table he now stood directly over Graces head, again Leroy grabbed a fistful of her hair, lifting Grace's head until she was looking up to him whilst his other hand dangled her tiny red thong before her face.

‘Hey Mrs. High and mighty fucking owners wife Freeman, I just love your taste in panties, but who am I going to gag you with these things, they are so tiny!'

‘Oh please Leroy…………don't'. I'm begging you' sobbed Grace Freemen, tear stained face contorted by Leroy's fistful of her hair.

‘Should of thought of that when I told you to suck my cock properly Mrs. Freeman, now look at you, you lost your panties, your about to get a good hiding and now I'm going to gag you with your own panties!'

Grace frantically tried to wriggle away but, bound as she was and with Leroy pulling her hair it was impossible.

‘Come on get that mouth open Mrs. Freeman' Leroy told her, pushing the tiny red thong to her firmly closed lips

‘Open it bitch or you'll get another slap, understand!'

Grace, sobbing in despair parted her lips obediently then to allow Leroy to push the Red thong between her lips before taking another pair of tights, wrapping these around her mouth a couples of times before tying them tightly around her neck.

Leroy allowed her head to drop to one side on the table before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

‘Hey, Mrs. Freeman, are you enjoying the taste of your own panties?' Chided Leroy to the humiliated Grace Freeman, who shook her head as best she could, whilst mumbling into her gag.

Leroy though was making his way around the huge table again before, with almost practised ease he pulled Grace Freeman toward him until her feet were just touching the floor, the upper half of her body still bend over the Oak table. Whilst doing so he had pulled Grace's dress up over her hips, revealing her lovely mature naked bottom, her red suspender belt and glorious white thighs leading to her black seamed stockings.

All of which was directly in my line of vision. My cock was so hard and throbbing now I had to let it loose, my hand slowly stroking it as I took another pic of this glorious sight.

Mrs. Freeman had closed her legs as best she could, writhing on the table and pleading into her gag. Leroy though was not finished yet. Another pair of tights was soon securing each of her ankles to the table legs so widely I now had a fantastic side on view Of Grace Freeman's wonderful smooth shaven cunt.

I wondered in transfixed fascination if Leroy was now going to rape Grace Freeman who still moaned and writhed on the table.

Suddenly though, Leroy bought the palm of his hand down, giving her an almighty slap on her bottom. Grace moaned and struggled helplessly but Leroy easily held her down with one hand whilst the other began spanking her bottom with what must surely be practised ease.

‘You asked for this White Bitch, and your now gonna get it!'

Slap after slap landed upon Mrs. Freeman's bottom cheeks and thighs whilst she screamed loudly into her gag whilst writhing upon the table

‘You're loving this aint you, Mrs. Fucking So posh Freeman?' said Leroy, but his victim shook her head wildly in denial.

‘Well that shame because your gonna get a lot more yet'

Beneath him Grace tried pleading for him to stop but could only manage unintelligible moans into the gag.

On and on went Leroy's vicious Spanking of Grace Freeman, it must have been a good 15 minutes and by now her Bum cheeks and thighs were clearly an angry red colour.

During this time Leroy constantly humiliated Grace, telling her she would get a huge black dick in her ass very soon, that she was now his own special white mother bitch, whilst continuing her spanking. All the time, Grace struggled as best she could, screaming denials into her gag.

Gradually though I noticed Grace was struggling less and less, the screaming into her gag softened to a low moan and Leroy was now caressing her angry red skin between each spank and delving his fingers between Grace's bum cheeks.

‘Hey Mrs. Freeman, your enjoying it now, your cunt is all wet!' he told her, again dipping fingers straight into Grace's obviously wet cunt after another spank.

Grace Freeman though, was now still, no longer writhing around. Her loud screams had quietened o a low moan and, to me, it looked as though she was actually parting her bum cheeks to welcome Leroy's intruding fingers.

By now pre come was dripping from my own cock, what I would not have given to be able to walk right in there and stick the throbbing erection straight between those glorious cunt lips. I realised then that Grace Freeman was in the throes of a huge orgasm as her whole body abruptly shook!

Suddenly I couldn't stop, the sight of this young black guy with his fingers buried deep inside my fantasy Mature Woman's' cunt was just too much and my come juice was jetting from my cock against the door whilst I wanked furiously.

The relief was instant. I could clean myself later for now Mrs. Freeman became quiet and still whilst Leroy moved around to the head of the table again and grabbed her hair once again to lift her tear stained, quietly sobbing face to his meet his.

‘Now I just know you enjoyed that Mrs. Freeman' chided Leroy of his victim who tried to look anywhere but at Leroy.

‘Look at me when I talk to you, you is my white bitch now, you understand?

Grace reluctantly met his eyes and managed to nod her head as Leroy relaxed his grip.

‘That's better Mrs. Freeman' Leroy was obviously using her full name as a form of humiliation, Young black subjugates stuck up white woman, that sort of thing.

‘Now Mrs. Freeman are you gonna suck my black cock like I told you earlier'

Grace quickly nodded a tear stained face.

‘You understand Mrs. Freeman, that if you don't lick my and fondle my balls and take all my cock in your mouth you are gonna get my cock right up your ass, understand?

Again the tear stained face quickly nodded, Grace was defeated, and she was now Leroy's property.

Again I was watching in fascination as Grace Freeman was easily lifted from the Oak Table. Now she stood, still bound and gagged, beside Leroy who had now opened all of her button down Dress to reveal her Grace's huge tits encased with a Red bra, her suspenders and her black stockings. With one arm around her waist, holding her close to him, Leroy's other hand casual stroked her shaven cunt lips causing Grace to shudder with what must have been pleasure.

‘You're my white bitch now Mrs. Freeman, you understand me, look at me!'

Grace Freeman, eyes closed and unquestionably in the throes of another orgasm as Leroy's fingers entered her cunt again managed to turn her head to him and nod in understanding.

‘Now Mrs. Freeman continued Leroy, his fingers still pumping her Cunt ‘you are gonna show your black owner just how obedient his white bitch can be, Leroy is gonna untie your hands and then his white bitch is gonna take that dress off, you with me so far Mrs. Freeman?

Grace nodded again although her legs trembled to another orgasm to Leroy's pumping fingers.

‘That's a good bitch, after that Mrs. Freeman you are gonna take the Bra off, give it to me and then you are gonna get on your knees and take down your owner's jeans and pants.' Understand me?'

Once again Grace Freeman nodded. ‘Good' said Leroy, ‘Then Mrs. Freeman, I'm gonna sit on that chair over there and you are gonna crawl to your black owner on your hands and knees, just as a white bitch should'

Leroy then turned Grace Freeman away from him and untied her wrists. I wondered if she would try to escape him but, still gagged, she obediently removed the dress and turned to face Leroy again before reaching behind her, her fingers unclasping the catch of her Red Bra, almost defiantly looking Leroy in the eye as she allowed the straps to slowly slip over her shoulders to reveal those magnificent breasts.

I watched this display in awe as I saw for the first time in real life, Mrs. Freeman's huge gravity defying breasts on display, god how I wished I was in there…..but I knew my time would come. By now my cock was again rock hard and I began stroking it in anticipation of that day. Suddenly the Bra slipped off her Breasts completely to reveal a huge pair of nipples that must have been as erect as my cock.

Was Mrs. Freeman enjoying this? Surely not' I pondered whilst she handed the Red Bra to her tormentor.

The Still gagged and now naked Mrs. Grace Freeman, wife of a timber Factory owner, probably queen of her social circuit, slowly sank to her knees before the young black guy who had so recently beaten and humiliated her and lowered his Jeans to his ankles before slowly doing the same thing with his underpants, allowing his massive erection to point straight at her gagged lips whilst Leroy patted her head as if she were a favourite pet. ‘You're a Good White bitch Mrs. Freeman' again the humiliation.

Shortly, Jeans around ankles, Leroy walked across to a kitchen chair, situated only a few feet from my vantage point, and sat. Surely, if she really wanted to, the woman could get up and run now. But, after a snap of Leroy's fingers Grace crawled on hands and knees across to where he now sat, even crawling between Leroy's knees before she stopped her wonderful mature body only a few feet away, so close I could have reached out and touched her fantastic tits!

‘Get those hands on your head Mrs. Freeman' Leroy ordered. And, again with surprising obedience Grace Freeman did just that and soon Leroy was toying with her huge breasts and nipples, lifting and weighing her breasts in each hand. Even when her nipples were painfully squeezed Grace grimaced and moaned but retained her position, hands on head.

Eventually Leroy placed his hands behind Mrs. Freeman's head, pulling her down until her gagged mouth touched his massive erection before, very slowly he removed the tights bound around her mouth. Just as slowly Leroy pulled Grace's head up again until her face was level with his. Amazingly she had not spat out what must by now have been her soaking wet thong.

Now I witnessed the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Leroy pulled Grace Freeman's face very close to his own. I watched, fascinated, as he pushed his tongue out until he was licking her closed lips, slowly forcing Grace to part them. When eventually she did so the whole of Leroy's tongue disappeared into her mouth, There this odd scenario continued, Leroy's hands holding her head close to his whilst Grace still obediently held her pose of hands on head.

Finally Leroy drew back a little and I watched in amazement when I saw Mrs. Freeman's tiny, soaking wet, red thong emerge from her mouth, held in Leroy's teeth before allowing the thong to drop into his lap!

‘Now Mrs. Fucking White bitch Freeman, you'd better make a good job on my cock or it goes up your ass!'

Mrs. Freeman then lowered her hands to rest upon Leroy's naked thighs before lowering her mouth straight onto his huge rampant black cock. Jeez, how I wished it had been me. The lovely Grace Freeman gave Leroy the best blowjob I had ever seen.

Her hands and fingers seemed to be everywhere, on his cock, on his balls, on his thighs and I'm sure they also found his bum hole as I watched Leroy lift his bottom to allow grave access. Her mouth was another story, devouring the black cock, sucking, licking, blowing, taking the whole thing right to the back of her throat until she gagged and gasped for breath. Grace Freeman was a cocksucker supreme and soon Leroy was gasping in pleasure. I watched with envy as she took his black balls deep into her mouth whilst her fingers toyed with his cock, her tongue snake up and down the huge pole, her lips planting little kisses on the very tip of Leroy's cock as her tongue pushed into its slit.

And of course I recorded it all, in between pulling off my own rampant dick.

Suddenly Leroy was groaning in pleasure, ‘I'm coming, God I'm coming, I wanna see it come in your mouth white whore bitch!' he shouted, leaning back.

Only later have I learned a woman could also ‘come' just by sucking a mans cock and grace Freeman was obviously now doing so.

Her wonderful; breasts pushing into Leroy's knees, her fantastic ass swaying, she sucked on Leroy as if possessed, then abruptly she lifted her head a good foot above Leroy's cock and I watched in awe as spurt after spurt of his come juices shot up into Grace's open, greedy, waiting mouth.

Leroy, witnessing his triumph, pushed Grace back down on his cock, she complied by greedily sucking every last drop of his seed, licking her lips to take the excess and even licking some from Leroy's thighs before returning to the huge black cock and clamping her mouth around its girth as though unwilling to end this fantastic scenario.

Finally Leroy's now flaccid and spent cock slipped from between her lips. I watched,

mystified, when Grace Freeman looked up and smiled at Leroy.

‘Oh Leroy' she said, ‘I'm so sorry I was rude to you earlier, I really did deserve to be punished for it and your cock tasted so good!'

I had, during the amazing scenario just played out before me, wondered just how Jimmy and I would ever get our hands on Mrs. Freeman after she had received such a brutal assault from this young black guy, surely, whatever we planned would be a waste of time, Mrs. Freeman would surely tell her husband if not the police, about the assault and it would be impossible for us to get to her..

But with those words things began to look very different.

Then,

‘Yeh, that was great Mrs. Freeman, I hope I didn't hit you too hard though'

‘mmmmmmmmm' it was perfect Leroy'

‘Jeez Mrs. Freeman, does it have to be Leroy, can't you just call me Alan like everybody else'

Then Grace Freemen rose from her knees, stood up and kissed Alan/Leroy on the cheek.

‘I'm sorry Alan, I get carried away, but you know its all part of my fantasy, but why don't you use the key I gave you, then I can be more nasty by asking what you are doing in here'

‘Yeh, ' replied Alan/Leroy, ‘The posh white Slave owners wife and the escaped slave, I enjoyed it Mrs. Freeman, but I am nervous about using the Key and I'm a bit worried ,I think my old man suspects something, he wonders why it has to be me that delivers your stuff, and if he ever found out he'd kill me, that store is his whole life and if he lost the contract to supply your husbands canteen, and don't forget, I am getting married in 3 months, Jeez!'

Grace Freeman stood up, turning away from Alan/Leroy, she picked up her discarded dress and dressed her began dressing herself. Again I marvelled at her wonderful mature body whilst she encased her huge breasts in the red Bra before putting on the button down dress.

‘I know, but it the same for both of us, and just what do you think my husband would do to me Alan, but we both we both love these mornings and its only once a fortnight, if your so worried lets leave it until next month, my husband is in America for two weeks so we can really have fun. And keep the Key Alan' said Grace, turning back to Alan/Leroy, taking her tiny Red thong from his lap, rubbing it against the Black guys flaccid cock before lifting the wet cum stained material to her lips.

Chapter 4

Later, Jimmy had come straight round to my flat, I recounted my epic adventure to an incredulous and very attentive Jimmy. Probably, if it were not for the 30 or so digital photos I had taken of Mrs. Freeman & Leroy/Alan, he would never have believed my story. But there was the irrefutable, and for Mrs. Freeman and Alan/Leroy, the very damming evidence of their fantasy game.

I had earlier very carefully made my way out of the Garage and from the side of the house had watched Alan/Leroy driving off in the white Van before making my own quite way out of the large Garden, presuming Grace Freeman would probably be taking a bath of shower right then.

Jimmy knew about Mr. Freeman's forthcoming trip to the States. I wondered why he did not take his wife with him, but according to Jimmy, Grace Freeman hated long flights and always stayed at home during her husband's longer trips. Jimmy told me he could get the exact dates and agreed also to get some ‘special items' I would need.

He himself would have to take a ‘back seat' to begin with at least because Grace Freeman actually knew him.

Such was our surprise and shock at my discovery of ‘Mrs. Freeman's Fantasy, and of those photos with the Blonde, the copies of which I had printed and shown him, that all earlier thoughts on how to ‘Take' her were irrelevant, astonishingly, in the space of a couple of hours, we now had enough information about the, obviously clandestine sexual activities of Mrs. Grace Freeman

Although she was as yet unaware, Grace had earlier that day become my property; all it required now was us to decide how and when she would be forced to admit it!

We thought of the straightforward confrontation and blackmail but I dismissed this idea. I wanted more fun than that, I wanted to observe Grace Freeman slowly capitulate to me, just as in the stories had read. Young as I was, I knew I needed to make her fear and respect me immediately and I was so looking forward to forcing Grace to submit to me.

Alan/Leroy proved very cooperative. At least he became so after Jimmy and I engaged him in conversation whilst he was working in her Father's shop. A quick mention of ‘Leroy' had him apprehensively asking us to go away, that is until I showed him a 6x4 of him, his fingers toying with the cunt of a mostly naked, bound and gagged woman who, quite obviously, was Grace Freeman.

Then Alan/Leroy agreed with us he should, there and then, come and sit in my Car outside.

Alan/Leroy, trembling in fear, was shown about a dozen photos culminating in one of his cock shooting his semen into Grace Freeman's mouth.

He was told we worked for Grace Freeman's husband that we were paid to look after him. We wanted him to enjoy life without having to be worried about what his wife may be up to. Our point, Alan/Leroy was told. Was that if we had to show these photos to Mr. Freeman it would also mean having to show them to Alan/Leroy's family.

By now he was sweating and shaking. We told Alan/Leroy we wanted only to see both Mr. & Mrs. Freeman stay together, that way we would all be happy. Alan/Leroy though, was to stop visiting Mrs. Freeman; he would not contact her at all from now on.

When the next delivery to the Freeman house was due he would ring the mobile phone number I gave him and I would then meet Alan/Leroy at the end of the Freeman's lane, place the delivery in my Car and I would then make the delivery, giving Mrs. Freeman a plausible excuse for Alan/Leroy not delivering.

If Alan/Leroy failed to carry out these instructions or contact Mrs. Freeman in any way, we would know about it and have no option but to pass the photo's on!

Thus Alan/Leroy grabbed his get out of Jail free card with hands. He promised us he would comply with all these things and pleased with us not to tell on him and quickly handed over the door key when we told him we knew he had one. These sessions, he told us, had been going on for six months; they had not, he argued, been instigated by him but by Mrs. Freeman who told him her husband could soon find another supplier for his works canteen if he Alan was not good to her, leaving him with no choice but to assist her with her ‘Special Fantasy'.

The only down side was that, when shown a facial picture, without Grace Freeman, of my ‘mystery Blonde' Alan/Leroy told us he had no idea at all of who she might be. Being so terrified at that time, I took his word for it.

After being given the exact date of Freeman's trip to the states by Jimmy I booked myself a week's holiday to coincide with the first week. I also found a second hand bookshop that had a few' Falconhurst' novels about Slave Owners and Slaves in the deep south of America, prior to the civil war. I read the books during my shifts, what I learned amazed me. Now I knew the exact nature of Grace Freeman's fantasy!

During this intervening period, Grace Freeman regularly called into the service station to have the Ford filled up. As always she got out of the Car and always bent over to remove the Gas cap and I realised this was her way of flaunting herself. She really did more lovely each time I saw her. She was very tall, I had not noticed this before but it made her great figure look even better, she must have bee at least 5'10….6.00' in her heels!. I could not be help get a hard on every time I saw Mrs. Freeman but I was determined to keep myself detached from my thoughts, even if my heart did skip a beat when she drove on the forecourt over those few weeks.

I wondered if she had yet missed the Lingerie I had removed from her Bedroom. So far I had resisted the temptation to openly go in the house with the key Alan/Leroy had passed over to us

Chapter 5

While waiting for the day to arrive I had collected everything needed courtesy of Jimmy, to subjugate Grace Freeman and spent some time practising some ideas, as well as viewing Bondage videos, again supplied by Jimmy

The call came on the Monday evening on my mobile, A soft anxious voice gave the agreed password ‘Master' and soon Alan/Leroy was giving me details of the time he was to deliver groceries to Grace Freeman. 11am his father had told him after he had taken the call from Mrs. Freeman, as always she had asked for Alan to deliver. I told Alan/Leroy to wait just inside the lane. At 10.50am .

My own special bag was ready as were the two items I intended to place inside Grave Freeman's delivery box.

So here I was grocery box in my Car, and heading up the lane after watching Alan/Leroy thankfully and nervously depart in his van. Stopping just outside the gates to Grace Freeman's property I carefully placed my additions alongside the items in the delivery box, before getting out of my Car. There was no sign of activity anywhere so I walked carefully through the open gates.

The Freeman's Ford was parked, facing the house, but well to one side near the boundary bushes. I walked cautiously along those bushes until I reached the Ford and tried the passenger door, thankfully it was unlocked so, opening the door slightly, I lay across the seats before squirting a small amount of superglue into the ignition.

With a furtive look around from my prone position in the Ford, I could still see no signs of any activity, so I was able to watchfully make my way back to my own Car and drive up to the Freeman's front door.

I rang the bell.

Grace Freeman seemed more beautiful every time I saw her. Today she wore another button down dress, obviously in readiness for Alan/Leroy I couldn't help but wonder what lingerie she wore under the dress, I smiled, well I would soon find out!

Now she stood in the Doorway looking at me in askance.

‘Delivery Mrs. Freeman, David's Food market'

Mrs. Freeman looked at me in surprise. ‘Oh, where's Alan, he usually delivers my groceries.'

‘Alan went down with a bout of tonsillitis this morning Mrs. Freeman, I work there part time so they asked me to do the deliveries today, I'm Will'

The disappointment was clear to see on Mrs. Freeman, her shoulders seemed to slump and her face dropped to a frown.

‘Don't I know you from somewhere?' She asked.

‘Yeh, maybe' I replied nonchalantly ‘I also work part time at the filling station at the end of your road, you fill up there sometimes'

Recognition, as I had hoped, dawned on her face and Grace Freeman then asked me to take the delivery through to her kitchen.

‘I have to wait for you to check your delivery, then get you to sign, Mrs. Freeman' I told her after depositing the box on the very same work surface I had seen Alan/Leroy place his delivery.

Stepping aside to allow Grace Freeman to check the box, I gradually eased my way back to the kitchen doorway, admiring her again. Today she wore flesh coloured seamed stockings under a light blue button down dress together with 2 inch heels, making her as tall as myself, a good 6 feet in her heels. Her 38 D Breasts stood proudly to attention from her sideways on position to me, there were, I thought, nothing short of magnificent and only a woman of her height could carry them without appearing abnormal.

And then, as I expected, Mrs. Freeman frowning, turned to me, a selotaped brown package in her hand.

‘What's this?' she asked holding the package toward me.

I shrugged innocently, ‘No idea Mrs. Freeman, I just deliver, I didn't pack the box' I lied.

‘Oh well' said Grace Freeman and began tearing away the brown paper.

‘What the Hell?'

‘Pardon' I replied casually, whilst I watched the lovely Mature face register surprise and then alarm as she viewed the Handcuffs, studded leather collar and red ball gag contained within the brown paper. Quickly, as if the package were on fire, Grace Freeman dropped the bondage gear back into the box, obviously attempting to hide it from me.

‘This delivery can't be mine, you'd best take the whole box back to the shop' she said, anxiously.'

‘Last delivery, last box, can't belong to anyone else' I replied offhandedly, walking toward her ‘give me whatever that is, then just check the rest and sign please'.

Mrs. Freeman looked on with disquiet as I took the bondage gear from the box.

‘Bondage Gear, Mrs. Freeman' I said turning to her, smiling. ‘Have you never seen a ball gag before? That's a collar and leash and these are handcuffs'.

Grace Freeman looked horrified at my light-hearted explanation of the Bondage equipment, she tried to assert herself and retrieve the situation by telling me she was appalled to be sent these items, a blunder maybe, but someone would pay dearly for

Such a blunder, no way could they be for her, I was to take these things straight back to the shop and she would be in touch with the owner.

When she had completed her loud ranting, I picked up the studded, padded, leather collar and showed it face on to Mrs. Freeman.

‘Are you sure, the delivery note say's Mrs. Grace Freeman, (I had told Alan/Leroy to ensure he wrote ‘Grace Freeman' on the note) look at this.'

Looker closer at the studded Leather collar she clearly read the studs spelling the word ‘GRACE'.

‘Perhaps Alan had it made for you; try it on for size Mrs. Freeman!'

Mrs. Freeman bridled with anger. Her face reddened, her mouth set, she decided to bluster her way along.

‘Look here young man I don't know what the hell is going on here, or what games you and Alan are playing, but you will get the hell out of my house this minute, you understand, and take these filthy things with you, I shall deal with Alan, via my husband in due course, as you, perhaps the police should be told about your activities……NOW……………..oooooooooooowwwwwww yeeee'

The satisfying sound my open palm made on Grace Freeman's cheek resounded around her kitchen and threw her back in shock until she leaned heavily against the work surface, hand to her stinging cheek and looking at me in fear.

From my pocket I produced my mobile phone and held it out to her. Mrs. Freeman stared at the proffered instrument but said and did nothing.

‘Now, call the old bill or shut the fuck up and open the other parcel Mrs. Freeman!' my voice menacing and low.

Clearly Grace Freeman realised I was very serious for, with trembling hands she opened the other, flatter parcel.

‘Oh my God' she whispered softly.

The colour drained completely from her face as Mrs. Freeman studied the two 8x10 glass framed photo's I had wrapped the day before. One showed her kneeling naked, hand on his cock whilst in the act of having Alan/Leroy's cum shooting into her mouth. The other, and I was proud of my photo ability here, showed her naked upper half, her huge breasts and nipples, head and shoulders with hands on her head, whilst Alan/Leroy ‘s teeth pulled her sopping red thong from within her mouth.

Hands trembling, Grace Freeman lowered the two photo frames onto the work surface whilst I sat down upon the kitchen chair away from the doorway.

‘How much' she whispered softly, staring down at the photos.

I remained silent, staring at her. Stupidly, she mistook my silence for confirmation, in a voice containing real malice, venom and contempt she almost spat at me.

‘How much do you and that bastard Alan want paying for these photos and your silence for whatever other nasty little schemes you have cooked up between you!'

Music to my ears of course. Grace Freeman never saw the backhand land on her other cheek. Screaming in shock and pain she tumbled to the floor.

Reaching down, grabbing a fistful of long luxurious red hair, I pulled her head to face me.

‘I told you to shut the fuck up, but it seems you are going to need a lot of training'

Grace Freeman now stared at me through tear filled eyes, sobbing openly.

‘You speak only when I tell you bitch!understand? I continued, relaxing my grip slightly.

Mrs. Freeman managed to nod her head and even mutter a tearful ‘yes'

‘As for Alan or Leroy as you love to call him' I continued, still holding a fistful of her hair. ‘He was even more frightened then you when he was shown those photo's, plus a lot more, he was only to happy to tell me all I need to know about you!. this has nothing to do with him, he's history now, all you need to know is that you now belong to me bitch, your my property, Grace Freeman, when I'm ready I shall tell you all you need to know!. ‘Now get up and stand with your hands on your head!'

What a wonderful sight, the lovely mature beauty tearfully climbing to her feet to stand a few feet from me, hands on head, sobbing uncontrollably , her eyes downcast, waiting for whatever!'

I sat down then, deliberately away from the kitchen door, smiling malevolently across the table at my new bitch, and then noticing for the first time the tights she must have placed there earlier in anticipation of Alan's ‘delivery'.

So Grace, you don't mind me calling you Grace by the way?' Grace shook her head in humiliation, knowing full well my question was theatrical.

‘Fine, now Grace, tell me what colour underwear you are wearing, I know you were expecting ole Leroy so I expect it's the sexy stuff from your third drawer'

Grace looked up sharply as I departed this information, she must be wondering how I could know that, but she managed a tearful, whispered ‘ L…li..Light Bl bla Blue'

‘Mmmm, that sounds really good Grace, but of course they were meant for Leroy, weren't they' I replied.

Miserably Grace managed a nod and whispered ‘y yes'.

Extracting from my pocket the set of sheer black lingerie I had taken from her room on my visit, I held them up to Grace before placing her undies on the kitchen table.

‘But these are the undies you wore when I first saw you Grace and you're going to change into them for me……….now'!

Grace, hands still on her head, looked like the rabbit caught in headlamps with nowhere to go. She stared at her ‘missing' Lingerie, appalled that she was expected to strip before me and then dress in the sheer black set.

‘And you wore a very light yellow summer dress Grace, this one!' I said, holding the light dress before her.

Grace Freeman stared first at me and then her dress in horror.

Suddenly she was off, running as fast as she could, out of the kitchen and along the hall. Grabbing her keys from the hall table, she threw open the front door and ran across the gravel drive, jumping into to her parked Car.

With a smile I slowly made my way out to the gravel entrance drive to watch Grace Freeman desperately trying to insert her ignition key into a glued up lock.

‘Please……….please, no, don't hit me again' sobbed Grace after I opened the side door of her Ford, once again grabbing a fistful of luxurious red hair.

‘Oh but I have to Grace, you have been disobedient to you owner AND you have spoken without permission.'

I pulled a screaming, tearful Mrs. Freeman her hair. She, having no option but to follow or have her hair pulled out by the roots, climbed out of the Ford and I dragged the humiliated woman back inside the entrance hall, There, throwing her to the floor, where she cowered, I stood over her and grabbed a fistful of hair once again. Twisting her face up toward me I gave Grace Freeman a backhander on her check making her scream again in pain and terror. I let it sink in for a moment. ‘You'll learn bitch, one way or another; you'll learn you're now my property! my slave bitch!'

With that a gave the cowering middle aged beauty another, this time an open handed slap to Grace's other cheek, leaving her sobbing in pain, her hand rubbing her cheek.

Gripping her hair tighter I pulled her face up to mine.

‘Now you can fucking well crawl back into the Kitchen and take your fucking dress off!' I shouted down to her, my voice, deliberately cold and menacing, the swearing calculated to both horrify and terrify the middle class captive.

Grace Freeman had got the message and soon I slowly followed the terrified and sobbing Grace whilst she crawled upon hands and knees, through the hall and back into her kitchen.

‘Now get the fuck up'! I demanded when satisfied with her position and watched her slowly rise until she stood trembling and fearful near the oak table.

‘And get those fucking hands back on your fucking head bitch!

Now I sat near Grace, watching her shiver in fear and she placed her hands on her head once again, tear stained eyes downcast.

‘Look at me Bitch' I told her.

With a huge effort, Grace managed to lock eyes with me.

‘Your my fucking bitch now, I fucking own you' I continued a viciously as possible, watching her tremble in shock and fear, my words and actions totally alien to her world, and I wanted Grace Freeman to be very, very afraid of me, I wanted her total and complete subjugation.

‘Never mind those fucking pictures of you and Alan, never mind me or anybody telling your old man, your my own personal slave Bitch cause I own you!'

‘You will keep looking at me unless I say otherwise bitch, one word or look, out of place from you and I'll hang you naked, upside down and thrash the fucking living daylights out of you…………. from now on Bitch…, You will call me MASTER at all times……………you will even think of me as your MASTER…..you understand what I'm saying……..answer me Bitch!'

I was in her eyes then. Terrified and trembling in fear, shocked beyond belief Grace Freeman capitulated to me, capitulated to the young, almost boyish man, sitting there, in her kitchen who had so quickly turned her ordered world upside down and now both frightened and dominated her.

‘Yes……..mas…….master' whispered Grace.

‘ I can't fuck hear you bitch……perhaps I should give you that fucking thrashing now!'

‘No…please…..I'm sorry, yes…Master …..I understand' said Grace, very quickly and loudly!

‘Okay, You can relax a little, Bitch, but any more fucking disobedience from you and I shall thrash you…..and then piss all over you!, now your going to strip for your Master, understand?'

‘Yes …….Master' replied Grace in misery and trepidation.

Now I was ready to enjoy the scenario I had both fantasised and dreamed of since I first saw my mature beauty.

Ok, now, lower you hands and Unbutton the dress, bitch, starting from the top'

After a short pause Grace Freeman gradually unbuttoned the blue dress, her eyes never leaving mine. Button after button revealed first the middle section of a powder blue bra, matching suspender belt and thong, then finally stocking tops, until the dress hung loosely around her lovely mature body.

Grace, obviously waiting me to tell her to remove the Dress, was now sobbing openly but still managed to keep her eyes on mine, even when finally I did give her that order. But Did I see a flash of excitement there also?

So, once again, this time though at my own behest, I watched Grace Freeman reveal that superb mature body as she tentatively removed the dress, letting it fall to the floor before placing her hands back upon her head as instructed.

‘Wow, you really are a truly gorgeous Slave bitch Grace'

I was certain a look of pride briefly flashed across her eyes whilst I feasted my eyes upon this lingerie clad middle-aged beauty, her heavy breasts straining against the push up Bra, her still firm stomach leading down to equally firm thighs, gloriously white against her stocking tops. And the unmistakable mound that was her Cunt.

I had dreamed of this moment, indeed, my immediate feelings were to strip her myself, but I had my plan and besides, I had all the time in the world and I wanted Grace in those Sheer Black Undies before the real fun began!

I told Grace to turn slowly around, keeping her hands on her head. This she did, the wet tears clearly visible on her cheeks, giving me a leisurely viewing of her firm bum cheeks, dissected by the tiny blue thong.

First she was to remove the Blue undies she had worn for ‘Leroy. Then she would place hands on head again. I would then pass to her the black undies and then dress herself in the lingerie I had been keeping for her, I would, I told her, allow her to do so with her back to me, but only if she did so very slowly but without hesitation, otherwise I would strip her myself………….after a beating!.

For me, it was an unequalled experience, sitting there, viewing this stunning woman gradually divesting herself of her most intimate garments, full aware of course that her every movement was being studied by a teenager who was so cruelly humiliating and dominating her. My hand moved freely over my bulging pants as more and more of her was revealed to my lustful young eyes. Eventually Grace was naked save for her stockings. To remove them, she had of course to bend over. Watching her do pleased me no end as her bending gave me a wonderful view of the valley between firm buttocks and a tantalising glimpse of her sweet shaven cunt!

Finally, an obedient, sobbing, Grace Freeman, her back to me, placed her hands upon her head once again.

That was my cue to rise from seat, black lingerie and black stockings in hand.

I stood close behind the trembling Slave Bitch; she must surely have felt my rock hard cock pushing against her buttocks whilst I encircled her naked waist with hands holding her new lingerie. Even without shoes, Grace seemed only slightly shorter than me as I studied her naked breasts from over her shoulder

Close up those tits were fantastic, they were huge yet still firm and proud, but what astounded me were her huge, seemingly rock hard nipples. They were monsters, the biggest I had seen in my young years, even in films and books. Smiling, I wondered how she would cope later on, when I fitted the nipple clamps on those spectacular buds. But for now I was content to watch my Slave Bitch dress herself in the very undies I had first seen her wearing and had then taken from her bedroom.

Studying her naked breasts from over her shoulder, I handed Grace Freeman her sheer black lace lingerie.

I watched in ball aching enthralment the Slave Bitch carefully dressing herself. First the tiny sheer thong that soon found its way between her bum cheeks.

Then her suspender belt, clasped behind. Again Grace had to bend forward to fit her stockings, I almost lost it then as she presented that great arse to me before standing upright again to smooth the stockings over equally smooth skin. Then her silver shoes, making my Slave Bitch taller than myself.

Eventually Grace offered the see through Bra cups to her superb breasts before slipping the straps over her shoulders and moving her hands behind her to do up the clasp. That's when I took her wrists, before my slave Bitch could react I had her wrists cuffed. My slave bitch emitted a moan of despair but had the sense not to complain.

The Ball gag though was another matter. Holding the soft leather up to her, I pushed the soft Red ball against her lips. The Slave Bitch though refused to open her mouth.

‘I fucking warned you Slave Bitch' I shouted menacingly whilst pushing Grace's head down, forcing her to bend over until her head rested upon a kitchen unit. Holding the back of her neck down, squashing her face against the unit, I gave my Slave Bitch four massive slaps to the backs of her thighs, saving the bum cheeks for later.

After the third my bitch was begging for mercy.

‘Please…………I beg you……..no more!'

‘Still don't know how to address me……..after all this' I replied and

I gave her the fourth just to convince her.

‘Oh God no……………no more….Master………I'm sorry' she sobbed.

Then, whilst Grace was pleading with me, I pulled her upright, happy she had learned her lesson.

There was no more dissent, the soft red ball slipped between her open lips, fastening the strap tighter than was necessary; I told the Slave Bitch it was punishment for her earlier rebellion.

Grace could now make only muffled unintelligible sounds into the ball gag. Turning her toward me, my superb fantasy Slave Bitch stood bound and gagged in her Kitchen, inches away whilst I drank in her mature beauty. I was unable to resist cupping those huge Bra encased Breasts, weighing them, feeling their firmness, feeling also those huge nipples, pinching and pulling them through the bra whilst Grace shook her head and mumbled into her gag.

‘mmmmm, So lovely Slave Bitch, so mine' I told her whilst allowing my hands to wander down from her Breasts to stroke her firm stomach, my fingers tracing a line along to the elastic of her Black thong.

My journey of acquaintance with Grace's body continued. Both hands held her firm hips, reaching behind to stroke taut buttocks. Grace moaned into her gag, either in denial or perhaps pleasure, or both when I stroked her strong thighs between hip and stocking top and I wondered if her thong was not a little wet. That would wait though, for now Grace was to be fitted with her collar!

The slave Bitch looked in horror at the padded Black Leather Collar I held before her eyes. She could clearly see the word ‘GRACE' spelt with chrome studs on the front of the collar and mumbled something unintelligible into the ball gag before I placed it around her neck, reaching behind her head to fasten the two straps together, kissing her sweet neck whilst doing so., the bitches eyes widening to yet another new surprise, I clipped a long, black leather leash to the chrome ‘O' ring set into the

Graces slave collar and tugged nonchalantly, making her take a slight step forward toward me, now I did indeed control my slave bitches every movement!.

Eventually I had Grace Freeman positioned where I wanted her, spread eagled over the table, ankles tied to the table legs, wrists handcuffed behind her back and her head resting on the tables edge and facing away from the Garage Door from which I had watched her and Alan/Leroy ‘

In that position, a startled, terrified yet very desirable Grace Freeman was told the whole story, from my first sight of her mature but raw sexiness, to my thoughts of finding her and what I would do with her. Holding her lead protectively,

Grace was horror struck when told my friend knew of her husband and his trips abroad. I stroked her head casually as she heard how I had ‘cased' her house and found it unlocked.

How I had taken a photo and those undies from her bedroom.

Grace seemed to be breathing more heavily when I told her I had viewed the whole episode with Alan/Leroy from the door to the garage and even ‘wanked' over her as she sucked on Alan/Leroy's cock between taking those digital photo's of them.

I told Grace that any future disobedience from her would result in those photos being sent to her Husband, her Son, daughter and neighbours for good measure.

‘And oh yes,' I added casually ‘those of you and the blonde I found upstairs could go on the internet…hey!..you could even have your own special website Grace!'

Grace Freeman's world suddenly collapsed at hearing these words, she now knew just how deep a pit into which she had fallen. There was no escape!

I told Grace, I had decided she would be my slave bitch the first time I had seen her. I told her That Alan had been easy to deal with and that my friend had had the collar made especially for her. To Graces shock, I told her she would meet him as well.

Of course I in no way expected Grace to smile and tell me to carry on what I was doing, In fact it was the last thing I wanted. But, when I had completed my narration, there was, I'm certain, a look of expectation in her eyes, that and uncertainty had replaced her look of frozen fear, even when I pulled her head down with the lead until it rested on a cushion I had placed there. To ensure she would not lift her head, I tied the lead around a table leg.

I pulled each of Graces' knees apart. Then began her punishment. My left hand gave her the spanking of her life. Starting from the very top of her bottom I made my way down, taking each cheek in turn, ensuring every inch of her bottom, rear and inner thighs were covered whilst Grace squirmed and screamed into her ball gag.

I had decided she would retain the black thong, allowing me, now and again, to snap its elastic into the crevice between her bum cheeks. Grace squealed into the Gag each time I did so. Finally, after reaching her stocking tops, I made my spanking way back upward, but this time, stopping to caress her skin after each spank. By now Grace had stopped squirming. Her screams into her gag had become low moans.

The next time I pulled the thong from between her cheeks I felt down and realised the sheer material had become very wet.

Pulling harder on the elasticised material I then knelt on the kitchen floor, my hand pulling bum cheeks apart. Grace almost jumped from the table as my tongue touched her cunt lips and she began squirming franticly.

But Grace could squirm all she wished, she was going nowhere for I had found the wonderful nectar of her love juice and wanted more. Quickly I eased my searching tongue back into her, searching out every minuscule area of her hot juicy love box

By the time my teeth began to nip and bite her now protruding cunt lips, Grace had long since ceased to squirm around on the table and was now emitting long low moans through the gag, jumping only when my teeth nipped her love bud.

After perhaps 15 minutes of this Grace was emitting copious amounts of juices that I greedily lapped up and swallowed, wondering if this was the first time she had ever had her cunt licked.

Slowly prizing her buttocks apart I pushed my tongue up further until it was lapping the very edge of her tiny anus. My slave Bitch went rigid, trying, unsuccessfully, to close her buttocks. It took all my strength to hold her still as she attempted to deny me with screams and wriggles, but I was determined.

My Grip on Grace Freeman's buttocks hardened. I watched in delight, her anus contract to her muscles, I then leaned forward and attacked her tiny ring with my hot tongue, pushing forward, lubricating, pushing forward, more and more of my tongue entered her, despite her contracting anal muscles.

Then, suddenly, my slave bitch sighed and relaxed, allowing my whole tongue to enter that most intimate of womanly areas.

Grace Freeman, like me, was clearly enjoying her first ass reaming of any kind and to my delight was now openly pushing her ass into my face. I was enthralled, her arse tasted so good, so clean was she.

Ecstatically I responded and was now slurping my whole mouth and tongue up and down from the top of Grace's ass crevice before deliciously making down and almost vacuuming the tasty juices emitted from her cunt, with my greedy mouth.

Shortly after I started doing that, my Slave Bitch began shaking frenziedly, visibly in the throes of a massive orgasm, soon she was screaming into her gag and abruptly my mouth became full of her juices, I had to swallow to keep up with her. I was amazed I had bought this on with my tongue in her arse, I vowed then I would discover more of this later.

There I stopped, Grace Freeman, my Slave Bitch, was lost in uncontrollable orgasm after orgasm. Standing upright then, I tidied her thong before walking around to the head of the table and untied the lead holding grace's head to the table.

Once again I took a fistful of her luxurious hair, lifting her face to meet mine.

Grace was clearly drooling into the Red Ball gag, her face flushed. She did not want to look at me but I told her she must. When she did so her eyes seemed to contain a mixture of dejection, misery and shame at her astonishing orgasms.

It was time; I glanced beyond my Slave Bitch to the garage entrance door and nodded. Jimmy quietly opened the door, video camera in hand. Unseen and unheard by my slave bitch, Jimmy, after videoing through the door, now placed the camera in a good position upon a work surface before, just as quietly placing himself between Grace Freeman's outstretched and bound legs.

Mrs. Grace Freeman

Once again the young brute was pulling my head up by my hair, ordering me to look up at him. Through my tear stained eyes I obeyed as I lay there on my kitchen table, almost naked, handcuffed, my ankles bound its legs, my mind and body still recovering from a series of undesired yet inescapable orgasms.

What had happened to me?

An hour ago I had been excitedly looking forward to another ‘Plantation Owner/Slave fantasy with Alan when the monster now tugging my hair had turned up instead. I recognised him as the young lad from the filling station because I had noticed his very flushed face after getting an eyeful of my undies a few weeks ago.

At the time of course I had thought nothing of it, after all, I was accustomed to admiring looks from all ages on my, special dress days.

Since entering my house though, this boy, less than half my age had terrified me and beaten me.

Amazed and shocked me by his matter of fact statement of how he had planned and executed his fantasy of making me his ‘Slave Bitch'.

I lay helpless and vulnerable on my kitchen table, appalled to hear how he had watched and taken those photos of my last ‘ Plantation ' session with Alan.

I was even more horrified to learn how he had been through my bedroom; at least clearing up for me, the mystery of why I could no longer find the sheer black lace undies I now wore, but I had noticed nothing amiss. I wondered how he had discovered the secret photos of me playing with Jill. At least he seemed unaware of her identity, if he did, or forced me to tell him, then, bad as this was, things could get a whole lose worse. As it was, it was just me and he, or perhaps they, if I was sensible then no one need be any the wiser, providing this young brute didn't also have the money type of blackmail in mind.

A glance at the kitchen clock as my head was pulled up told me that in less than an hour I had been dominated, subjugated by a young monster I must now call ‘Master'.

Far from my usual confident self, for even when ‘playing' with Alan, I had still been in charge of events in reality, I was now a broken woman, dressed to please him, bound with handcuffs and rope, suffering this awful ball gag and forced obey his every command.

Even worse was the appalling awareness that, try as I might, I had been thoroughly unable to prevent my body betraying me. Nobody, no even Alan and certainly not my husband, had ever kissed me there, licking my fanny lips. The sensations his tongue created inside me were unbelievable, I had never ever known such pleasure. Helplessly I realised my fanny was throbbing violently.

Afterwards I felt his hot tongue pushing into my anus. Desperately, aghast at the very idea, I had clenched my buttocks to deny him and screamed as best I could into the awful ball gag.

But the monsters hands were too strong, prizing my buttocks apart and I was helpless. His tongue abruptly touched me there, at the very centre of my anus. I shuddered with revulsion, disgusted by his invasion of my most intimate of areas but remained unable to prevent it as I felt the hot tongue swirling around inside me.

Gradually though, unable to fight his invading tongue and it was now deep within me. I realised I had relaxed my buttocks as I became more aware of the incessant throbbing within my no aching fanny.

Then the ecstasy began, more than I had ever known. The monster, my Master, was now caressing my fanny lips in time with the dart of his tongue deep within my anus, forcing my body to become tool of pleasure, my own pleasure. From that moment I was lost in a sea of sexual bliss.

No longer caring, I was now a plaything of the monster controlling me. I became lost in a series of the most gratifying orgasms I have ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I wanted more; shamelessly I pushed my bottom to his tongue, desperate to feel its heat deep inside my anus whilst my fanny ground against his searching fingers.

All too soon it was over and now I was forced to look up at my ‘Master' with tear stained but probably also, lust filled eyes.

Dismayed, I realised I needed more, despite my predicament I was ruled then by both this young man and my own newly awoken desire. I knew also that no real harm would be done to me for as long as I obeyed my Master, for without me, he had no pleasure.

It was, I knew, at that moment at least, the Master looking down upon his Slave Bitch, I was a broken and dominated woman, anxiously waiting for whatever fate my young Master had planned for me for me.

Looking into his eyes I saw then, not the monster, but a dominant force I was powerless to disobey.

Then he was pushing one of my cushions under my chin, ensuring my head was facing straight ahead. Taking my face between his hands, I thought he was about to remove my gag prior to telling his Slave Bitch to suck him, totally unaware I was about to be raped by the biggest cock I and most other women would ever have to accommodate!

Suddenly though, I felt the thin elastic that was my thong being pulled out from between my bum cheeks before pulling my buttocks apart.

Stunned by the sudden realisation someone else was with us. I tried desperately to shake my head whilst my handcuffed wrists attempted to reach further down my back to try and beat off this new invasion of my body.

It was then I felt the throbbing head of what was surely an enormous cock being place a the very entrance of my virgina

My young Master though was firmly holding my head in his strong hands and with my ankles tied around the table legs it was impossible for me to move at all

Instead, all I could do was moan denials into my gag. Little by little, I could feel the huge cock slipping into my virgina. Fortunately for me my insides were already lubricated by my own juices or the huge invader would have surely torn me apart such was its size. Instead, my virgina walls were expanding to accommodate the biggest cock I had ever known.

I was certain this was not Alan; his cock was unexceptional in size, not much bigger really than my husband's puny thing. I was slowly but surely being filled as never before

Through the haze of pain I heard my Master Voice.

‘I told you abut how Jimmy helped me didn't I, Slave Bitch, well, this is his reward, he gets to fuck you first!'

All I could do was plead with my eyes and scream into my gag whilst my rapists cock slipped slowly but irrefutably further and further inside my painfully stretched virgina.

‘What I didn't tell you though. Slave Bitch' continued Master. ‘Is that Jimmy is a black guy with the biggest dong you have ever seen, So, Slave Bitch, just think of your self as being on that plantation, the White Bitch being fucked by her black slave!

Words that completed my humiliation whilst my unseen rapist continued to painfully fill me with his huge throbbing, what I now knew to be, Black cock until I felt the massive head touching my cervix, it was almost as though my virgina had been filled with the largest cucumber one could ever find, my tightly stretched virginal muscles having no option but to painfully grip its huge girth.

And then my rapist was just as slowly and deliberately pulling out, leaving behind an empty chasm until, just as slowly and painfully it was pushed forward again. Closing my eyes to the pain, I tried again to shake my head in denial, but the grip on me was too strong.

Abruptly though, my rapist began increasing his rhythm, and then, suddenly the pain was gone.

My juices flowing as my body betrayed me again and pain free all I could feel now was this massive cock fucking me as I had never been fucked before and I could not help but push myself back to meet each new thrust!.

My mind blanked out everything that had happened to me, I became the Plantation wife, lost inside my greatest fantasy, the Black Slave, fucking his white mistress.

Opening my eyes I looked up at Master, only then did I become aware that his hands no longer held my head; instead he was stroking my back, my hair and neck.

Behind me my Black slave/rapist continued his even stroked thrusting inside me, but now his fingers were running all over my bum cheeks and back and I felt him pause briefly, unclasping my bra catch, before pushing the straps aside and continuing his exploration.

Despite everything my rapist was giving me the best fucking I had ever had in my life, strangely I wondered for a moment how I would feel when this massive cock was taken from me!

Hearing my own voice cry out in sheer ecstasy, begging for more, as the massive head touched my cervix again I realised I was no longer gagged. Such had been my pleasure I had not even been aware of Master removing it!

Looking straight ahead then, I watched him removing his own massive, very erect cock from its confines, its huge head already glistening with pre come juices.

I screamed again at another surge from the huge cock buried within me but kept my eyes fastened onto Masters Cock as, without words, he placed its throbbing length onto the cushion before my face, the white Plantation Overseer had joined the Black Slave, demanding the White Bitch owners wife service him also, my fantasy complete!

I knew what I had to do, I wanted to do it, and needed to do it such was my now insatiable need for more and more pleasure. Inching forward, my tongue snaked out to touch the beautiful glistening head of the overseers cock. My reward was to see it twitch to my tongue. The overseer had still not moved so I managed to stretch further forward and this time, take the whole of its plum like head between my greedy lips.

I was being fucked with an ever-increasing pace, already I had experienced numerous orgasms to the black slaves cock and knew I was surging toward a massive climax. I wanted to take my time and lovingly suck the overseers beautiful cock.

The white plantation wife wanted the overseer to understand she really was his Slave Bitch, did he know how much my virgina had throbbed to the beatings he had given me?

By now the overseer had slipped his hands under my body and was holding my tender breasts whilst squeezing and pulling my hard erect nipples.

Impossibly, I could sense the huge black cock growing even bigger inside me as my slave rapist thrust faster and harder, gripping my hips, pulling me onto him, shouting

‘Take it all, you fucking white whore, your gonna get my black seed inside you'

Building inside me was the biggest climax I had ever known, my Slave/rapists words served only to fuel my craving, more so when the Overseer added.

‘You fucking no good piece of white trash gonna get , sucking, suck my seed, your gonna drink every drop and then clean to both of us!

These humiliations finally pushed me over the top as I achieved the most glorious orgasm after orgasm, only just able to keep the overseers cock in my mouth

And then my Slave/Rapist was holding my hips. I felt him shudder against me, he let out an almighty groan and suddenly I could feel a seemingly never ending stream after stream of his seed splashing inside me. Never in my life had I known such a sense of sexual coupling, joined to my slave/rapist by his massive organ spurting

Copious, thick, male juices, into me, I was in pure unashamed bliss.

Will

My dick felt like it belonged in my Slave Bitches mouth, so good was her cock sucking. Incredibly, she had taken it without any instruction from me and was sucking and licking me with real enthusiasm whilst Jimmy was giving her the fucking of a lifetime.

Shoving my hands under the Slave Bitch, I grabbed her tits from under her now unfastened Bra, watching her grimace in pain; I twisted and pulled her huge nipples. Looking across at Jimmy I knew he wasn't far from shooting his wad into the Slave Bitch. For my part couldn't get over just how easy a feat it had been in reducing the once proud Mrs. Freeman to the gasping, groaning fucktoy bound to her kitchen table.

I was almost certain the fucktoy that was Grace Freeman really enjoying it, having, I knew, orgasm after orgasm whilst Jimmy pounded her cunt with his huge pole. Suddenly I watched Jimmy groan and pull the bitches hips hard, her arse slapped against his balls and he began before pumping his black seed into her cunt. The Slave Bitch, at the same time, had another huge orgasm. Sucking even harder on my own cock, she writhed and moaned whilst Jimmy emptied his sack inside her.

When he had finished Jimmy looked across to me and nodded, time now to swap positions, we were now about to discover just how much our new fucktoy could take and I was about to turn yet another daydream to reality.

After slipping my cock out of her greedy mouth, I made my way to Jimmy's position, on my way, I took a horse whip from my bag and handed it to Jimmy. Time now for experiment, I wanted gain more knowledge of my Slave Bitches most secret of bodily areas.

Standing behind the Slave Bitch I grabbed both her bum cheeks and prized them apart, there, her tiny almost red, anal ring gazed up at me.

For a moment I looked up as Jimmy placed his semi erect, but still huge dick on the cushion near her mouth, telling the slave Bitch to clean him up.

Gazing down again I could see huge amounts of Jimmy's spunk leaking from Grace Freeman's cunt, threads were dripping to the floor, others sliding down her inner thighs.

Pulling her bum cheeks even further, a ran the nail of my index finger around the fucktoys anal ring, scratching and tickling, noting how her hole opened and closed like a fishes mouth to my finger nail.

Filling my mouth with all the phlegm I could muster, I bent a little and spat the whole lot into the fucktoys little anal hole.

Fascinated, I watched, whilst my spit slipped into the little hole As it disappeared her ring her ring contracted again.

Grace Freeman had her mouth filled with Jimmy's cock and was probably barely aware of my little game.

Once again I filled her hole with my spit and once again the muscle contracted, then

I pushed a finger into the hole, just as far as my fingertip. Perhaps as a reflex action, the fucktoys hole then seemed to grip my fingertip.

The gloop that was the combined juices of Jimmy and the fucktoy continued to slip from her cunt. She gasped as I shoved three fingers in there, the cunt was soaking. Withdrawing the fingers I studied for the first time the thick cream like mess before shoving my cock inside her, an action made easy by the lubrication already there. Soon my cock was buried up to the hilt in the Bitches cunt

Grace Freeman moaned around the pole of Jimmy's cock and tried to push back against me, obviously not at all disagreeable to the idea of being fucked again. Fuck her I did whilst the fingers smeared with the creamy juices began rubbing the fluid into and around the side's anal ring.

I noted how the fucktoy seemed to shiver and groan with pleasure each time I delved slightly inside her tight ring, much as she had earlier when my tongue had been in there. Although it seemed her ring was far too small to have ever been fucked by a cock I realised this form of pleasure was very much to Grace Freeman's liking.

So I decided it was time to see just how much of my cock would fit in there!

After a few more strokes inside her cunt I nodded across to Jimmy before pulling out of her. The fucktoy continued her slurping noises on his cock which now looked to be fully hard again.

Once again I gripped and parted her bum cheeks but this time I looked down and placed my well lubricated cock head against the tiny ring, pushing it just far enough for it to push aside a little of the anal muscle.

The effect on Grace Freeman was instant. Pulling her mouth off of Jimmy cock she screamed.

‘Oh my god no!, Not there, for gods sake no…………..please I beg you I've never been…………..you'll kill me……….please no!' she screamed, whilst trying helplessly to eject my monster from its position just inside her anus and desperately trying to move her trapped body.

This was to my liking, there had not been enough pleading from the Slave Bitch for my liking so I shook my head at jimmy who was about to force his cock back into her mouth to shut her up. I pushed forward a fraction more.

‘Oh nnoooooooooooo, oh God, I beg you Master, please nooooooooo!'

I pushed a little more whilst Mrs. Freeman screamed her protests and suddenly the head of my cock had broken through the tight muscle, I looked down and marvelled at how such a huge weapon could have entered such a tiny space.

Oh my God it hurts to much…………..please…..please, its too big…..please take it out………………please………Master…………please take it out!'

Oh, her words were music to my ears. I felt great, my cock felt great, for the first time it was inside a woman's anus, it was tight, so tight but it was incredible. I felt all powerful, all conquering, surely this was the definitive act of domination.

I looked across to Jimmy who was holding the fucktoys head to the cushion.

The Slave Bitch was shaking and crying but totally powerless to prevent my defloration of her anus.

I pulled back the merest fraction and then forward again.

‘Please………………oh god…………please, anything, I'll do anything else buy not this Master……..please take it out it hurts so much!'

So I nodded to Jimmy gave our fucktoy a real brute of a slap with the horsewhip on her upper back bringing from her fresh screaming and howls of anguish.

I gave her bum a fierce slap.

‘Right Mrs. Fucking Slave Bitch Freeman, shut the fuck up and listen carefully' I told her.

‘Oh god' then she was whimpering softly.

My cock felt so good inside her anus I was having my work cut out controlling myself! But, still holding my position inside her I told Grace Freeman.

‘Listen and then obey your Masters, Slave Bitch, Jimmy is going to whip you six times, you will count aloud each one, then thank him and ask me to more cock in your arse, after the six you will then put his cock back in your mouth while I fuck your anus.'

Grace Freeman was sobbing violently by now but had then sense not to interrupt.

‘If you are disobedient, if you don't follow these instructions or if you try to deny my cock in your anus, you will get a double whipping AND Jimmy cock in your anus after mine!'

‘Oh god no!'

Now, tell your Master you will obey him!' I told her whilst she sobbed and moaned, my cock now twitching in anticipation.

After a short pause, the Slave Bitch did just that.

‘Oh god…………….I…………I w will obey you…………m….master' sobbed Grace Freeman, our fucktoy.

Jimmy bought the horsewhip down onto the Slave bitches back. Her scream filled the kitchen and probably the rest of her house.

‘Say it bitch!' I shouted as her scream subsided.

Through the sobbing Grace Freeman sobbed. ‘One….m…master th. Th. Thank you Master………..Pl .pl. please put more of your cock…..in …into my Anus'

And then.

‘Oh my God…………it's so big!' After I pushed another inch on my cock into her Anus.

And so we continued mercilessly tormenting her. Our Slave Bitch Fucktoy screaming in pain each time the horsewhip landed upon her back and buttocks.

But Grace Freeman still had common sense enough to count each stroke. Thank Jimmy and ask me to put more of my cock into her Anus. Each time I slid forward an inch, the Slave Bitch screamed again. Oh my god! It hurts so much!'

By the time she had been given the full six strokes, I had a good seven inches of my cock buried in her hot anus and our fucktoy was trying to accommodate Jimmy's full Ten inches in her mouth and throat.

I though was in pure ecstasy. ‘Grip my cock with your Arse' I ordered Grace Freeman, brutally slapping both her bum cheeks

With her mouth filled, she was able only to moan around Jimmy cock whilst mine twitched inside her, then to my astonishment, and despite the tightness already there I could feel the Slave Bitches anal muscles contracting around my cock, giving me the most incredible sensations, if this was arse fucking then I wanted more, much more.

Holding her buttocks apart so I could view my progress, I pushed my final inch and a half at a snail's pace into Grace Freeman's anus, eventually, my twitching cock was fully inside that wondrous cavern, my balls tight against her, and there I remained until her cries of anguish had subsided.

Once more I spanked both her buttocks. ‘Grip my cock again Mrs. Freeman' using her surname just to add to her humiliation.

And Grace Freeman did just that, slightly adjusting her position to help accommodate me, before using her anal muscle to grip my full eight and a half inches of cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Across the table Jimmy groaned, ‘Oh shit, I'm coming, take it all bitch, don't you dare spill a drop' he told the slave Bitch, before shooting into her mouth, holding her head tight toward him, trapping her, ensuring she had to take every single drop of his juices. ‘Oh shit, that's so good' moaned Jimmy whilst Grace Freeman swallowed his juice, gulping in quick succession as Jimmy shot another huge load into her.

Now he had shot into her at both ends he finally slipped his huge semi erect dick from her mouth, wiping the excess over Grace's lips.

I though, still had to empty my own sack.

Now though was my turn.

The fucktoy stiffened as I pulled back a few inches, before ramming forward, without Jimmy's cock no longer effectively gagging her, Grace Freeman was soon screaming again and again as I began slowly thrusting in and out of her Anus.

‘Oh god, It's too big….it hurts…….please ……….please……..please take it out!'

For and answer though I slapped hard on both her bum cheeks.

‘Listen to me' I shouted

‘I'm going to come in your Anus, Mrs. Freeman, whether you want it or not, I'm going to shoot my load good and deep into your arse, so get used to the idea, the sooner you start moving and help your Master to come inside your Anus the easier it will be on you!'

‘Oh my God!.........oh dear God' she cried, but suddenly Grace Freeman began pushing back against me to meet my thrusts, no longer shouting but whimpering softly and even gripping me again every time I thrust into her.

I could feel my cock growing to huge proportions, my balls feeling like they would soon burst, and now was my time. Gripping the fucktoys hips, I pulled her back onto me as I thrust into her again, completely burying my throbbing cock in her Anus.

There I waited, feeling my organ throbbing inside her whilst Grace Freeman emitted a series of long low moans. Astonishingly, and despite all her denials, Grace's Anus was in orgasm to my twitching cock. Suddenly I could feel my cock being lubricated by her own juice; it was giving me the best fuck of my young life, Grace Freeman's Anus was now under sole ownership!.

‘oh my…………….oh…………..oh…….aggggggggggg' came her cry.

‘WHO AM I?' I shouted, gripping her hips ever harder

‘oh……….ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. oh God……………….my…..my Master'

‘WHO DOES THIS ARSE BELONG TO?'

‘ahhhhhh…………ohhhhhhhhh. Oh god……….you m Master'

‘ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR MASTER to SHOOT HIS COME INTO YOUR ANUS?'

‘ahhh oh God yes, do it Master……….shoot your spunk into me!'…..arhhhhhhhh

I exploded in her Anus, my mind reeling with lust and pleasure. Groaning, I shot torrent after torrent of my hot juices deep inside her bowels, whilst Grace Freeman herself sustained an unrelenting deep cry in of pain and pleasure as she climaxed over and over again. On and on I shot my hot fluid deep inside her bowels until finally my balls were empty.

Even then, as Grace Freeman lay, breathing deeply and sobbing, against the table, I was reluctant to remove myself from my newly acquired possession. There would though be plenty more of these moments for me to saviour. Leisurely I slipped my semi flaccid cock from its haven and made my way to stand beside Jimmy.

‘Clean me' I said to her, placing my slimy cock between Grace Freeman's unresisting lips. Her tears were evident as she looked up at me, her Master, but so was a gleam in her eyes when, still looking at me, she began lovingly running her tongue up and down her owners cock.

There we left Grace Freeman. We would be back soon and my thoughts turned to the exciting thought of having both Grace Freeman and the blonde woman kneeling before me!'