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The redhead took it up the ass as the man pulled her gorgeous hair hard. He put her back on her knees, where she opened wide and let him set the pace. Rashmika really got going when he pulled out and had her jerk him off onto her face. Rashmika watched the throbbing cock with breathless anticipation. She buried her fingers again into her pussy. She was still soaking wet.

"Please, cover my pretty little face," the redhead said sweetly.

"Your whore face," Rashmika muttered a correction.

"I want it," the redhead said.

"You want to serve," Rashmika muttered.

The man came. He covered the woman's face liberally. With every drop of cum that landed on the pornstar's face, Rashmika came again. It shook her body. She moaned and whimpered. She imagined herself on her knees, taking the cumshot on her own face. She imagined being used like that. Being disgraced like that. Her orgasm was constant and unrelenting. Finally, when the man finished, Rashmika's body felt rest. She sat back, watching the redhead smile up at the camera, her reward on display on her pretty whore face.

Finally, Rashmika was satisfied. She closed the video tab and rested back on the bed. Her heart was racing. Her lungs couldn't get enough air. Her whole body felt worn out.

More than anything, she felt that she was in trouble.

This wasn't her. Rashmika didn't especially enjoy going down on boyfriends, although she did it occasionally when he returned the favor. But she had never imagined that she would get off on something as degrading as a cumshot. What changed?

More frightening, she remembered how turned on she was when Professor Reiker had called her a stupid bitch. Why had she been so turned on? That had been rather bold of him, actually. And Rashmika couldn't get over the idea that he wasn't actually angry. So why would he say something that could risk him his job if he wasn't even angry? He seemed excited. And why had it turned her on so much?

Rashmika wasn't a dumb girl. She was actually pretty smart. But it was that intelligence that was fighting against the conclusion that she kept arriving at. Mind control? Come on. That's cheap science fiction. Surely he couldn't use subliminal messages to make her want to be... fucked? Dominated? Sexually destroyed? Treated like a filthy whore and made to take it any way that he wanted it? Put on her knees like a good little...

Enough! Rashmika shook the thoughts from her head. As ridiculous as the idea of mind control was, there was still the reality that Rashmika was different now than she had been this morning. She was a horny fuckdoll, ready and eager. And it happened after Professor Reiker's "experiment".

More than anything else, Rashmika was afraid of one question: If she had stayed in that room with the professor, what would have happened? She had been horny. She had been vulnerable. She had wanted to obey. How far would she have let the Professor go? Rashmika bit her lip and realized that wasn't the real question. The better, more accurate question was: What sort of kinky shit would he have had her do? She knew that if she had stayed, she would have done it all.

Rashmika was undoubtably horny, almost begging to be used by a man. But Professor Reiker was still repulsive. He was a man, which meant obedience, but...

Wait, obedience? What the hell?

Rashmika got off her bed, closed her laptop, and took a deep breath. She was in trouble. She was in bad trouble and she knew it.

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The next day, she emailed all her professors as "sick". She was, but not in the traditional sense. Rashmika started the day off with more pornography. Just watching one man get off on a porn star didn't seem to be enough this time, so she watched a few different videos before she worked out her desire to serve and satisfy a man, vicariously fulfilled through the pornstars. She found that if the man insulted the pornstar as he fucked her, Rashmika was more inclined to be satisfied.

Rashmika wrote that as item number one on her notebook: "Insults turn me on." Still dressed in the black lace and resisting the urge to turn back to the porn, Rashmika tried to think. She had been changed and needed to know what that meant. She tried very hard to remember everything from when she had drifted off in Professor Reiker's experiment, but it was like trying to see through a curtain and she couldn't get anything firm. Also, she kept being distracted by the gloriously sexy moment of being called a "stupid bitch". It got hotter the more Rashmika thought about it.

"Lingerie," Rashmika said suddenly. She wrote on the notebook: "I feel compelled to look fuckable." She looked at the last work and frowned. That was new language for her, but she knew it was right. She could say it different ways ("appealing to men"), but that wasn't it. There was a mantra buried in her mind and she knew the word was "fuckable". That also explained Rashmika's urges to go put on makeup and do her hair nice, even though she was not going out today. She needed to look fuckable.

Mentally exhausted from trying to understand herself, Rashmika turned back to the porn. She went more hardcore, finding dungeon bondage videos. She watched three at once and tried to time all three cumshots at the same time. She was mildly successful and the degrading sexual fantasy did help clear her mind somewhat.

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She returned to her notebook.

"I need to serve men," Rashmika wrote. She knew that wasn't all of it, but couldn't quite work out the mantra that had been drilled into her. Was it "submit to"? Maybe "be dominated by"? They were true, but Rashmika couldn't quite put her finger on the perfect wording. She moved on.

"I need to obey men," Rashmika wrote. She wasn't sure if this was different than the previous, but she felt that it as. There was an element of needing to satisfy the capital-H "Him". But there was also the need to obey "Him". They were concurrent, frequently overlapping, but different.

"He made me into a fucking porn star," Rashmika muttered to herself. She was well-qualified to make the statement, too. She had spent a lot of time watching them in the past twelve hours. The thought should have made her angry, but inside her twisted mind she found that it was conflicting with the idea of submission to a man. Shouldn't she submit to those changes?

Rashmika decided she needed to get out. She had spent too much time fucking herself while watching porn. She was mentally exhausted and hungry. She had snacked a little on whatever she had squirreled away, but had been afraid to leave her room. She still was, but now she was also afraid of staying here too long. She felt like whatever Professor Reiker had done to her was settling in to stay. Maybe she had gotten away from him at first because it was still settling, like paint drying on the wall. But with every orgasm and reinforcement from porn, the paint was drying.

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Would she be able to resist a command again? Would she be able to keep her mind if he told her she was a slut? Rashmika could imagine going to pieces at such a scenario and vigorously fulfilling all of Reiker's fantasies. As much as such a thought turned her on, Rashmika couldn't help but think that he was still repulsive. He had changed a lot about her, but he hadn't changed her original, firm opinion of the man. If he had thought to instill positive emotions in regards to him specifically, Rashmika might have already been on her knees in front of him, but he apparently incorrectly assumed it would be easy to claim her once she obeyed all men. If she had stayed in that room for any longer than she had, it might have been true.

 

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Rashmika decided to get some food. It would get her out of the room and maybe occupy her mind with something else. But Rashmika quickly realized she had a problem. She was still wearing the black lingerie and the thought of changing was impossible to consider. She had to look fuckable.

Rashmika tried hard to resist, even picking up a pair of jeans and trying to convince herself to wear them. She told herself that she would still be fuckable underneath. She told herself that she could just wear normal clothes for a while. Still, she could not will herself to look respectable.

Eventually, she settled. She picked out a pair of short shorts that she wore to the beach sometimes. They were a size too small and her ass was clearly shaped beneath them. She added a tiny halter top that she often wore as pajamas. With her ample chest, there was more than one angle that would show more of her than she might otherwise intend. She found a pair of boots with heels that Rashmika could imagine pointing to the ceiling tiles. It was the middle of fall and she was would still have been underdressed for summer, but at least she could leave the apartment. She looked "fuckable", but was wearing slightly more than the lingerie.

When she went to leave, however, Rashmika was faced with the fact that she hadn't done her makeup right. The thought of men seeing her while she didn't look her most fuckable was unacceptable. With a groan of frustration, Rashmika grabbed her makeup bag and mirror and went to work. Of course, after the sharp eyeliner, thick eyeshadow, and red lipstick had been applied, she was left with her undone hair. Rashmika spent more time getting just the right look with an iron, brush, and mirror.

Finally, Rashmika surveyed herself in the mirror. She looked like a cheap call girl. She was embarrassed, but finally knew she looked fuckable enough to risk being see.

Rashmika grabbed her phone and wallet and left the room. She moved quickly, hoping to avoid the gaze of the girls who lived alongside her. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid being seen by one girl, who met her gaze with very raised eyebrows. Rashmika probably looked like she was on her way to answer a booty call. Rashmika decided it wasn't terribly far from the truth. Thankfully, the girl said nothing and Rashmika hurried to her car.

Rashmika turned on the car and put her phone in the mount on the dashboard. When it connected to the car, the phone lit up. Rashmika saw that she had numerous emails and a couple texts. She groaned. She hadn't so much as looked at the thing since leaving the "experiment" the previous night. Her mind had been otherwise occupied.

Rashmika opened up the emails and immediately realized it was a mistake. There were five emails from Professor Reiker. Apparently, her quick escape last night had made him worried. There were emails from 11PM, 1AM, 2AM, 7AM, and 9AM. The last one was subjected "Open This Email".

Rashmika saw the trap, but her finger was already moving to obey. She wasn't sure she could avoid it if she wanted to. As her finger pressed the email, Rashmika realized that it wasn't "Read This Email". She turned her head as she opened it. With her head turned, she pressed the home button on her phone and the app closed.

She also had two texts from her friend. One was from the previous night and read, "Hey, how was experiment? You get the extra credit?" The second was from just an hour prior: "You missed class. Are you alright?"

Rashmika let out a slow breath, but realized suddenly that any use of her phone was dangerous. Obviously, Professor Reiker could email her or even get her number and text her. But beyond that, Her friend didn't know what effect his words would have as a man. What if he told her to do something? What if he didn't know she would have little choice but to obey? Or even more broadly, what if she opened Facebook and saw someone from High School telling everyone to come buy stuff at their page? If it was a man, would Rashmika be able to resist?

Rashmika turned off the phone rather than risk finding out. She knew even more now that she was in trouble. How was she supposed to function in this world now?

Her stomach rumbled. Rashmika decided to drive. She needed food. She just prayed to God it was a female cashier in the drive through.

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Rashmika got food without incident. She ate it in her car in the parking lot. Afterwards, she did feel better. At least she could get this done. Some part of Rashmika was also happy that she was outside her apartment and in the world. She even looked so (fuckable) cute in this outfit.

If she was going to be compelled to wear slutty clothes, Rashmika was going to quickly wear out her one set of lingerie. She decided that a quick run to a Victoria's secret wouldn't hurt. After all, it was likely to mostly be women inside, so she would be relatively safe from compulsively following men's orders.

Rashmika parked, cautiously avoided men in the parking lot, and found her way into the store. She knew almost immediately that it was a mistake. It was like giving an alcoholic "just a sip". She also knew that this store didn't have what she wanted. After picking out two or three sets of lingerie that Rashmika found sufficiently naughty, she looked online for a nearby store that would push the envelope further. She was careful to avoid her email and texting apps. She found a store twenty miles away.

Rashmika sat in the parking lot of Victoria's Secret, having already spent money in the triple digits on more fuckable lingerie. "You're not really thinking of doing this, are you?" Rashmika said to herself. But she was. She knew her voice was hollow. She knew she wanted more. She had this compulsion to look fuckable. The thought of stopping now had no force in her brain.

She put the directions in. The calm male voice giving her directions was oddly alluring.

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It was getting dark when Rashmika got back to her room. She had eaten dinner on the drive back, before carrying the multiple bags of sexy things halfway across campus. She closed the door quickly and locked it. Then, she started laying out her treasures.

She had started pretty straightforward. She couldn't pick between the different fishnets (different patterns, different widths between wires... how do you pick just one?) so she had gotten five sets. There were sex heels that Rashmika could imagine wrapping around the back of a man as he thrust into her. There were a few more sets of lingerie, including black and red.

It was the pink that had really fucked her over, however. The store had a dressing room. The image of herself dressed in the soft pink lace had unlocked something in Rashmika's mind for roleplaying. As such, there were three different sexy costumes she had bought. She had gone with the nurse, the school girl, and the cop, figuring these were common enough fantasies that she was most likely to look fuckable for a man. She had gotten the pink lace too, of course.

From there, Rashmika had started on accessories. Handcuffs were a must, of course--both fuzzy and not. Lace chokers had special appeal--she was pretty sure that she had been instructed on this specifically during the experiment. She had also gone further, getting collars and leashes that she could wear.

Rashmika tried not to think about how much money she had just dropped to look fuckable. Her savings account had taken a hit today.

Rashmika down on the bed and looked over the treasures. She was preparing to be somebody's fuckdoll. Maybe everybody's fuckdoll, for all she knew. She knew that there was one person who was most likely to get benefit from all of these frilly, expensive, sexy things. That was Professor Reiker. How long could she avoid him? It would just take one slip up for him to be able to give her an order that she found irresistible. She felt like there was a ticking clock until she was on her knees, dressed as a slutty nurse, gobbling dock his cock. As much as the thought excited her, she also was repulsed by him. She had never felt such a confliction. She wanted to be a slut, a whore, a fuckdoll... but not his. She hated him. More so, now that she knew what he had done to her. But she was 100% confident that she would obey him and actively seek to fulfill every twisted fantasy.

She thought about how quickly he had come in insulting her after the programming had taken place. Insulting her was his fantasy. Degrading her was his fantasy. Now, he had made it her's too. He was so eager to capture her with it and he almost had.

"I'm a bitch, but I'm not stupid," Rashmika said softly. He hadn't changed that part of her. Slut? Yes. Whore? Yes. Fuckdoll? Absolutely. Sex slave? Just waiting for the opportunity to prove it. But stupid? No. She wasn't stupid.

Maybe that meant that she still had hope. Maybe that meant that there was still some way out of this. Could she undo the programming? Maybe she could put together some solution herself. How had the projector worked? She remembered a swirl. Was it hypnosis? Some form of it? She strained to remember, but it was still a haze. Then her eyes landed on the lingerie on the floor and her hope fell. She couldn't even stop herself from buying lingerie to please a theoretical man who wanted to fuck her. How could she hope to fight off this?

To make matters worse, it had been hours since her last orgasm--since the last time she had vicariously pleasured a man through a big-titted slut on the internet.

Feeling defeated, Rashmika stripped off her skimpy clothes. She picked the pink lingerie--she liked the implied contrast of innocence and naughtiness. She donned fishnets, heels, and selected a thick leather collar for her neck. She looked in the mirror at herself. She had to admit, she was mighty fuckable.

Rashmika turned to the computer. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Rashmika's heart dropped. Had Professor Reiker come for her? He could find out where she lived, but did he dare enter the woman's dorm? Men could come and go pretty freely before a certain hour--and with a tad more secrecy after that hour--but Rashmika hadn't even considered that he would dare breach the dorm. That was a big risk for him, wasn't it? Rashmika kicked herself. This was the mistake that would cost her the last bit of freedom. She hadn't relocated. She had been predictable.

"Rashmika, it's Me (Her friend)," a voice called out. "Are you there?"

"it's you?" Rashmika said, her surprise and relief eliciting the reaction before she could think.

"Yeah," He said. "Come on, let me in."

 

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Rashmika began moving toward the door instantly. It was important to obey men, she knew. She realized when her hand hit the door handle that this was the impulsiveness that Reiker had given her. She was following a man's order. Rashmika hesitated, fighting the urge to open the door and obey the man. Then, Rashmika remembered that it wasn't Reiker. She was concerned with fighting against Reiker. This was her friend. She didn't have to fight that command.

Rashmika smiled, relieved. She opened the door.

Her friends's instinctive drop of the eyes down to her pink lingerie with black accessories reminded Rashmika that she was less-dressed than her would be expecting.

"Woah," Joey said, his eyes bulging.

"Get in here," Rashmika said, grabbing Joey's arm and pulling him inside. She did a quick glance down the hall before closing the door. She thought she saw a girl smirking from the stairwell. Embarrassment filled Rashmika.

Rashmika turned to Joey, who was doing his very best to look her in the face, but was frequently failing.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Joey said. "I didn't know... I'm sorry... I shouldn't..." He turned away from her, forcing his eyes to the rest of the room. What he saw wasn't much better. Rashmika had left the kinky lingerie and costumes strewn about.

"What the... oh wow," Joey said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that this was what you were doing. I didn't realize you were seeing anyone, actually. I should leave you alone."

"Joey, please stop talking," Rashmika said. "Before you say something stupid."

"Sorry, I just..."

"Joey, listen to me!" Rashmika said. "Please!"

Joey's mouth snapped closed. His eyes found the ceiling tiles, which were apparently very interesting.

"Joey, you can look at me," Rashmika said. "You might as well, really."

"Are you sure?" Joey said softly, hesitant to speak.

"Yeah," Rashmika said. "You ogling me is the least of my problems right now."

Joey's eyes descended, landing on Rashmika's face. They dropped quickly, then bounced back up. They repeated this process frequently. This lace was one of the ones without the nude backing, meaning she was very much on display.

"I'm in trouble, Joey," Rashmika said. "And I don't think anyone will believe me."

This appeared to reach Joey, who stopped being as concerned about trying to not look at her tits. He furrowed his brow and looked Rashmika in the eye.

"What's going on? Is someone... I don't know... blackmailing you?"

"No," Rashmika said. "Well, almost. Not exactly."

"Tell me," Joey said. "Maybe I can help." Again, he had given a command. Rashmika was talking instantly.

"Professor Reiker programmed me to be a kinky sex slave and now I have to obey men," Rashmika said.

Joey blinked. "What?"

Rashmika sighed. "I have to obey men. It's... compulsive. I barely think. That's why I opened the door. And why I told you that."

"Professor Reiker? The bird?"

"Maybe you should sit down," Rashmika said. "I'll tell you everything." Joey sat at Rashmika's desk. Rashmika sat down on her bed, pushing aside the laptop that she had been about to use to get herself off. Joey again was trying not to look at Rashmika's body. Rashmika admired his willpower, actually.

"You can look at me," Rashmika said softly. "I don't mind." In her mind, she added, 'I kinda like it, actually'. She was on display. A man was seeing her. Even as she started telling him the story, she was aware that every glance at her tits flooded Rashmika with feelings of excitement.

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"I tried to not buy it all, but I had to," Rashmika said. Joey had been rather quiet as Rashmika had told the story. "Look around. You can see it all. I just was so obsessed with looking fuckable that... I couldn't help myself. I came back here and was about to do the porn thing again when you knocked."

Rashmika opened her hands to him, as if to say, 'Your turn'.

"It's crazy," Joey said softly.

"I'm telling you the truth, I promise. Why else..."

"No, no, I believe you. I do. It's just... it's crazy."

"You believe me?" Rashmika said.

"Well, yeah, I do," Joey nodded. "I might have a harder time of it if you hadn't been wearing... well... if I didn't have the same evidence. But you're not someone who I know to make up stories or anything. And you've never been voyeuristic, at least in my experience. This would all be different if I didn't know you so well, but I... I don't see a less crazy reason for what I'm seeing right now."

Rashmika let out a deep sigh. She had been certain that nobody would believe her if she had told them. She probably wouldn't have told Joey at all, except that he commanded her to.

"So what do I do?" Rashmika asked. "Reiker has sent me a bunch of emails. I know he's trying to command me. It's only a matter of time before he catches me somewhere. I can't hide from him in a vault."

"Can I see the emails?" Joey said.

Rashmika nodded. She took out her phone and handed it to Joey. Joey scrolled through the emails, bit his lip, and nodded.

"He believes it worked, at least," Joey said. "And he's trying to get you to speak with him in person." He hesitated. "He implied in the last one that he might have to fail you if you don't respond."

Rashmika sighed again. "Why me? Why did he do this to me?"

"Well... I think that one's kind of obvious," Joey said, still scrolling through the emails.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean, look at you," Joey said. He handed the phone back to Rashmika. "You're... well... ummm... you're really..." He trailed off, trying to find an ending to the sentence.

"You think I'm attractive?" Rashmika said.

"Well I'm under duress while you're dressed like that," Joey said with his witty smile. "I can't be held accountable."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Rashmika asked, dropping her voice slightly. A seed of an idea was planted in Rashmika's brain. Joey's eyes fell down onto her tits again, then he looked away entirely.

"I shouldn't... I don't exactly trust anything right now," Joey said, almost apologetically.

"You are a good friend, Joey," Rashmika said. The idea had taken root in her mind and was growing rapidly. "You came here to check on me. You worked for four hours on that paper with me. You're a good friend. A good guy." She grinned. "You're a really good guy."

Joey was uncomfortable. He must have seen what was coming.

"You deserve a sex slave," Rashmika said. "You're the one I want to have me."

"Nobody should have you," Joey said.

"Well somebody is going to," Rashmika said. "Reiker did his work to me. I don't know how. I don't know what he did. But it's done. And some guy out there is going to figure out that he can tell me to do anything and I'll do it. I might as well choose my own master." Rashmika stood, displaying herself. She was glad that she happened to look so fuckable. "I choose you."

"Rashmika, you're not yourself," Joey said.

"And if you want to blame Reiker for fucking around with my desires, great. You are innocent of all of that. And yes, I want to be fucked. I was to be used. To be dominated. Sexually destroyed. Tied up, slapped, with a cock shoved down my whore throat so far that..."

"Rashmika!" Joey said, and Rashmika snapped out of her fantasy and back to attention.

"But you didn't make me this way. It's the same as if you happened to meet a girl who liked to do kinky shit." She stepped closer to him, noting that his hands were covering the bulge in his pants. "Well you met me. And I want to be your sex slave."

"We're friends," Joey said.

"And we can continue to be," Rashmika said, "but after we play MarioKart or watch a movie or do homework, I'll happily fulfill your twisted fantasies." Rashmika reached up, running a hand through Joey's hair. His face was leveled at Rashmika's chest. She was glad he was enjoying the view. "Tell me those fantasies, Joey," she said in a hushed voice. "Tell me all the fucked up shit you want to do. Because I want to do that too."

"How do we know this will save you from Reiker?" Joey asked.

"I have to obey," Rashmika said. "But what about conflicting orders? What if you tell me not to obey him?"

"What if you take the last orders given? What if his words contradict mine?"

"Let's test it," Rashmika said. She stepped back, postponing her seduction of her friend. "Order me to read one of Reiker's emails, but not to obey it. If I can do that, then you can prevent me from following other orders. If I start to obey Reiker, then you can command me again and override it. We'll know, but I'll be safe."

"Ok," Joey said, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a good idea."

"He made me a whore," Rashmika observed, "but not a stupid one."

"Read Reiker's last email, but do not obey him," Joey commanded, adjusting his pants as he did so.

Rashmika began moving instantly. She didn't fight the order that lived in her head. She opened her phone, opened her email app, and opened Reiker's last email. Within it, he gave her several commands, such as "Call this number right away" and "Email me back right now. Do not delay." He also was liberal with the use of "stupid bitch" throughout. Joey watched her, ready to intervene with a fresh command if she started to obey.

Rashmika finished reading, set the phone down, and stepped away.

"Did you feel anything?" Joey asked. "Compulsion to obey?"

"Yes," Rashmika nodded, "but not his command. Your's. Just your order." She smiled. "You can command me to be free of him."

"Absolutely," Joey nodded. "Hell, I can undo it all then. I can command you to not want to be a sex slave! I can..."

"Noooo," Rashmika said, her voice more of a moan than a word. "Don't do that. Please."

Joey looked confused. "What? I can free you."

"I... I don't want that," Rashmika said.

"You don't want what?" Joey said.

"I don't want to go back," Rashmika said softly. "I want to be a whore." She turned her body more to him, inviting his gaze. "I want to be your whore."

"I don't think that's you, Rashmika," Joey said.

 

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"It's me," Rashmika said. "It's me that didn't want to be Reiker's whore, right? That makes sense. It's me that hated him. It's me that knows fully what he did to me. But... as much as I detest him... I don't want to give this up." She bit her lips and added, "This is fun. I am having... I am having a lot of fun." Joey's eyes were freely exploring her. It felt good to be on display.

"Why?" Joey said.

"Because the orgasms I've felt... the satisfaction I've felt... frankly, the carefree fun that sex is in my mind right now... I... I like it." She grinned. "It's kinky. It's fun. It's fulfilling. It scratches an itch in me." Her voice was taking on that seductive, low quality. "Don't you have any secret things like that, Joey? Don't you have those secret desires that just scratch an itch? That satisfy you?"

Joey licked his lips and looked away. Rashmika approached again and his eyes locked back onto her--but not her face.

"So what do you want, Rashmika?" Joey asked. He paused, lifting a finger to stop her from talking, and added, "Tell me the truth."

"I want you to command me to be free of the commands of all other men," Rashmika said, speaking instantly and automatically the truth in her soul. "Then I want you to call me a whore, a bitch, a good-for-sucking slut. I want you to man-handle me. I want you to slap me. Then I want you to stuff every hole I have in the order that most fully satisfies you. After you've had your fun with me, I want you to jerk off onto my face, call me 'a good little fuckdoll' and tell me to rub myself off." She smiled and added, "Then I want to go out and grab some ice cream at that little creamery down the street, because that sounds really good right now."

Joey was looking down at her body, perhaps believing for the first time that she really wanted this. "Keep going," he ordered.

"As we eat ice cream, maybe you could tell me your fantasies, so I know how best to please you. You could tell me which of these lace outfits you like best or which ones I should pick up to make you happy. Maybe after ice cream you'd be in the mood to come back and use me again. I'm hoping that you'll keep fucking me for as long as you want. All night if you want. And more tomorrow. And..."

Joey lifted a finger, stopping her. He stood and walked to her. His eyes perused her body.

"I command you..." he said softly, "...to reach inside your mind and find the you before all this. I command you to tell me the truth from her perspective. Is this really what you would have wanted?"

Rashmika paused, blinking. She tried to obey, she really did. She tried to find the her of 24 hours prior inside her brain. Her brow furrowed as she thought as hard as she could. Nothing came.

"Truthfully, I don't think she would have thought that sounded like fun," Rashmika said truthfully, "but she's not here anymore. I truthfully don't think you could even command her back. I think that whatever changes were made to me are here to stay. But who I am right now is still your friend and still the person you knew. It's just with some extra stuff there." She smiled.

Joey considered this for a moment, nodded, and said, "And you right now? What do think?"

"I'm wondering why I'm still standing and not on my knees," Rashmika said truthfully. "You've been a great friend, Joey. And I don't think there's anyone else who deserves a sex slave half as much. And I want to be that."

Joey nodded again, thinking. Finally, he shrugged and said, "Might as well make the most out of the situation, then."

He reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat. It was not a gentle one. "You're a filthy fucking whore, Rashmika." Rashmika moaned in pleasure as the words washed over her. "But you're my filthy fucking whore. Get to work." He pushed her downward. Rashmika hit her knees with a happy little giggle. She unbuckled Joey's pants, slid them and his underwear down around his ankles, and found that he was already very hard.

She took her time. A firm, exploring hand worked its way up and down his shaft as her tongue and lips explored his balls. She kissed her way up to the top of his cock, then swirled a tongue around the head. After a few minutes, Joey's knees began to shake. He backed up, sitting down on the bed. Rashmika followed, climbing onto the bed. When he settled, she went to work again, her body displayed from the side. She started with slow, deep-sucking plunges onto his dick while she fondled his balls. As he moaned in delight, she picked up the pace, creating a rhythm. Joey's hands freely explored her body as she sucked him, squeezing her tits and slapping her ass. Rashmika could not begin to explain the pleasure that rocked her pussy with every slap of her ass.

"Good little slut," Joey muttered. "Now take it all the way."

Rashmika obeyed the order, taking his cock as deeply as she could. She ignored the urge to gag, thrusting him into her throat. Her painted lips were pressed up against his belly and balls. He put a hand in her hair, pushing her down just slightly, then took grip of her hair and pulled her off. Rashmika gasped for air.

"Are you okay?" Joey asked, his hungry, lustful demeaner failing for a moment. "Tell the truth."

"I'm having more fun than I can ever remember having," Rashmika grinned at him. "I want more."

"Good," Joey grinned. His lust returned. "Then you do the work and ride me, bitch."

"Yes, sir," Rashmika said. Her pink panties were gone after a moment. She descended down onto him, impaling herself as she went. Like with the blowjob, she developed a rhythm quickly. Joey sat back, enjoying the view and the sensation. Every now and then, he would reach up and slap a tit. As she rode, he began slapping her harder.

"Is this what you want?" he said. "To be treated like a whore?"

"I do want to be treated like a whore," Rashmika said. "I want you to slap me harder."

Joey slapped her tits. They both relished the sound of the hard smack.

"More," Rashmika begged.

Joey slapped her tit again.

"More!" Rashmika begged again. "My face!"

Joey slapped her face--hard. That was when Rashmika had her first orgasm. As she squealed and gyrated, still riding his cock, Joey continued to slap her tits. He apparently had a fondness for this action and Rashmika was happy to please him.

He elected to not fuck her ass just yet. He told her that he wanted her to finish him with her tits. Happy to fulfill his fantasies, Rashmika pulled her pussy off his dick and he sat up on the bed, hanging his legs off the side. She knelt down in front of him, then bent down and wrapped her tits around his cock. She bobbed and bounced. It didn't take long. He erupted, hot cum spewing upward. Some of it made it to her chin, but most of it covered her chest. Joey apparently preferred this. With every spurt of cum, Rashmika had another wave of orgasm.

When Joey was finished, Rashmika smiled up at him, remembering the lesson from the porn stars.

Joey sat back on her bed, smiling at her. "That was awesome."

"I'm very glad you liked it, sir," Rashmika said.

"You're a good little fuckdoll," Joey said. "Go ahead and rub one off."

 

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"Thank you, sir," Rashmika said. Her fingers went to work. It didn't take long for her to have her third orgasm--something that boring, prudish Rashmika of the past would never be capable of.

"So..." Joey said thoughtfully, "Ice cream?"

"Oh hell yeah," Rashmika grinned.

On her new master's orders, Rashmika got dressed in normal clothes. Before leaving, Joey gave her the all-important command that she was not compelled to follow anyone else's orders other than his. He added, "You're mine alone" and that was just fine with Rashmika.

They talked movies on the way to the creamery. Joey teased her for not having seen Blade Runner. Rashmika told him that if it was as bad as the original Alien, he could shove it. He told her that the original Alien was a masterpiece and she could shut her mouth for saying otherwise. Rashmika was glad that being a sex slave didn't mean they weren't friends.

They got ice cream, but Rashmika did get just one scoop instead of two. After all, she had to remain fuckable.

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Rashmika and Joey both sent emails to their professors saying they were sick. They spent most of the day indoors. When they weren't fucking, they were laughing, watching movies, binging Rashmika's new TV show season, and eventually talking themselves into fucking again.

"Reiker's class is right now," Rashmika observed, glancing at the clock. She had been wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit recently, but now she was only wearing the pleated plaid skirt.

"Oh yeah," Joey said, looking at the clock. "I actually forgot about him."

Rashmika laughed. "Men. I put some tits in your face and you forget everything else."

"That's an interesting theory. We should put it to the test," Joey said, grinning as he leered at her tits. Rashmika stood and shook her tits in his face. He had just gotten off in her throat, otherwise he might have ordered her to get to work.

"I have an idea," Rashmika said, looking at her computer. "He keeps sending me emails."

"Yeah? So?"

"I wonder if the dean would be interested in seeing what he is saying to students," Rashmika said.

"That's a great idea," Joey said. He blinked. "Yeah! Why the hell is he emailing you this shit anyways? It's a paper trail right back to him."

"He's panicking," Rashmika said. "Because he knows that every minute he's not in control of me, someone else could be." She smiled at Joey and added, "He's not wrong." She opened the computer, reviewing each email. Even as she flipped through them, a new one arrived, telling her that he found her absence from his class unacceptable and if she didn't present herself for punishment immediately, she would be failing his course.

Rashmika forwarded the emails to the Dean. She wrote a message saying, "I think that Professor Reiker has become obsessed with me and I don't know how to handle it. I'm really scared that this will affect my academic career."

"Nice touch," Joey muttered.

"Thanks," Rashmika said as she forwarded the last email. She felt good. He had made her a whore, but his mistake had been not making her a stupid one. She closed the computer.

"Hey Joey?" Rashmika said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For helping me."

"What else are friends for?" Joey said. He grinned, then added, "Well..."

"What?"

"Well I was just thinking about what else friends are for," he said with a small shrug. "I had a couple ideas."

Rashmika smiled. She pushed the chair into her desk and sauntered back towards the bed.

"Oh? Do you want to tell me your ideas?" Rashmika said.

"How about you guess them?" Joey smiled coyly.

Rashmika straddled him, pushing him gently back onto the bed.

"How about... anything you want," Rashmika said, kissing him teasingly on the lips.

"Everything you want." She kissed his neck.

"Any time you want." She kissed his chest.

"For as long as you want." She kissed his belly.

"Wearing anything you want." She planted a kiss on his rapidly-stiffening cock.

"And let's start with my mouth."

THE-END

 

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New Year Special Story -- 1

'What do you miss most about Mumbai?'

Priyanka was sitting in the pub near village on a Wednesday evening with her friend Kangana Ranaut.

Priyanka was a 39 year old widow who had only moved to the village twelve months ago from Mumbai.

He husband was a successful businessman who had died just over three years previously and left Priyanka very well off.

She had sold their home, North Mumbai and had decided to live somewhere a bit more sedate than the capital so as soon as she saw the old five bedroom detached house for sale she immediately purchased it.The house was set in a large quiet village.

A recently built by-pass took the tourist traffic away from it.

She met her husband at a drinks party after a particular concert. He was twenty years older than she was and swept her of her feet. He was handsome, charming and, by then, quite wealthy.

They married but never managed to have children.

Priyanka was an attractive woman who had an air about her. She was extremely well spoken and it was obvious she didn't suffer fools gladly, which is why she didn't get any approaches from the men in the village. Her hair was short and dark with grey tinges at the edges. She had piercing blue eyes, a straight nose but thin lips that could sometimes make her look sinister.

'I said what do you miss most about Mumbai,' repeated Kangana.

Kangana was five years younger than her friend .

She too was slim. She was, though, very pretty for her age with hair cut, gorgeous eyes, long eye lashes. It was when she used to see Priyanka out and about in the village that one day they started chatting which led them to meeting up in the pub every Wednesday evening to share a bottle of wine.

Kangana had been in the village for a 4 years as her husband had also died in accident.

They had lived in East Mumbai and not having children either they had run a series of successful off licences and corner shops so that when her husband died she easily sold them and moved into a three bedroom semi detached cottage at the other end of the village to Priyanka.

'Oh that's easy,' replied Priyanka. 'The boys.'

'The boys?'

'Oh yes!'

'Which boys? What boys?' Kangana asked.

'The boys I used to teach to.'

'In what way do you miss them?'

'In quite a specific way really. Some of them were my playthings.' countered Priyanka.

'Playthings? How?'

Priyanka sighed and wished that she'd never mentioned it as she'd never spoke of it before.

'After I married I gave up my music career and I grew bored sitting at home most days so I decided to teach the piano. I placed an advert in one of the more up-market magazines. I was surprised at the number of replies I received and soon my diary was full. I mainly taught 18 to 20 year old boys and girls. They were from good families as my fees were quite steep. Like so many new businesses there were a few drop offs but it was still worth carrying on.'

'I suppose you do have long fingers but who were these boys that you missed so much? Asked Kangana.

'Oh, over the years there were a handful of young men that I, shall I say, decided to play with.'

'How so?'

'I teased them mercilessly. I got bored easily again so decided to have some fun with them. I would wear my short skirt that showed off my shapely long legs.

I would sit a short distance away and cross and uncross my legs until the garters holding up my stockings came into view.'

'What did they do?' asked a stunned Kangana.

'Oh it was so amusing Kangana. Some would be so distracted that they would miss keys and totally ruin the piece they were playing.'

'So what did you do?'

'Well I knew the boys that were susceptible to my teasing so the next time they arrived for their lessons I would be ready for them. I would be wearing a tight leather skirt, a bra that was too tight and pushed my breasts up and out, then I would wear a tight satin blouse that would cling to my chest. My suspender belt or girdle would have four garters on each thigh. When they began to get things wrong I would deliberately lean over them from the back so my breasts were pressed into the nape of their neck which increased their teasing even more.'

'And that was it? You just teased them?'

'Well...' Priyanka smiled.

'Oh come on. Tell me!' cried an exasperated Kangana.

'OK, but you are never to tell anyone. Promise?'

Kangana promised that she wouldn't tell a soul.

'It all started with Simon. A fresh faced boy who had just turned eighteen. He was extremely shy but I had seen him stare at my breasts and legs since he first arrived to take lessons from me. He was a bit of a mummy's boy and seemed to be in awe of me. It was one day when nothing he played went right for him which didn't make sense as he was becoming an accomplished pianist. I leaned over his back to see what he was doing and saw his full blown erection in his school trousers.'

'What did you say?' asked Kangana.

'I didn't say anything. I just led him over to the sofa, unfastened his trousers then pulled them and his underwear to his knees before pulling him onto my lap. I can remember him moaning as his bare bottom landed on my leather skirt.'

'Go on!' pleaded Kangana.

'I wrapped my fingers around his pulsating penis and stroked it up and down until he cried out and came.'

'What happened next?'

'I told him to get dressed and we would carry on with his lesson. At the end of his time I suggested that I would relieve him of any distraction before he started his lessons in the future. I told him that if he told anyone I would strenuously deny it and cancel all future lessons. I also told him that if his work did not improve week on week I would cancel his lessons as I didn't want him coming over for a handjob at his mother's expense.'

'Is that all the boys got. A handjob?'

'Well Kangana, the pub is not the place to go into further details. Why don't you come up to my house at eleven tomorrow morning and I'll tell you more. Now let's enjoy our wine and you can tell me what you miss most about Mumbai.'

That night Kangana laid in bed and all she could think about was Priyanka's long fingers going up and down on the young man's cock until he spurted out his cum.

At exactly eleven Kangana was knocking on Priyanka's sturdy front door.

Priyanka led Kangana into her sitting room before.

Kangana was trying to be patient but she could feel herself desperate for Priyanka to continue her story.

'So you want to know what went on with my boys do you?'

'Yes. Yes.' Kangana replied almost impatiently.

'OK then I shall begin. One day when Simon came over I took him to the sofa and milked him like I usually did prior to his lesson. It didn't take long as I was wearing a shorter black leather skirt than normal, four inch patent black heels and a tight cream satin blouse. His playing for the first half an hour was splendid then I noticed a few misplayed notes. I automatically glanced at his crotch and I could see he had another erection. The benefit of youth, Kangana.'

Kangana just nodded and waited to see what she was going to be told next.

'I was so annoyed that I yanked him off the piano stool and dragged him to the sofa where I sat down and pulled his trousers and pants to his ankles. I then pulled up my skirt and heaved him over my thighs for a good spanking. I think he was shocked as I'm sure he was expecting another hand job. I started to spank each cheek in turn before I concentrated on the tops of his thighs. I must have got into the zone as I forgot about his hard on. I stopped spanking to reach down and when I wrapped my fingers around his cock it seemed even thicker and harder.'

 

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Priyanka paused for effect as she could see Kangana squirming in her armchair.

'I opened my thighs and his cock slipped between them. His warm cock felt delightful against my thighs so I closed my legs entrapping it. I continued spanking him, more sensually than trying to punish him. His breathing became laboured and could feel he was trying to fuck my thighs. I would have said dry fuck but so much precum had oozed out that it made a fine lubricant. I shifted up slightly so that the head of his cock was not only rubbing on my thigh but also the tops of my silk stockings. It wasn't long before I heard a started cry and I felt his warm secretion soaking not only into my stockings but onto my leg at the top of the stockings.'

'Oh my goodness!' stated Kangana. 'What did you do next?'

'Well I pushed him to the floor and he just sat on his haunches looking up at me to see what I would do next.'

'And?' prodded Kangana.

'I looked down at him in disgust then grabbed the back of his head and thrust his face between my now open thighs, ordering him to clean up his mess with his tongue.' He didn't dare argue and just got on with the job. Can you imagine the affect a boys tongue on my bare thigh had on me? When he was through his cleaning duties he sat back and again stared at me,'

'Wow, yes I bet it was amazing.'

'Oh it was Kangana, so much so that I think I scared the daylights out of him as with one hand I moved the gusset of my panties to one side to show him my nicely trimmed but wet pussy and with the other hand I grabbed the hair at the back of his head and plunged his face back between my thighs so that his mouth made contact with it.'

By now Kangana was speechless.

'For the next quarter of an hour I guided him on how to pleasure me until I came hard on his face as I pressed it fully onto my sex.'

'Oh my God Priyanka. That is so amazing. Did this happen often with him or even others.'

'It did Kangana, but especially with Simon who became quit adept at using his tongue to satisfy me.'

'Did you ever, er..., you know?'

'Fuck them Kangana? Good God no. I was married and it was just a bit of fun.'

'I wish I'd have had that much fun. All I ever got was being felt up by an ugly old rep.'

That night in bed Kangana again thought of Priyanka and her antics although this time it was with her hand between her thighs and her fingers strumming her clit as she relived the young boy's tongue servicing her friend. Her orgasm was harder than on Wednesday night.

On Saturday Priyanka had just left the village shop when a white van pulled up outside and a young man jumped out. On the side of the van was written 'Vicky's. Gardener, Landscaper and General Maintenance.'

'Excuse me young man. Are you Vicky?'

Vicky was nineteen years old, not very tall but wiry and reasonably strong from working outside for the last three years since he left school. He wasn't academic so instead of carrying on at school he decided to get a job to help his divorced mother with the bills. He started by cutting grass for neighbours that Summer and it turned into a full time business, especially when he passed his test and his Dad bought him a decent secondhand van to carry all his implements in.

Vicky stopped and stared at the tall lady in front of him.

Although it was December and Spring was just around the corner, the weather was unnaturally cool for the time of year so Priyanka was wearing her tight black leather trousers, a cream blouse, her long black leather coat with tight black leather gloves and three inch heel black ankle boots.

'I ..er..yes, I'm Vicky. Er...what can I do for you?' he replied.

Priyanka noticed he hardly looked her in the eye but that he was focused on her coat, gloves and trousers.

'I'm Priyanka Chopra and I live...'

She never got to finish.

'Yes. Er...yes I know where you live Priyanka. What can I do for you?'

'I was wondering if you could pop down to my house tomorrow to have a look at my garden. I've not tackled it since I've been here and I doubt the previous owners did much to it in the last few years they had it.'

'Yes, I'm sure I can come as I don't work on Sundays. What time is best for you?'

'Shall we say eleven o'clock?'

Vicky nodded.

'Good. Eleven it it is then,' she said as she turned to walk away. 'Oh, be a good boy and don't be late!'

Vicky gulped and turned towards the shop not seeing the sinister smile on Priyanka's face.

On Sunday morning Priyanka was awake by half past seven. She laid in bed wondering how to find out if Vicky was genuinely submissive or if she'd read the signals wrong.

She showered, dried herself with a huge fluffy towel then applied her body lotion. She looked at her body in the full length mirror in her bedroom.

'Not too shabby,girl,' she told herself as she took in her breasts with their nipples, her stomach was still taut and her bottom, although larger than in her youth, was still round and hadn't become saggy.

She applied a light amount of make up and slipped on a cream satin bra that lifted her breasts up. Next she chose a broad black satin suspender belt with four straps on each leg that held up a pair of fully fashioned nylons with a seam running up the back. A pair a black silk panties were pulled up her legs and smoothed into place.

Over at her wardrobe she chose a tight cream satin blouse and a tight black leather skirt that came to just above her knees but accentuated the roundness of her bottom.

She chose a pair of black three inch heel court shoes to complete the ensemble.

At eleven o'clock there was a knock at her front door. Priyanka led Vicky around to the rear garden. She could feel his eyes boring into her behind.

She had a large walled garden that was mostly laid to lawn but with bushes down both sides and several fruit trees at the bottom that overlooked fields.

She led him down the vast expanse explaining what she wanted to have done, pointing out certain shrubs and trees that she thought needed to be tidied up. She would catch Vicky ogling her breasts as she did so.

Once they had finished she invited him into the kitchen for a coffee and to chat about what he thought could be done to improve the garden.

Vicky agreed with all Priyanka had said and made a few small additions as they sat facing each other in two kitchen chairs.

Every time Priyanka crossed and uncrossed her legs Vicky would squirm at the sound of the creaking leather and the rasping of her stockings.

'Would you care for some biscuits with your coffee Vikcy?

'Er...no th..thank you Priyanka.'

'What about a top up of your coffee then?'

Vicky was holding his coffee cup over the crotch of his jeans and Priyanka was hoping to see a start of an erection at least.

She crossed her legs again making sure her skirt had rode up so that her suspenders were on show.

'No thank you, I must be going.' said a now uncomfortable Vicky. ' I er...have to help my mother with Sunday lunch when she gets back from church,'

Priyanka stood up and walked over to him.

'Oh well, I'll take that cup from you and pop it on the side of the sink.'

Vicky panicked a little as he held out his cup but managed to leave his free arm over his burgeoning bulge.

'So when can you start then Vicky and how long will the job take?'

'Well as it's the start of the season I can probably start tomorrow if you like and I should have most of it done in a week then it will maybe take another three days to plant what you need and finish off.'

They agreed a price and Priyanka was happy.

'Excellent Vicky Don't worry about bringing sandwiches we'll eat in the kitchen together. See you in the morning then.'

She held out her hand for Vicky to shake and as he leaned forward to take it she glanced down and saw what she had hoped to see.

Priyanka held his hand a little longer that necessary.

'I'm sure we will have a lot of fun together.' she said looking him straight in the eye.

Vicky just gulped and said his goodbyes.

Fortunately his mother wasn't back from church when he got home so he rushed up to his bedroom and had an almighty wank.

On Monday morning Vicky wasn't quite sure what to expect when he arrived at Priyanka house at nine o'clock that morning.

She answered the back door in her tight trousers and her normally tight satin blouse but let him get on with his work. At lunchtime she called him in and they ate sandwiches prepared by Priyanka before he restarted clearing away the recently cut down branches.

Tuesday went the same way except this time she was wearing a knee length black leather pencil skirt. At lunchtime she asked Vicky about his love life. He told her he had a girlfriend but she had gone away to university the previous September and by Christmas she had moved on to another student a couple of years older than him.

When Priyanka looked out of her bedroom window on Wednesday morning she was delighted to see the sun was shining and the day was warming up nicely.

'Time to turn up the heat,' she thought to herself.

Priyanka had a long soak in the bath, shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic region before selecting what to wear.

Vicky had arrived and got straight down to work in the garden when Priyanka heard a knock at the front door. The postman handed her a parcel that was too big to fit through her letterbox.

She took it into the kitchen and opened it.

It was the stuff she had ordered on line and contained a pair of black leather opera gloves.

'Perfect timing,' she mused as she left them on the table and went back upstairs to get ready.

At lunchtime she called Vicky in to the kitchen for lunch. It was a warm day so he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He wasn't wearing socks with his trainers.

Vicky nearly fainted at what she was wearing. She had on her tiniest black leather skirt with bare legs. Her white v-neck t-shirt clung to her large breasts that were lifted high on her body by a tight bra giving Vicky a view of her cleavage.

They sat at the kitchen table side by side as they ate and talked about how the work was coming on.

Vicky couldn't take his eyes off her tiny leather skirt and her expanse of thigh.

Then he saw the leather gloves.

Priyanka noticed what he was looking at so she picked up the gloves and held them up for him to see.

'Do you like what I've treated myself to?' she asked.

Vicky took a bite of his sandwich and nodded his approval.

Priyanka slipped her left hand into the glove and smoothed it down her arm and wiggled her fingers so they fit snugly.

She did the same with her right hand.

'Don't you think they are very sexy Vicky?'

Vicky gulped and said yes he thought they were very nice.

'Just very nice Vicky? I thought you liked leather? You seem to appreciate it when I'm wearing mine.'

Vicky blushed and squirmed in his seat as his cock grew hard in his shorts.

Priyanka turned her chair to face him.

'Stand up Vicky '

Vicky nervously stood facing Priyanka with his hands folded in front of him, hiding his rampant cock that was starting to tent his shorts.

Priyanka stared him in the eye and slowly opened her legs, stretching her skirt and making it ride even higher up her thighs until he could see her tight black silk panties molded into her pussy lips.

She crooked her finger at him.

'Come here Vicky,'

Vicky just stood with his head down.

'I said come here now!'

He slowly made his way towards the older woman.

'Put your hands behind your back and stand between my thighs. Now!'

Vicky did as she ordered and closed his eyes in humiliation.

'Oh dear Vicky. You really are a naughty little boy,' she said as she took in the bulge in his shorts.

She reached up and ran the back of her leather gloved hand down his cheek and then down to his neck.

Her fingers trailed down his t-shirt and rubbed over his nipples causing him to shudder.

The palm of her hand moved down over his shorts until she felt his cock pressing against the material.

'Hmm, a very naughty boy indeed,' she said as she applied pressure to his erection causing Vicky's eyes to fly open as he let out a groan.

Priyanka used both hands to undo the button fastening on his shorts.

'..Priyanka,,,what...what are you doing?'

Suddenly his shorts were around his feet and his cock was now freely trying to burst out of his underwear.

He felt her fingers slide into the sides of his boxers then she slowly eased them down his thighs, his cock bouncing free.

'Oh God, no. Please Priyanka, you can't do this.'

Priyanka ignored him and reached for his hard cock.

He gasped as he felt her cool leather clad fingers close around his throbbing member.

'Well, who would have thought little Vicky would have such a big fat cock,' she announced as she started to stroke his eight inch prick.

'Do you like what my leather clad hands are doing to your cock Vicky?'

Priyanka ran her leather clad hands up and down his hard cock as his pre cum dripped out.

'Oh Vicky, you do have a lovely big purple head,' she said as she massaged it with her fingers.

Vicky could only groan as he felt his balls start to churn.

'Are you going to the pub tonight Vicky?'

Vicky could only nod.

'I'm meeting my friend Kangana in the pub tonight Vicky.' she told him as she wanked him quicker. 'I'll have to tell her what a wonderful cock you have and maybe she will want to play with it herself.'

Vicky groaned loud and hard as the first rope of cum splattered on the front of Priyanka's t-shirt. She kept on milking him.

'I must tell her how you came all over my breasts and my new leather opera gloves.'

Vicky was now humiliated beyond belief.

'Oh God, please Priyanka. Don't tell anyone. Please!'

'But Vicky you seem to have enjoyed me playing with your cock, just think how exciting it would be to have two mature women toying with you. Now you will be a good boy for me and my friend won't you?' she said as she squeezed his cock.

'Ye...yes Priyanka.'

'And you'll do everything we tell you to do?' by now she had one hand gently squeezing his balls.

'Oh God yes. Please. I will.'

'Good boy,'

She made sure she had milked him completely before reaching down for her napkin to clean up his cock.

'Finish your lunch then you can go back to work. I'm going to get cleaned up and changed.' she told him as she went upstairs to her bathroom.

That night Priyanka and Kangana were at their normal table sharing a wine bottle. Priyanka had just told her friend what had happened at lunchtime when in walked a very sheepish Vicky.

Priyanka smiled at him and received a weak smile back. He glanced at Kangana who just stared at him with a knowing smirk on her face.

It was a nervous Vicky who turned up for work the next day but he got on with the job in hand and tried to keep out of Priyanka's way.

That worked fine until lunchtime when he was called into the kitchen.

He was greeted by Priyanka in her tight black leather trousers but instead of a satin blouse this time she was wearing a black short sleeved latex blouse.

'Oh fuck!' thought Vicky

'Right Vicky I would like you to remove all your clothing.'

 

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Vicky froze.

'Did you hear me. Either do it or get out!'

The thought of another handjob got the better of Vicky's judgement so in seconds he was naked.

Priyanka took hold of him by his hardening cock and led him into her sitting room.

'Oh look Vicky, Kangana is here to see you.'

'Hello Vicky.' purred Kangana who was sitting on the left side of a three seat sofa. She was wearing a short sun dress in yellow with matching heels.

'Say hello to Kangana Vicky,' scolded Priyanka.

'He...hello ..Kangana,' uttered Vicky He thought his cock had got even harder.

He could hardly get his breath as he was so embarrassed about standing naked with two fully clothed mature women in the room staring at him

'Come and sit down next to me!'

He blushed a bright shade of pink and

settled down in the middle of the sofa followed by Priyanka so he was sitting in the middle of the two mature women.

He then noticed Priyanka leather opera gloves on a nearby coffee table.

'Kangana has kindly volunteered to help me milk you today. Isn't that kind of her Vicky?'

Vicky gargled out a reply but it came out as a grunt.

'Kangana be a dear and hand me the left hand glove will you?'

Priyanka took the heft hand glove and pulled it on. Kangana did the same with the right one.

The two ladies used their gloved hands to stroke Vicky's chest and tease his nipples. Kangana leaned in and took one of his hardening nipples into her mouth and gently sucked it. Vicky couldn't believe what was happening to him.

'Do you like MILF Vicky?' asked Kangana as she sat back up.

'Er...yea..yes. I suppose.'

'You only suppose?' asked Priyanka as she took his right nipple and squeezed it hard.

'Oh fuck!' cried Vicky

'I think you like a little pain Vicky. Especially when it's administered by a woman.' commented Kangana.

'Oh I think he does Kangana. You should feel how hard his cock is!' said Priyanka as she used the leather clad fingers to grab his throbbing cock.

Kangana watched as Priyanka stroked the boys erection then she turned Vicky's head towards her before leaning in to gently kiss him on the mouth, letting her tongue slide seductively into his own causing him to moan.

'Here Kangana, you can finish him off!' stated Priyanka as she squeezed Vicky's cock.

Kangana took him in her leather gloved right hand and started to wank him slowly.

'Do you think you are going to like being our little young sex toy Vicky?'

Vicky gasped as Priyanka went back to pinching his nipple.

'Oh shit!' cried Vicky as his balls again started to churn.

Kangana increased her wanking.

Priyanka knew he was about to spurt when he arched his back so she grabbed his head and forcibly pushed it onto the back of the sofa and kissed him hard sliding her tongue into his mouth. He moaned long and hard as he sucked the older woman's tongue while his cum was being forced out of him by her friend.

After letting him rest for a minute Priyanka told him to go into the kitchen to wash and dress then she would come in to give him his lunch.

Kangana left by the front door after promising Priyanka she would ring her that evening as Vicky got himself ready.

Vicky and Priyanka sat at the kitchen table while they ate their sandwiches and drank their tea.

'You're doing very well Vicky but tomorrow you will have something extra to learn.'

Vicky laid in bed that night wondering what was in store for him next at the hands of the two older women.

The next morning he woke up with an erection.

He arrived at Priyanka's house and started work immediately. It was going to be another warm day.

At noon she leaned out of her kitchen window to shout for Vicky to come into the the house.

With trepidation Vicky walked into the kitchen and his cock stirred. Priyanka was wearing her short skirt again but this time with a white silk blouse that wasn't tucked in. He could also see she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples stuck out and pressed against the shiny material.

'Are you hungry Vicky?'

Vicky replied that he was.

'Oh good, then come with me into the sitting room.'

When they reached her sitting room she sat down in the middle of the sofa.

'Be a good boy and kneel down in front of me would you?'

Vicky knew better than to refuse so he knelt down.

'Have you ever eaten a mature woman's pussy before Vicky?'

Vicky was embarrassed and shook his head. 'No but I did it once or twice with my girlfriend'

'Well it's time you learned how to do it properly. Maybe she wouldn't have left you if you had been good at it but don't worry you'll soon be very good.'

Priyanka sneered as she lifted her bottom up and raised her leather skirt to show him she wasn't wearing any panties.

'Now come here young man and get your mouth on my pussy!' she said as she dragged his head towards her open thighs.

'Kiss the insides of my thighs then onto my pussy lips. Not too quickly. Take your time.'

Vicky did as he was told, being eager to learn.

'Now kiss my pussy lips and with the flat of your tongue lick between them.'

Vicky was surprised he enjoyed the taste of the woman's cunt.

'Now, with your tongue try to locate my clitoris, it's at the top of the inside of my lips. It's a hard nub that you need to lick softly at first.'

'Good boy, that's it. Now faster. Stick your tongue into me as well.'

Vicky thought he was doing a good job by the moans and groans coming from Priyanka. When she ground his face hard onto her pussy and squealed he knew he'd made her orgasm.

'Oh Vicky, you're going to have a lot more practice at that. Now why don't we swop places?'

While Vicky sat on the sofa Priyanka undid his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock. She leaned forward and started to lick the head of his cock while she slowly masturbated him.

'You do have a lovely cock Vicky.'

'Th..thank you,' he said between moans.

More of his tool disappeared into her mouth as she was now giving him a sloppy blow job as well as wanking him.

'Oh fuck! M..Priyanka...I'...I'm going to...you'd better stop!'

Priyanka had no intention of stopping and as Vicky tensed she wrapped her lips tight around the head which throbbed then spewed out rope after rope of cum while Priyanka swallowed every single drop.

She kept on lightly sucking him until she was sure he was fully drained but was surprised he was still hard. She started to lick the length of his cock even down to his balls where she gently sucked on them before again licking the length then taking him back into her mouth.

When she was certain he was fully hard she sat back.

'Vicky, you really are a naughty boy.' she said before she pushed him over onto his back on the sofa.

Taking hold of his cock with her right hand and stroking him she used her left hand to undo the buttons on her blouse.

Vicky was mesmerized but was getting increasingly turned on.

'I need you to do something for me Vicky,' she said as the first three buttons were undone showing off her considerable amount of cleavage.

'I will be away all day tomorrow and I won't be back until late afternoon so I want you to go along to Kangana house at eleven o'clock in the morning. Is that clear?'

By then the remaining buttons were undone and her huge breasts were exposed.

'Oh my, Priyanka, yes. Anything. Oh fuck!'

Priyanka increased the speed of her wanking and moved closer to Vicky's head so she could feed him one of her nipples.

Vicky moaned as he sucked on her large erect teat.

She could feel Vicky was about to cum so she shoved his head flat down on the sofa as her lips pounced on his and she kissed him hard, still wanking his cock.

When she pushed her tongue into his mouth he erupted all over her hand and her silk sleeve.

Vicky lay panting as she stood and told him she was going to wash her hands and change into a t-shirt.

'Go back to the kitchen. There's a sandwich and a can of cola in the fridge for you. I'll be along soon'

Saturday morning he made his way over to Kangana home arriving at exactly eleven o'clock.

'Ah, do come in.'

Vicky looked at Kangana Ranaut and he couldn't believe his eyes. She walked up to him and slipped her hands around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

'Oh I do hope you don't have to rush off darling, I've got a full afternoon plKareenad for us.'

This time when she kissed him it was with a lot more passion. Vicky kissed her back, equally as passionately.

'Follow me,' she said as she led him through to the sitting room then up the stairs to her bedroom.

Once inside she ordered Vicky to remove his clothes. Vicky was too nervous to argue so slowly he stripped off his clothes.

He stood in front of the older woman with his hands clasped over his growing tool.

Kangana smiled at him then slowly undid the silk belt that was holding her dress together.

As she shrugged it from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor Vicky gasped as to what she had on underneath it.

She was wearing a white satin push up bra that brought her C cup breasts high onto her chest, a white satin suspender belt that held up white silk stockings.

Vicky noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and her perfectly manicured blonde pussy was there for him to see.

She climbed onto the bed and laid with her legs apart.

'Come along Vicky, show me what Priyanka taught you to do yesterday.'

Vicky gingerly climbed onto the bed and placed his mouth on Kangana pussy. He was pleasantly surprised to find her lips shaven and free of pubic hair.

For the next quarter of an hour he licked, slurped and nipped his way to tease her and finally brought to a sensational orgasm.

'Oh my Vicky, you a quick learner and you are going to be very good with a little more practice. Now come up here and lay down where I was,' Kangana said as she climbed off the bed.

Vicky laid on his back then Kangana crawled on and knelt beside him, smiling to herself as she saw that he was trying hard to cover his rock hard cock.

She reached behind and undid her bra, letting her her breasts fall free.

'I'm afraid they are not as big as Priyanka's but my nipples do stick out quite a long way.'

To Vicky's surprise she laid down on top of him but he never took his hands from his crotch.

She leaned in and kissed him sensuously on his mouth.

'Please hold me,' she pleaded as she went back to kiss him.

This time one of his hands went to the middle of her back and the other rested on one of her taut bum cheeks.

Kangana squirmed and rubbed her crotch over his cock causing him to groan.

They kissed long and hard, by now her wet pussy was trailing up and down his hard cock.

She thrust her hand between their bodies, took hold of his erection and rubbed it over the entrance to her cunt.

Suddenly she sat back up and gently impaled herself. Vicky was taken aback but could only moan as her tight pussy walls gripped his cock.

She slowly eased her way down his cock until she had all of him inside her.

Kangana started to rise and fall on him.

'I'm going to ride you now Vicky. I'm going to fuck you!'

That was all it took.

'Oh fuck. No, no! Aarrgghh.' Vicky cried as his cock burst and he came hard inside her.

'I'm sorry Mrs..Kangana. I couldn't help it. I'm really sorry,' exclaimed an embarrassed Vicky

Kangana climbed off him and knelt beside him again before kissing him gently on his cheek.

'Oh don't worry Vicky. It happens. I take it as a complement,' she smiled.

She took hold of his cock and found it hadn't gone too soft so she began to stroke it. With her other hand she fondled his balls until she could feel it stirring so she took him in her mouth and sucked him until he was once again rock hard.

'That's better Vicky. Swap places and you can fuck me this time. I'm sure you'll last a lot longer.'

This time Vicky indeed last a lot longer as he eased himself inside of her.

 

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'Oh Vicky, please be gentle. It's been a long time since I've been fucked like this.'

She wrapped her shapely silk clad thighs around his back as she pulled his face down to hers.

'Fuck me Vicky. Make me cum

Vicky took his time as he began to slide in and out of her slowly before speeding up and giving Kangana two strong orgasms before she asked him to fuck her doggy style.

Vicky looked at the woman arse framed by her suspender belt and stockings.

He took hold of his cock and again gently eased it into her slippery pussy before slowly pumping in and out of her. Soon he was fucking her faster and harder.

'Oh yes Vicky. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh God, I'm going to cum. Fuck Vicky give it to me!'

This time they both came together before collapsing on the bed.

That night as Vicky was relaxing in bed he thought how good it would be to have a day off from his mature tormentors.

Suddenly his phone pinged and a message from Priyanka appeared ordering him to be at her house at eleven o'clock the following morning.

He sighed in frustration but realised his cock was hard and throbbing.

After a restless night he woke up and was apprehensive about going over to see Priyanka on his day off although he was also highly excited.

Just as he knocked on her kitchen door his phone pinged with an incoming message.

'Come in. The door's not locked. Close it and lock it before you remove all your clothes. Then come through to the stairs and I'll meet you on the landing.'

'Oh fuck,' thought Vicky 'What has she got plKareenad.'

He started to climb the stairs naked and at the top he was stopped in his track by the sight of Priyanka.

She stood with her hands on her hips before him wearing a black leather corset that came up to under her heaving naked breasts, six leather suspenders on each thigh were attached to the corset and held up black silk stockings. On her feet she wore black five inch heel shoes but it was the fact that her pussy was bald that made him gasp.

'Come along boy.' she said as she made her way to her bedroom.

Once inside she gazed at his rock hard cock.

'Do you like the fact I've had my pussy waxed for you? I had it done yesterday when I spent the day in Gloucester. I managed to buy a few more things that I will enjoy using on you for the rest of the week.'

Vicky groaned inwardly but his cock grew harder.

Priyanka climbed onto the bed and opened her legs wide.

'Come on Vicky. You know what to do!'

Twenty minutes later and with an aching jaw he brought her to a shattering climax.

'Oh good boy Vicky. Come up here.'

He was placed on his back as Priyanka laid on her side beside him. She started to stroke his highly sensitive cock.

Vicky began to pant so Priyanka stuck her naked breast into his face and ordered him to suck her nipple.

She began to wank him harder.

'Cum for me Vicky. I don't want you going off too quickly when we fuck like you did with Kangana.'

The humiliation and the masturbation was the trigger to him spurting his cum high into the air and down onto his body.

'That's it. Well done. Let's give you a little time for you to recover,' she said as she half laid on top of him making sure his face was pressed into her leather corset as she stroked his cock.

It wasn't long before he was supporting a solid erection.

'It's my turn to fuck you now Vicky so give me lots of orgasms and you'll be rewarded.'

Priyanka straddled the young man and quickly slid down his hard pole.

Vicky looked at the Priyanka on top of him dressed in a leather corset with her breasts heaving and he groaned.

Priyanka rode him to two orgasms before changing positions with him and ordering him to fuck her in the missionary position.

Vicky slid into her as she wrapped her silk stocking clad legs around him pulling him tighter into her.

'Faster Vicky. Harder Vicky,' she chanted as she stuck her heels into his arse to urge him on.

Vicky had counted that Priyanka had another two orgasms before he knew he was going to cum himself.

'M..M..Priyanka. I..I'm nearly there!'

'Just hold on a minute Vicky. I'm close!'

'Oh God Yes!' Priyanka cried and Vicky grunted and they came within seconds of each other.

They were both laying side by side getting their breath back in a post coital haze when Priyanka turned and gently kissed him on the lips.

'Vicky I'm so glad I found you, So is Kangana. I thought I saw something in your eyes the first time I saw you. I knew what you needed but in three days time you will have finished working on the garden so we will carry on with your domination at the hands of myself and Kangana until then. At the end of the week you will have to decide if you wish to see us like this and build visits around your work schedule or break free and concentrate on your work and girls your own age. We'll talk about it on Friday OK?'

That night Vicky was in a quandary.

The next morning was filled with Vicky planting the bulbs he'd brought for the garden although his mind wasn't on it as he kept looking at his watch and wondering what Priyanka had in store for him at lunchtime.

When he was called in for lunch he apprehensively made his way into the kitchen.

This time Priyanka was wearing her tight leather trousers with her shiny black latex blouse. He could tell by the sway of her breasts that she wasn't wearing a bra.

'Let's go upstairs shall we Vicky?'

Vicky just nodded then followed the older woman up to her bedroom as he watched her leather clad bottom swaying in front of him going up the stairs. The four inch heels she was wearing meant she took the steps slowly.

'Come in Vicky and strip!'

Once he was naked he was ordered to lie on the bed on his back where his wrists and ankles were secured by four silk scarves. Vicky lay quietly in anticipation.

Priyanka sat on his left hand side facing him as she stroked his cock to full hardness. She then took a bottle of lube from the night stand and squirted a large amount all down his cock. He moaned as the cool gel coated his hard prick.

Priyanka started to slowly stroke him. After ten minutes having listened to his moans she concentrated on the crown of his cock.

'M..Priyanka, what are you doing?'

'It's called edging Vicky. I can keep doing this for as long as I want and you won't be able to cum. Unless I let you!'

She teased him for another ten minutes letting her hand rub up and down and over the plum head of his cock.

'Please Priyanka. Please let me cum. Please.'

'Oh do be patient Vicky. Look at my hard nipples pushing out my tight shiny blouse. I'm enjoying myself.'

Vicky had noticed them which made his discomfort even worse.

Priyanka changed hands as she used her right hand to squirt more gel on his cock. She kept masterbating him with her left hand then changed back to her right however her left hand now trailed over his arse until she found his puckered hole which she stroked with her middle finger.

'Oh please Priyanka, I really need to cum.'

'Do you Vicky? Shall I wank you harder to allow you to shoot your load? You must have a lot stored in there by now.'

'Oh yes please Priyanka. Please. I beg you please let me cum.'

'Oh well I suppose you must!' she said as her right hand flew up and down his cock while the middle finger of her left hand fully penetrated his virgin arse.

With a shriek he came very hard.

'Oh fuck. Oh my. What have you...shit!'

Rope after rope of cum flew out of his spurting tool as Priyanka continued to milk him while still fucking his arse with her finger until there was nothing left to come out.

'Right Vicky, I'll just go and wash my hands then I'll untie you and we can have lunch.' she told him as a matter of fact.

Vicky was drained but totally satisfied.

Vicky had decided it was all too much for him so he was going to tell Priyanka that he wasn't going to be part of her and Kangana sex games any longer.

Tuesday morning went well in the garden, the planting was finished and the shrubs and trees were all cut back. Tomorrow was to be his last day and he thought he would be finished by lunchtime as he only had to mow the lawn again and tidy up any fallen branches.

Priyanka called him in as usual and he wondered what she had plKareenad for him.

He was surprised to see her dressed normally in a cotton Summer dress.

His heart sank when she told him to strip.

'Good boy!' she said when he was naked. 'Pop up to my bedroom and I'll be along in a minute or two.'

Vicky climbed the stairs and walked straight into the bedroom and gasped.

Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed was Kangana Ranaut. Vicky had never seen her dressed like she was. She had on one of Priyanka tight leather mini skirts, black hold up stockings, the black leather opera gloves and ridiculously high heel shoes. She was naked from the waist up and she wore bright red lipstick.

'Hello darling. Do you think leather suits me? By the look of your cock I think it must do! Why don't you join me on the bed?'

As she said that she slid into the middle of the bed and laid down, opening her legs.

'Be a good boy and eat me to orgasm will you?'

Vicky dipped his head between Kangana's thighs and began to lick her pussy.

'Oh Vicky, you really are being a good boy for me. That's it, just there! Oh yes. Now my clit! Oh shit I'm close. Oh fuck Vicky yes!' she cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

'Quick Vicky, come and fuck me!'

Vicky slid his rampant cock into her juicy wet pussy as he slowly fucked her.

Suddenly Kangana wrapped her stocking clad legs around his and pulled them apart.

Vicky felt it a little difficult to really pound but continued to fuck her with a decent rhythm.

'Aarrgghh' cried Vicky as he felt something strike his bare arse. He looked around to see Priyanka standing over him with a black leather flogger in her hand. She was wearing a below the knee tight black leather pencil skirt with stockings and black high heel ankle boots. On her top she had on a cream satin blouse done up to her neck.

'Do you like what else I bought at the weekend Vicky?'

She brought the flogger down on his unprotected bottom time and time again.

'Oh, keep striking him Priyanka, I'm sure his cock just got harder and every time his thrusts are so much deeper. I've already had two orgasms with him fucking me.'

Vicky really wanted to cum himself but he found that having his bottom flogged was putting him off even if it was exciting him.

'Oh shit Priyanka. Make him cum. I can't handle any more.' said Kangana as another orgasm coursed through her.

Priyanka put down the flogger and picked up a much smaller one then brought it down on his balls.

'Oh fuck!' cried Vicky The tendrils bit into his ball sac which sent a pleasurable pain to his brain and then back to his cock.

Priyanka continued to hit his balls until Vicky cried out in ecstasy.

'Oh shit. Cumming. Aaarrrggghh!' he wailed as his seed flooded into Kangana's tight sleeve and she came again.

Priyanka picked up the floggers and left the room.

'This is crazy.' Vicky told Kangana.

'It is, but tell me you don't like it.'

Vicky stayed quiet.

Wednesday was Vicky's last day working on Priyanka garden. He thought he would be finished just after lunch.

As usual at midday Priyanka called him in for lunch.

Vicky thought she wasn't overtly dressed up although she was in her traditional knee length leather skirt and a beige wool jumper.

'Shall we go into the sitting room before we have lunch?'

Vicky didn't argue and just followed her through.

He waited to see what Priyanka had in store for him but she just turned towards him on the sofa and stared into his eyes.

After a minute or so she spoke.

'Well , I must say I have really enjoyed the last week or so and I know Kangana has too. You have to decide if you want to continue our little games.'

She paused and waited for Vicky to react.

'If er..if I said I wanted to carry on what exactly would it entail?' he asked nervously.

'Well I think you may have some idea young man. As you may have figured, Kangana is the nice one whereas I have been a lot more dominant. If you were to continue then you would service Kangana on a regular basis as I know she loves your young hard cock and she even hinted to me that she would like to try anal sex. I would use and abuse you for my pleasure although I'm sure you would enjoy what I would do to you. You seem to have so far.'

Vicky went into a reflective mood.

'We don't need to know today as I'll ring you on Friday for your answer but the offer applies to both of us so it's either both or none. Do you understand?

Vicky confirmed he understood and agreed they would speak on Friday. He wondered if Priyanka would make a move on him so he was a tad disappointed when she stood up and said it was time for lunch.

He finished his lunch then attended to the rest of the jobs.

He knocked on the kitchen door to tell Priyanka that he'd finished and that he was leaving.

As he was about to go she stopped him and gave him an envelope. He opened it and saw a bundle of notes.

'What's this?' he asked.

'Oh just a little something for you from Kangana and myself. I **censored** your bill by bank transfer as you asked so this is a little thank you.'

 

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Vicky showed his appreciation and was about to close the door behind him when she said 'Oh by the way, I've kept some cash back to order a strap-on if you agree!'

When he left she giggled at the expression on his face.

Vicky spent all that night and all of Thursday thinking about the two older ladies and by Friday he thought he'd made his mind up.

He was sitting in his van having his lunch when his phone rang. He could see it was Priyanka number. 'Be brave.' he thought.

'He..hello?' he answered nervously. He thought 'be brave!'

'Hello Vicky,' Priyanka purred down the line. 'Are you ready to be mine and Kangana slut?'

'Slut?' he thought. 'Oh fuck!'

In almost a whisper he replied, 'Ye..yes please!'

'Do you mind awfully if I have Vicky tomorrow night?' Kangana asked her friend Priyanka while they sat drinking wine in the pub as they usually did on a Wednesday evening.

'Well actually,' replied Priyanka, 'I did have plans for him but maybe you could help me.'

'Really?' Kangana said. 'In what way?'

Priyanka leaned closer to her friend and told her the plans she had for the unsuspecting young boy.

'Oh my goodness!' exclaimed Kangana.

At four o'clock the following afternoon Vicky was greeted by Priyanka wearing a long black silk robe. He could see she was wearing stockings and her shiny black ankle boots.

'Please undress and leave your clothes on one of the kitchen chairs.'

When Vicky was naked she took him by the hand and led him into the sitting room where perched at the end of the sofa was Kangana dressed in a black silk quarter cup bra, a black silk suspender belt attached to black silk stockings along with Priyanka's long black leather opera gloves. She wore a tiny black silk thong that barely covered her pussy and shiny black heels. Her blonde hair was teased and she wore a little make up and red lip gloss.

Vicky was surprised that he wasn't asked to sit next to Kangana but that he was taken to the side next to her and told to bend over the arm of the sofa.

'Hello , fancy seeing you here.' she giggled and reached out to take hold of his hardening cock. She slowly started to stroke it.

Kangana looked behind Vicky to see her friend had shed her robe and was standing in her shiny black leather corset and stockings attaching her newly purchased shiny black six inch strap-on around her waist.

Vicky was moaning as Kangana hand slowly wanked him. He had heard sounds but had no idea what Priyanka was doing.

When Priyanka started to pour gel over the fake cock and rub it in Kangana put her left hand around Vicky's neck and her other hand left his cock and she grabbed hold of his balls.

Vicky gasped as he felt cool gel being spread over his little hole then forced inside him by Priyanka fingers.

'Wha...what's happening?' he gasped.

'Oh don't worry Vicky Priyanka is only going to fuck you with her new shiny black strap-on.'

Vicky tried to pull away but Kangana tightened her arm around his neck and her grip on his balls.

'Just relax Vicky I'm sure you'll love it.' she said as Priyanka eased the tip of the six inch tool between his cheeks and onto his sphincter.

'Don't worry Vicky, you're in good hands,' Priyanka said as she grasped him by the hips to hold him steady.

'Oh God. Oh fuck!' Vicky cried as the older woman forced the head of the cock into his hole. Priyanka raised her right arm and spanked him hard on his lily white arse.

'Aaarrrggghh!' he cried but the distraction caused him to relax sufficiently to let the head of her cock enter him.

Priyanka rested so he could get used to it and then pushed a couple of inches into him.

'Shit it hurts. Oh fuck it burns!'

'Deep breaths,' said Kangana as she slowly stroked his cock aware that copious amounts of pre cum was making the palm of her leather glove quite slimy.

Priyanka pushed slowly until she was fully embedded in him before she again rested.

'Good boy Vicky, said Priyanka. 'Now I'm going to fuck that cute little arse of yours!'

She slid the cock in and out of him slowly at first then when she heard his groans of pain turn to moans of pleasure she started to fuck him faster and harder.

'Oh Kangana, you should see his cute little bum accepting my cock. I think he's starting to enjoy it.'

Kangana continued to wank him.

'Oh so you do like Priyanka fucking your arse do you? Are you going to cum Vicky? Are you going to come on my pussy or maybe my stockings?'

Vicky opened his eyes to see Kangana near naked body right in front of him.

'Oh God. Fuck. I..I'm going to...oh fuck yes!' he screamed as his spunk flew out of his pulsating cock and soaked Kangana's crotch.

Priyanka slowly pulled out of him and hauled him up from over the arm of the sofa before leading him around the front, plopping him down beside Kangana. She then disappeared upstairs to clean her new toy.

'Well, did you enjoy that. Your still hard cock looks like you did?

Vicky groaned as Kangana leaned over him and took the head of his cock between her glossy red lips.

After a few minutes of sucking Kangana reckoned he was hard enough so she stood up in front of him.

'Look at the mess you have made of my knickers!' she said slipping them off and bundling them up in a ball before tossing them on the floor.

Vicky sat slack jawed as she slowly moved towards him before straddling his thighs.

'No please Kangana, please don't. I don't think I can.'

Kangana took no notice of his pleas so she sank her dripping wet pussy onto his cock then pushed herself down until she was fully sheaved.

'Now he, don't be like that. You do want me to cum don't you?' she asked as she began to ride him.

Vicky's cock was so tender that he began to moan at once. It didn't take Kangana long to reach her first orgasm but she kept on fucking him.

'That was so sexy , watching Priyanka fuck you. Maybe nest time we can change places and you can watch me get fucked by the strap on while I lean over and suck your cock!'

Kangana could feel Vicky's cock started to expand so she fucked him harder, her second orgasm seconds away.

The thought of watching Priyanka fuck Kangana sent Vicky over the top and they both came together as he blasted him cum into the older woman's pussy.

After a minute Kangana stood up then picked up her cum soaked panties which she stuffed in her hand bag and grabbed her dress.

'I'm just popping to the downstairs bathroom to get rid of your cum then I'll clean myself up and get dressed. Stay where you are.'

Vicky just sat, taking in what had happened to him.

He heard the front door bang shut then the click clack of heels descending the stairs.

Priyanka stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and legs slightly apart. Vicky looked up at the statuesque older women in her shiny black leather corset, her shiny black silk stockings and her ankle boots and waited to see what she would say.

'You look like Kangana has drained you of all your semen young man. It seems no use ordering you to fuck me so why don't you kneel between my legs and pleasure me with your talented tongue?'

Vicky knew it was useless to argue so he crawled off the sofa and knelt before her.

Priyanka took hold of the back of his head before she pulled his face between her thighs and onto her pussy. Vicky licked and sucked on her twat until the older woman groaned then pulled his face tightly into her, flooding his face with her juices.

He sat back and they were both surprised to see he was once again rock hard.

'Well!' said Priyanka. 'It looks like I'll get my fuck after all.'

She stepped past him and sat on the middle cushion of the sofa and opened her legs wide.

Time started to complain but a withering look from Priyanka shut him up so he positioned himself between her thighs and pushed his hard eight inch cock all the way into her.

Priyanka already had two orgasms when she felt Vicky was on the edge of cumming. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him hard slipping her tongue into his mouth.

'Cum for me Vicky. Be a good boy and cum for me,' she ordered before thrusting her tongue back in. She reached down and ran her finger over his sphincter.

That was all it took. With a groan he sucked hard on the older woman's tongue as he emptied what was left of his cum into her grasping pussy.

'You'd better have a shower before you go.'

When Vicky emerged clean and dressed he found Priyanka sitting by her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee. Vicky refused her offer of one and just before he closed the door he stopped.

'Er...when...?

'We'll be in touch!'

Priyanka noticed his crestfallen face then added 'soon'.

On Sunday he was summoned to Kangana's house in the afternoon where they spent all day in bed fucking in several different positions.

He was away for the rest of the week working in a different village.

That Friday Kangana was at Priyanka's house for coffee.

'I have a date tomorrow!' she told her friend.

'A date. Who with?' questioned Priyanka.

'His name is Mike and he's a friend of a friend of mine on Facebook.'' Kangana replied.

'How did you get on Facebook?' asked a bewildered Priyanka.

'Vicky set it up for me.'

'Vicky did?'

'Yes Vicky We don't spend all the time screwing you know!'

Priyanka was starting to get impatient.

'So go on, tell me how he came to ask you out on a date.'

'He sent me a friend request and we started messaging each other. I mentioned last week that my laptop was playing up and he told me he worked in IT and would I like him to have a look at it. He only lives near by barely twenty minutes away. Anyhow he came over last night and after he'd fixed my laptop he asked me out.'

'So what's he like, this Mike?' queried Priyanka.

'Well, he's fifty five, slim with a nice smile. He's good looking, exemplary mKareenars and single, well divorced with a thirty year old daughter . His ex-wife has remarried and moved away so no loose ends there.'

'Where will he take you?'

'He said he knows a lovely little gastropub not too far from here so he'll pick me up at seven.'

'You'll have to let me know how you get on.' insisted Priyanka.

The following Wednesday in the pub the first question Priyanka had for Kangana was, 'Well, how did your date go?'

'Oh Priyanka, it was wonderful. We had so much in common.'

'Are you going to see him again?'

'Actually he came over for dinner last night and he stayed for breakfast,' giggled Kangana with a smile in her eyes.

'Oh you hussy!' laughed Priyanka.

'I think it could be serious Priyanka. He's texted me three time today to thank me for last night.'

'So what are you going to do with our arrangement with Vicky?' she whispered to Kangana.

Just then Vicky and four of his mates walked into the pub and took their usual place at the bar.

'Oh he's a little darling. He messaged me because I haven't been in touch so I rang him today to tell him about Mike and to tell him I couldn't see him for the foreseeable future and he said he understood. So you have him all to yourself.'

Out of the corner of Priyanka's eye she saw Aditi Roberts, her next door neighbour, walk into the pub and head their way.

Aditi was a 35 year old school teacher at one of the local schools. She was five six tall in her stocking feet but today she strode into the pub in her three inch heels. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a cream silk blouse. All the boys at the bar turned to stare at her. She was model slim with hair to her shoulders which showed off her attractive face.

'Evening boys!' she said as she walked past them.

'Evening Miss!' the all chorused. Aditi had taught them all at some time or other.

'I thought I would find you two in here. Wait until I get a drink!'

Aditi joined Kangana and Priyanka with a bottle of wine and a fresh glass.

'You must be thirsty.' quipped Kangana.

'We can share it.' said Aditi as she took a large gulp of her wine.

'Looks like you needed that.' said Priyanka as she sipped her wine.

'Oh I do. I'm so fed up of spending my nights alone while Nick is traipsing all over the globe working!' she said. 'Plus,' she divulged. I'm sure he's shagging around.'

Nick was Aditi's husband who worked in international sales. He was tall, good looking with a dazzling white smile. He was seven years older than Aditi and earned an impressive salary and bonuses.

'Surely not!' said Kangana. 'How could he, you are just so damned beautiful.'

'I'm sure he is. Yesterday before he left on another jaunt the window cleaner came to collect his money. I knew I didn't have any cash as I hadn't been to the bank then I saw his wallet on the kitchen table. I opened it to take out money to pay the man and as I was withdrawing the money I saw a piece of foil sticking out of his credit card pocket. When I pulled it out I saw it was a condom and as you both know I can't have children so there only is one explanation.'

'Oh dear,' gasped Kangana.

'You need to find a man to take care of your needs when he's away.'smiled Priyanka.

'Oh yeah, who's going to go for a flat chested, middle aged school teacher?' she asked.

'You are not flat chested!' exclaimed Kangana.

'Oh I am.' Aditi replied. 'Look at you two. C cup Kangana? And you must be DD Priyanka. How can I pull a man with my B's?'

'Let me show you.' said Priyanka. 'Vicky? Vicky could you pop here a second please?'

Vicky walked apprehensively to where the three older ladies were sitting.

'Thank you Vicky Now as a man, or at least the nearest we have in here tonight, would you say that Aditi is attractive?'

Vicky was a bit startled with the question and looked down at where Aditi was seated.

'Er..ye..yeah. Hello Miss. All the boys in school thought you were gorgeous. I mean, they still do, Miss.'

'Thank you Vicky That will be all.' said Priyanka dismissing him. 'See if a nineteen year old thinks you're gorgeous then let me tell you that you are!'

Aditi laughed and said that had cheered her up as she refilled their glasses.

'When's Nick back?' asked Priyanka.

'Not until Sunday,' replied Aditi.

'Well, why don't you pop over on Saturday night and I'll cook us some supper.'

'It's a deal! Said Aditi. 'I'll bring a bottle of wine. No, wait. I'll bring two bottles,' she laughed.

'Oh my goodness!' exclaimed Aditi as she walked into Priyanka's kitchen on Saturday night. 'That smells delicious.'