Breeding Time

Charlene April Jennings

Height: 5'6" Weight: 138 Hair: Blond Eyes: Green

Bust: 35 / 37 Waist: 31 Hips: 36 Pubes: Shaven

Age: 34 Married Kids: 0 Partner: Warren

Bra: 36-B Size: 7 Top: L TRAINEE

Chapter 1

As you may know, I'm a captain for a major airline, based out of Atlanta. Usually, I fly the A320 series aircraft (Airbus 319, 320, and 321). They're the same aircraft, only a shortened and a stretched version of the fuselage that adds a few rows of seats. Performance-wise, they're the same. Same engines. Same avionics. They even look the same. I'm also type-rated for the smaller E-Jets (up to 86 seats) and the much larger 777. No major airline flies the E-Jets; those are strictly for the smaller regional airlines, and my rating is a holdover from those days, so it's not current. My 777 rating is a holdover from the days when I flew cargo instead of passengers; however, my airline has a shortage of captains qualified for the wide body, so I get a route in one from time to time, usually as a fill-in. I get plenty of time to stay current in them, which is what really matters. It's a very marketable skill should I ever wish to switch airlines again.

I have two live-in house pets, Caleb and Pepper. I've had Caleb the longest, since my days in Houston flying cargo. He was my dildo there, and then followed me to Atlanta when I switched to flying a far more troublesome cargo -- passengers. He's a corrections officer, and that's a field where jobs are plentiful and easy to come by. Everywhere. In less than a week, he was working at the Fulton County Jail on Rice Street (an area of town I prefer to avoid).

Caleb is 26, 5'10", and 200 pounds, which gives him a rather muscular build. It serves him well in his job. It looks awesome on him, too. So does his well-above-average-sized cock, which makes him perfect for a dildo. It's also the only cock I make use of on anything close to a regular basis. I'd never let another bitch touch me like that.

Pepper is a little older than Caleb at 29. She's a professional chef at a restaurant downtown that's fancy enough no one eats there more than occasionally. No one can afford it. I met her shortly after I came to Atlanta. At 5'3" and a mere 130 pounds, she's a fairly petite woman. Her personality is about the polar opposite of Caleb's, too. Outwardly, the two do not get along, despite my forcing them to share a bed and often putting them together to amuse me with a show. I make them act like any married couple would, giving them little choice but obediently swallowing their conflicting everything. If I were to turn Pepper loose in a club and tell her to find someone to give her an orgasm, she'd go after the ladies, not the men. She'd only pick a man if she couldn't find a woman or if the guy made it way too easy for her. I know it, and so does Caleb. Lauren does, too. I just don't care, and Pepper is far too submissive and devoted to me to dare object to playing wife to Caleb because I told her to.

I have five permanent bitches in my stable, not counting Lauren, my "bottom bitch," whom my slaves only know as "Miss Babysitter." All of them are what's generally referred to as middle-aged, but I'm 37, so that's nothing worth mentioning. At 28, Lauren is one of the younger bitches I make use of. She has a fairly average build but seems petite when she's next to me. She's all of 5'4" and around 140 pounds. She's a rather cute little blond woman who works as an assistant district manager (read: hatchet girl) for a chain of fitness centers. Unlike Caleb and Pepper, she doesn't live with me. That's by my choice, not because I couldn't use her, but because it puts some space between her and my house pets. She gets the chore of looking after those pets when I'm away. She also gets the chore of keeping a very close eye on my bitches, as well as her standing assignment to find me new bitches to amuse me.

First, there's the 18-year-old Gretchen, the newest bitch in my kennel and possibly quickly becoming the sluttiest (and thus most amusing).

The other four are all over 30 and married. First there's Rory, a 31-year-old construction worker with a build similar to Caleb, but a smaller cock. He's married and has been for five years. His wife knows that he plays with me. I wouldn't touch him if he was sneaking around. That makes for epic endings, not long-term servitude. His wife and I have a tacit agreement that I can use Rory as I see fit, but not more than about once a month, and she never knows about it. I'm sure that she and Rory have another agreement that I'm the only one who can make use of him -- should he so much as smile with another woman, he's a dead man. She has the demeanor to control him, but not the desire (or willingness) to punish him as he so sorely needs.

Second is Brian, a 38-year-old salesman who somehow manages to maintain a fairly decent build through a home gym and the occasional workout at one of Lauren's gyms. He's a little smaller than Rory at 5'8" and around 170 pounds. He's very subservient in his personal life, which is the opposite of the pushy outgoing salesman that he is professionally. He also has a well-hidden interest in the occasional male-on-male encounter, when it's safe and private.

He's been married for nine years to an ethnically Arab woman named Nisreen, who is a hair more subservient than he is. She came with Brian, and now both are my personal property. While roughly average in height at 5'6", she's rather lanky with a mere 125 pounds on that narrow frame. With a faint olive tone to her skin and moderately browning nipples, she's a rather attractive woman as well. Mostly I toy with them as a pair, although I've made it a point to help myself to both of them separately as well. That reminds them that they individually belong to me -- their marriage isn't a part of it. Should they split, both will remain mine. I emphasize that many ways, not the least intrusive of which is controlling their intimate life fully. Neither may touch the other without my permission, ever. Neither may ask for permission, either. Instead, they must wait until told to, and then their permission slip is overly exacting in what they will do with each other.

The final bitch is Holly, a 34-year-old part-time radiology technician and full-time housewife / mother. She's roughly the same size as Lauren, about 5'4" and 140 pounds. Unlike Lauren, she has dark hair. She's been married the longest at ten years to a "civil engineer" named Nate, who is 38 and fairly well built at 5'10" and about 180. He's not muscular like Caleb (who could impersonate a weightlifter), but he definitely doesn't have a "dad bod" either.

There is what I'd call the most complicated relationship. Holly has been in my kennel for close to five years now, all of that time with Nate's permission. I have Nate's permission to help myself to Holly whenever and however I fancy, with one condition: Nate is allowed to watch, although sometimes I have made it impractical for him to do so, leaving him little choice but to decline his standing option. It's my option if Nate is allowed to join in or not. While Nate has proven himself rather obedient -- he always obeys my instructions even when they're contrary to his urges and desires -- he's steadfastly declined to offer himself as my bitch beside his wife. He also refuses to allow himself to be punished, although he definitely enjoys watching Holly punished sternly. As with Rory, I exert full control over their lives. Holly is my property after all, and thus it's up to me what's done with it. Nate doesn't resist that, nor does he object to my rule that he doesn't play around outside of his marriage and my control.

I have a couple of others who are working to earn a place in my harem, some with better odds than others of working their way in there. Madeline, an 18-year-old girl who has started carving out a niche for herself as my babysitter for naughty sluts, will probably find a place. Rose, an overly shy 20-something, has a chance. She's attractive enough, and very willing to do anything imaginable, and then some. She might find a home if I can push her through some of her shyness and make her useful.

Charlene, and her husband Warren, fall into another category. I doubt I'll be keeping them forever, but I'll have them for a while. The couple is one of Lauren's finds. I'm not sure how the conversation started, but Char ended up telling Lauren that she wasn't enjoying her sex life, and things went from there until Lauren brought them to meet me. That night they were on their knees, and enjoying some rather intense orgasms. The next day, not having my phone number, they both were almost begging Lauren to arrange another "lesson" for them.

Over the span of a month or so, I teased them twice more. And then I gave them the only, and the last, choice I'll ever give them. They could stay or go. But if they stay, they belong to me, and I can do whatever I wish with the pair of them. They chose to stay, as I knew they would.

I set some strict rules for the couple, many of them focused on their sex life, but not all. Naturally, there can be some rather unpleasant consequences for violating even the most minor rule. And, breaking a rule intentionally to make me come punish one of them, something bitches are known to do, doubles the punishment.

Since both have jobs with regular hours, I've set a rule that both are expected to be home by 10:00 p. m., and not leave before 06:00 am, they may stay out as late as 12:00, and leave as early as 04:00 a. m., as long as they text Lauren before, telling her where they'll be and why they are out at the unusual hours. Unless Lauren texts back with a "no," which I've instructed her to do very seldom unless there's a reason, then they may stay out. Both are also expected to be in bed between 12:00 and 04:00 a. m., but they may be in bed as early as 10:00 p. m., and as late as 5:30 a. m., as long as they haven't been given other instructions.

Another rule is that every day they are to have a conversation of not less than fifteen minutes. During this time, all distractions, such as the tv and radio, must be off. They should focus on each other. The topic may be anything they wish, except whatever they talked about the previous day. The only other topic forbidden is sex. There is to never be a mention of sex, or of intimate body parts. They're not even allowed to tell the other that they're horny.

Obviously, they're not allowed any sexual contact without full supervision. I've generously allowed them three hugs and kisses of no more than ten seconds, each day. They must be fully dressed for those, and their hands must behave. There's no sneaking down to her bottom, or anything close to that. Proper hugs and sensual full kisses. Those are in the morning, as one leaves for work, then in the evening when returning from work, and when they go to bed. Beyond that, they may hold hands, and must hold hands during their required conversation, as they please. Other touching, however, is forbidden unless supervised. And the no touching rule forbids even masturbation.

Nor are they permitted to see each other undressed. Shorts are allowed, but nothing less modest than covering half of the thighs. Sleeveless tops are allowed as well, but her breasts must be completely covered, as must be her entire body from the tops of her breasts down to mid-thigh. He must follow the same rules. The only exception to that rule is swimwear, which may only be worn at a pool or the beach, and then only actually at the pool. They have to be covered all the way to their loungers, taking off their outer wraps there. Bikinis are allowed, but her pubes, bottom, and breasts must be completely covered, not even a little sliver may be visible. He's allowed his choice of swim trunks, except Speedos, which no one wants to see anyone in.

That's one of the more onerous rules for them. It forbids some normal activities of married life, such as showering together. It also requires them to wear pajamas or something to bed. Sheets and comforters do not count as covered. Any time either is less than fully dressed, it must be behind a locked door and alone.

Another rule requires them to keep their house clean and fit for "polite company" at all times, no exceptions. "Polite company" means not just guests, but the two most important guests as well: Lauren and me. Whenever either of us appears, usually without any warning, Char is to be prepared to be a proper hostess and Warren a polite host. By now, Char knows that I'll expect to be served a proper cup of coffee, freshly brewed upon my arrival.

Since both are my property, when they are supervised, meaning Lauren or I is there to watch over them in person, we may do whatever we wish with their bodies. There are no limits or rules. Everything is on the table. Not merely sexual things, but everything. They have no say in what I do with them. Nor do they have any say in whom I bring, if anyone, to use with either of them or how they're used. I tell them what they'll do, and then watch as they do it. Naturally, none of the other restricting rules apply to me. I can do whatever I want.

Lauren sees the couple three times a week in person, however seldom allowing them any contact during her parole-office-style check-ins. She always has some personal or intimate questions for them. She often demands to see one or both bodies fully. She always addresses every rule infraction, even the most minor of them unpleasantly. Sometimes she makes use of them, treating herself to a massage or something like that. Or joining them for a meal served to her politely. And, once in a while, she supervises them so that they can enjoy each other.

I don't have the free time Lauren does, so when I pop in, I usually have a reason for it. Both of them have good jobs. Char is a nurse. Warren is a deputy warden at a privately run jail that holds mostly illegal immigrants going home, often by way of prison. When I pop in, both are to put everything else on hold, even their jobs. However, I try to avoid popping in at a time where that's going to be a conflict. To help me plan, each day both send Lauren a rough schedule for the day, and text her of any significant changes. I don't worry much about their work hours, but Lauren pays closer attention to what the couple is doing outside of work hours. As their owner, I have the right to veto anything.

I have the right to know who they're spending their time with, too. I don't worry about those I don't often see, but when I see the same names over again, such as the little lady nurses' club that Char likes to go out of a drink with about once a week, then I like to know those ladies. Lauren tends to pop up and have Char introduce her as another friend, then Lauren reports back to me, especially if there's inappropriate conversations. Warren gets the same monitoring.

Above and beyond that, Lauren is well known to just "happen" to be somewhere a bitch is. She loves to lurk in the shadows, unknown to the bitch, and see that it's behaving, and not, say, flirting with some guy at the grocery store. Almost never do the bitches even know Lauren peeked on them. But I do.

It's been sixteen days since the couple has been allowed any intimacy. During that time, Lauren has been here five times to check in on them, but has not allowed them to be together. That was my instruction to Lauren. This way I know that tonight, they will be very eager to be with each other. These two will let it show how much they want the otherwise-forbidden contact.

Even though the couple is allowed out until ten, they're not teenagers, so they're usually home no later than six. More often than not, Char picks up some takeout for supper, rather than cooking. She mostly cooks on the days she doesn't have to work, and today wasn't one of those days. I know, from their morning email schedule to Lauren, that's their plan for tonight. I assume they'll be done with supper by seven. That means they'll be relaxing for the rest of the evening. Since Lauren was just over yesterday, they won't be expecting her, and they know by now never to expect anything from me. I am unpredictable, and I try my best to be.

Today I was supposed to land my last flight at 2:50 p. m. That would have had me out of the airport on my way home by 4:00, after deplaning my passengers and quickly handing the aircraft over to the next crew for a one-way trip to the west coast. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. And it wasn't my fault. My last departure was delayed twice, once because of an inbound emergency, the aircraft stopped on the only runway long enough for the A321-200ER I was flying to take off on. Then, before I could get off, a thunderstorm knocked out the power to the airport, including the tower, so no one was taking off until that got restarted, not that I would have gone up in that mess of lightning anyway. The relief crew got a relief aircraft for their flight, and I got to be a few hours late back to Atlanta. It was close to 6:00 before I landed, and then after 7:00 by the time I handed the aircraft over to maintenance and got out of the airport. It's an hour's drive to Char's house, which isn't so bad for Metro Atlanta.

It's about ten after eight when I arrive, and using my key, let myself in as if it were my house. That's another of my requirements, that toys give me a key to their houses so that I can come and go as I please. Even while they sleep, they're not allowed to use any locks that I don't have a key to, such as chains or bars. Some, like Char and Warren, have sturdy doors with good deadbolts on them, and they live in a nicer neighborhood.

I'm still wearing my uniform, but I've left everything else in my car. I have only a large purse that looks more like a backpack slung over my shoulder, and these two have seen it enough times that they should know it's not a purse. It holds a collection of toys, which they call torture implements, that I may or may not use tonight. Some will definitely get used, but probably not all of them. We'll see how they behave themselves.

Both hear their front door opening and quickly turn to see who is coming in. Neither expects anyone, but both are used to me letting myself in. Lauren does it, too. Why would I knock? It might as well be my house. Okay, Warren and Char own it, but I own them, which makes everything they own mine, too. Both see me, and I see little smiles blooming on their faces as they assume that they're going to have some erotic fun tonight. Something, I suspect, both have been eagerly waiting for.

"Hello, Mistress!" Char greets me politely, getting to her feet. "May I please serve you a coffee, Ma'am?" She knows what I like. Char looks as if she's had a long day at work, but cleaned up a little. She's still wearing her scrubs, but it looks like she's brushed her hair and redone her makeup after washing her face up. I'd bet she did that to look good for Warren, even though she can't touch him.

I accept, and Char scurries to the kitchen to brew a pot. I help myself to a seat on their loveseat. As I do, Warren is quickly turning the tv off. He knows that I won't have any distractions while I'm here, so he spares me the trouble of telling him to. I don't say much to him, other than a quick hello. I wait for Char to get the coffee served.

It takes her a couple of minutes. Char stays in the kitchen, fussing and getting things ready as it brews. When the pot is ready, she fixes me a cup exactly the way I like it. She uses one of her finest cups and saucer to serve it in.

Char serves it the way I've taught them both that I expect to be served -- humbly. She holds her hands out in front of her breasts, palms up to form a small table, and rests the saucer atop her palms. She walks over a little slowly, taking care not to splash a drop of coffee out. Then she drops to her knees, spreading her legs wide, and sits back to let her bottom hang between her heels. Her hands never move. "Here is your coffee, Ma'am, fixed as you like it with two sugars and one cream. Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Mistress." Her voice is pure honey.

I take the cup and sip it before pronouncing it "acceptable," the highest praise she'll get from me. I take the saucer from her hands and set it on the coffee table with the cup atop it. Now I can sip it while we begin.

I never just show up and get down to what they really want me to get down to. There's a process for everything, and I have a fairly standard one for this, too. It begins with the couple sitting close beside each other, as they now are, but also not allowing any part of their bodies or clothes to touch. Both are required to sit demurely, their backs up straight and their eyes on me. Char has to fully cross her legs and leave her hands loose in her lap, not moving them or even letting them fidget. Warren has to sit with his knees opened to the width of his shoulders, and his hands atop his thighs; his hands have to stay loose as well. Neither may move unless given permission. Nor may they speak unless spoken to, and then only to answer me. They're even supposed to pay any attention to the partner beside them, only to me. Warren is not supposed to allow his cock to become stiff now, either, but with his slacks still on, it's a little hard to know for sure. If I see a bulge at his crotch, he's going to be showing me that it's soft, and just making him show me will ensure it's rock hard, and thus that he's in trouble. He doesn't want that. He knows that if I catch his cock getting hard now, there's a chance I won't let them do what they really want to do.

I begin by asking them both some fairly benign questions about their day today, going back to when Lauren was last with them yesterday evening. They tell me that Char "tucked them in," meaning she watched each strip naked, then put his or her pajamas on separately, then she allowed them to kiss goodnight and climb into bed. She pulled the covers up, reminding them not to be touching during the night, and that neither was allowed out of bed before 5:00, the time they usually get up. Only last night neither was allowed to slip out, even just to pee. After they were tucked in, Lauren let herself out. I hear, and already knew, that she'd chosen a pair of modest pajamas for both with full bottoms but short-sleeved tops. They tell me how they both had to pee badly in the morning, but Char made the bed while Warren used the toilet and then, instead of showering, he vacated so that Char could use it instead of having to use the spare bathroom across the house. That was so nice of him. All her stuff is the one they share off the master bedroom. The other is seldom used for now, although when they bought this house they planned for the kids they hope to have.

That's actually why I picked tonight, although I'll never tell the couple this. Another thing I have Lauren do is track the periods of the females in my harem, and those like Char who are around it, but not in it. I know exactly where she is in her cycle, and the math says she should be ovulating today or tomorrow. Thus tonight is the night for her to get pregnant if she's going to this month. Not that it's guaranteed, but it's the right night. I know them well enough to know that Char wants to have children before she's 40. Two, not one, so now is the right time for them to begin. Being a nurse, I'm sure she knows her body well enough to know when her most fertile times are, too. The fact that she's not using any birth control at the moment tells me that she's hoping one of their supervised encounters will lead to the family they want. I'd bet she's noticed that I tend to allow them to have sex at the right time of the month, too. That seems like something a nurse would notice. It's also a topic that she's not allowed to talk about with Warren. Kids is an allowed topic, but nothing to do with making them. Nor is she allowed to tell him when she finds out that she's pregnant. She's to immediately text Lauren, and then await further instructions on how he will be told. I'm not sure how that will be, but I know it will have her naked when she does.

Once I've spent a few minutes with them as a couple, I move along and tell Char to come with me. I walk her to their bedroom. She follows obediently, and eagerly, assuming that she knows what's coming.

I leave the door open, letting Warren hear what's happening even though he doesn't have a chance of getting a glimpse of it. Not from the sofa, and he's required to stay on the sofa, sitting properly, until I return. I have Char stand facing me, her hands behind her so that they won't block my sight of anything.

Char is about average in height and weight, at 5'6" and 140 pounds. She's fairly lean as well, with a noticeably pronounced hourglass shape, most of which is hidden under her loose-fitting scrubs. I ask her what bra she's wearing. She tells me that she has a simple white one on because she wore a more comfortable one to work and hasn't changed. Naturally, I tell her to show me.

Char is an attractive woman. She has a slightly oval shape to her face, and a very slight strong look to it, but I think it only makes her look more attractive. There are no harsh lines to it, not even at her chin. There are no wrinkles either, just a pair of lines at the corners of her mouth that only pull up and show if she smiles wide. She has longish blond hair, but that's dyed, not natural, and hands down to her shoulder blades, some hanging close around her head, and more of it fanning out along her shoulders. Today, but not every day, it has a fair little curl to it that she obviously put in with an iron this morning. She has thin, light brown brows over bright green eyes and moderately long, but slight narrow, nose. All of that is over a wide mouth framed with medium-thick, silky soft, and deep pink, with a red tint to them, lips.

She has a lean body with a flat, well-toned stomach. And a white satin bra with 3/4 cups on that leaves me a modest slice of cleavage bare at the inside tops of her mounds, but otherwise covers her mounds with foam-lined cups trimmed in lace. It has a narrow band around her chest, and even narrower ribbon straps over her shoulders. In the front, there's nothing but a little bow to connect the cups. It does look cute on her. "I know those boobs are tiny," I tell her. They're not so small. She's a 36-B cup, which puts her band size as average, and her breasts just a small fraction short of being average C-cups. "Take the bra off and show them to me."

Char doesn't hesitate to slip the straps off her shoulders, and then bring the bra down her chest to bare her mounds. She twists it around her body so that the clip is in front, unhooks it, and pulls it away. She tosses it to the bed behind her, where her top is.

It lets me see a pair of very firm, pert breasts shaped like half melons. They have only the slightest hang to them, still rising fully off her chest before curving along their undersides, then pinching up into a very slightly upturned pointiness at the nipples, before rounding again fully to curve back to her chest. They have the same shape across that they do up-and-down. She has a pair of wide, but lightly shaded, rings roughly the size of silver dollars. Hers are a shade of almost see-through pink, lightly infused with hints of purple and brown. Her nipples are the same shade, slightly smaller than half marbles, but with that shape as they swell on her mounds, showing off their rounded tips and stone-like hardness.

I don't hesitate to help myself to her breasts. By now, she expects it. I usually do this part of things roughly the same way. I give them a good squish, feeling the hard sponginess in my hands as they squeeze. I ask her if they've been tender, and she tells me no. I stroke my fingers over them, feeling the silkiness of their skin, and ask her if she's been putting lotion or something on them. She very reluctantly admits that she has (which I already knew, but she doesn't know that) and adds that she's been very careful not to play with them when she does. I move my finger to her nipple, stroking over the hard nubs. She feels the sweet light tease. I ask her if she's been putting the lotion there, too, and she tells me no, she would never touch her nipples without permission. I tell her that I'm not so sure about that, her nipples seem a little softer than usual today. She offers the excuse that maybe some lotion got on them from her bra or something, and repeats her solemn promise that she hasn't touched her nipples, only Lauren has since I was here last. I know Lauren has. Lauren has my permission to touch Char, and the others, as she sees fit. I give her nipples a firm, but gentle, pinch and see a look of pleasure flood over her face as I do. I know she likes that. I keep softly toying with her breasts, stroking and squeezing them gently, which she clearly enjoys, while I ask her a few more questions. All of the questions are made-up ones about her breasts. She confesses that they're starting to throb a little at the nipples now, begging for some real attention.

I ask her what panties she's wearing, and she tells me that she has on a pair of white cotton "hipsters," panties that are cut roughly even with the top of her pubes, have slightly wide sides around her hips, fully cover her bottom, but leave her legs bare all the way up to the creases of her thighs. She says they're comfortable for work, and with lace around the edges, cute on her. I tell her to show me, and she can't get the bottom of her scrubs off fast enough. AS advertised, they're cute on her. And snug enough at the crotch that I can see not just her puffy mound, but the wide line of her slit through the thin fabric. They are a set with the bra, having the same little bow at the center of the lacy waistband. After she slowly turns around, making herself resist the urge to hurry things along, and shows me the back of them as well, those come off, too.

Now I can see that her pubes are silky smooth and were clearly shaven this morning as required. I don't make all my bitches shave, but I do insist that hair is neat, either well trimmed or shaven off. She looks good shaven, and this way there's no fur in the way while I have to supervise their intimacy.

It also lets me see her mound between her thighs, which she has wide enough for me to see all of her pussy. Her lips are slightly shorter than I'd expect, but wide and especially plump. Plump enough that they swell down into a noticeable puff of a mound. She has a wide gash of slit between them, their edges not coming close to touching, instead more arcing even wider at the center of her lips. Their pink tips frame a thick, light pink and red-tinged ridge line that rises through them, standing a small fraction of an inch, maybe about half of a centimeter, above the outside of her lips. It's thick and wide, but as it flows back it parts into a pair of tall, short, loose folds that surround her tunnel. Her clit is hard now, and when it's hard, it rises its fully rounded tip up above the ridge line, begging to be attended to like a shameless slut. Even from the front I can make out the line of its curve now.

I don't waste time. I tell Char to turn around and bend forward, lying her chest flat on the mattress and bringing her hands behind the small of her back. She does, and I have her spread her feet to lower her hips, making her back flat with the mattress getting about half of her weight. With her bottom small and firm, and nicely rounded to begin with, bending over only pulls her cheeks even more tautly, stretching them a little, and stretching her crack decently wide open. It might make them firmer, too, except they're already firm and toned. Her cheeks are fully rounded, but with a gently flowing curve to them, even at the bottoms as they rise from her thighs with an arc across. Her thighs are lean and their muscles well toned, too, the flesh taut and elastic. Between the tops of those thighs, I can see the mound of her pussy puffing out, not as far as her cheeks stand out, but enough to make it fully visible with nothing touching it. Her cheeks are firm enough to stay above the mound, too.

And now, with the valley of her crack stretching open, I can see the deep ring of her asshole. It's on the smaller side, and tightly clenched now. It doesn't funnel inward, nor does it pucker out, but merely lies flat with the valley. Its swath of pink-brown flesh takes a slight purple hint to it as the faint wrinkles of folds flow in towards the tiny, straight line of black where the muscle is squeezing against itself.

I quickly slip on a pair of gloves, and then use my fingers to open her lips fully wide, revealing every bit of her pinkness. I stretch her folds aside as well, and that lets her eager clit pop up a little more to show off its steely stiffness. It lets me see the rim of her narrow tunnel as well. Now her tunnel is ready, almost begging, for attention. I can see the puffy walls of it as they swell inward, everything flushing a bright blood-red, and covered with a thick layer of her wetness about the consistency of pancake syrup that clings to everything. Somehow that wetness has already found its way out of her tunnel and covered not just her clit, but even her lips.

I gently ease a gloved finger into her tunnel. It's sloppier than I'd thought, and I'd expected more wetness than I could already see. It's hot, almost fiery hot. Her walls are soft and spongy, but with a fine layer of firm muscle behind them to keep her tunnel tight. I can feel those walls lightly surrounding my finger, almost cuddling it. I can feel, but not see, the faint little shiver-like tremors that flow through. As my finger begins exploring the depths of her tunnel, I can hear the change in her breaths as they take a deeper, more urgent, tone to them. She obediently stays as I put her, letting me toy with her pussy.

I ask her if she's horny. Obviously, she says yes. I ask her how long she's been that way, and she tells me since about a day after the last time she was allowed to orgasm. I ask her if she can feel the heat in her pussy, and she says yes. I ask her if she can feel the wetness, and she says yes, she's glad she got her panties off when she did, because otherwise, they might be damp by now. I keep my finger moving very slowly, more teasing her walls than anything as she has to answer my questions.

I ask her "have you been a nasty slut lately?" and add that means she's been thinking about something she's not supposed to be. She admits it, telling me that she's been thinking about her husband's dick right where my finger is now, and how satisfying it would feel. I tease her, reminding her that she doesn't like his dick and if I weren't here to supervise them, she wouldn't even manage to orgasm. She admits I'm right. I ask her what thoughts she's been having and she tells me how she's imagined him on top of her. I add a few equally intimate, but less sexy, questions, such as asking her when her period was, and if she douched after that, which she's required to do. I even ask when the last time she washed her mound, the insides of her lips, was and she tells me this morning.

Char purrs very sweetly as I slip my finger out of her tunnel, having felt everything there is to feel at least three times by now. She lets the last of her breath out as it slips from her, then as my fingers release her lips, she sucks in a quick deep breath. I see the muscles in her legs starting to tense, too. She knows what I'm going to do next, and she hates it. She doesn't move. She waits for it.

I put the tip of my finger against her asshole. She manages not to tighten up, but she doesn't relax either, leaving me pressing gently against a firm rubberiness as I wait for it to give. It surrenders quickly, letting my finger begin to stretch it. I don't really push into her ring. I keep my finger moving, but I also keep it going as slowly as I possibly can, watching as it very slowly stretches her muscle wider and wider until finally the tip of my finger slips into its firm grip. I keep going, stretching her a little more as more of my finger slides into its grasp.

Char's breath stutters for an instant as she grunts a light "UHM," as she feels the light burning in her muscle as it's stretched. She breathes out steadily, and slowly, grumbling a barely audible, tense, "um" as she does. Her asshole doesn't tighten, nor does it loosen, as my finger presses through it.

I push about half of my finger inside her, which is all I need for this little tease.

When it stops moving, Char lets the last of her breath out, then quickly takes another. She grunts a little harder "UH" as I curl my finger inside her, bringing the tip of it back, pulling a little more of it into her, until I can feel the inside rim of her asshole. She breathes slowly, steadily letting her breath out as she keeps herself calm and her body still. I bring my thumb up against the outside of her ring, trapping a little bit of her muscle between it and my finger.

Char tenses her arms a little and keeps breathing steadily. I pinch the rubbery muscle, feeling it as my fingers lightly squeeze it. It squishes, but I can feel the firm tone of it. I hear Char's controlled breath stay steady, but take on a slightly uncomfortable note in it. I wiggle my fingers lightly, stroking the muscle squeezed between them. "Ooh," I tell her teasingly, "your anus is nice and tight tonight. A penis would just love to shove all the way through this tight ring." I ask Char when the last time anything was put into her bottom was.

I can hear a faint grunting tension in her voice as she tells me last night. Lauren always insists on checking her body fully and leaves "no hole unpoked." That I know, so I clarify that I mean besides me and Lauren checking her bottom. She doesn't remember, but says it's been several weeks since I "allowed her husband to take her in the butt." I tell her that maybe I'll let him have this butt again tonight, since it's so tight. I ask her if it's clean or if she needs a good enema to wash it out for him. She assures me it's clean and she definitely does not need an enema. I'm sure she means ever, not just tonight. She breathes out a deeply relieved breath as my finger slips from her butt.

I allow her to stand back up, then I pull a blindfold out of my pocket and tie it over her eyes. I put my hands to her hips and guide her as I walk her over to a closet door. I slip and tie her wrists to the door handle. It's not the most secure job I've ever done, and she might just be able to work her way out of them with a little time, but it doesn't matter. She's not going to have the time, and she wouldn't try to get out of them anyway. She wants what's coming. She doesn't know what I'll do, but she's confident that I won't leave her unsatisfied. I wouldn't have bothered to come all the way over here just to tease her. I'd have had Lauren do it.

With Char stuck in the bedroom and not going anywhere for the moment, I return to the living room where Warren is waiting for me. He appears not to have moved, and I doubt he did. He'd never risk losing out on a chance to be with his wife.

As I come back in front of him, I snap for him to get up "and get those clothes off so that I can see for myself that his tiny dick is behaving itself."

Warren is quickly on his feet. He knows that wasting time is not something to do with me. He'll end up sorry he did. His slacks are loose enough that it's hard to be sure, but as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, I think he's going to end up in trouble anyway. It's not exactly a bulge, but there's something at his crotch, sort of puffing the fabric out. He takes a little longer than he needs to getting his shirt, and then his undershirt off, letting me see his decently well-toned, and lightly furred, chest. His muscles aren't hard or defined, but there's no fat on him, and no looseness, either. He has the build of a man who works out and takes care of himself, but not of an athlete. At least, despite his being 38 years old, there's no gray hair on him yet, either.

Both he and Char were barefoot, but I allow that little comfort after work. As long as they aren't going back out. Once shoes come off, they're off for the night. The same applies to socks. It leaves him little to do besides drop his pants down and let me see the Bart Simpson boxers he has on. Now I understand his reluctance, I wouldn't want to be seen in those either. I can see the same puffing out at the front of them, but it now has a slightly more pronounced tubular shape to it. I'd bet his stiff cock is lying against the inside of the soft cotton fabric.

Warren isn't a bad-looking guy. He's handsome enough, but he does have a mild geeky look to him, mostly because he wears a pair of silver-framed glasses. His face has the same gentle oval shape that his wife's does, but with slightly stronger lines, especially at the chin where his has some sharp lines as opposed to her smoothly curving lines. His nose is a little more prominent, as are his dark brown brows, which match his short, medium-brown hair, cut over his ears and collar to look professional. His mouth is a little narrower than hers, but his lips are just as full and plump, although a more of a medium red than the pink-red of hers. He's tall, just short of six feet at 5'11" and 180 pounds.

There's no fat or flab to his body either. His legs, with their light fur of sparse brown hair, are lean, but don't show the lines of his muscles. His hips are lean as well, but not so lean to show their bones, nor plump enough to have the rounding curve of a woman. His build is more straight, with a flat and toned stomach. He has little nipples, more like nubs, with quarter-sized rings that are a deep purple tone.

And as his boxers slip down, I can see that I was right. His cock is hard. His pubes are shaven, something I make him do just so that I have easy access to every bit of his cock and balls as I supervise him. Now it offers me a good view of his better-than-average shaft. He's about 6" long, and about 11/4" across. He's circumcised, letting me see the medium purple, spongy, soft head of his stiffness fully. His balls are shaven as well, and now hang down loose under his shaft. As instructed, he keeps his feet open so that I can see them hanging. And get to them if I want.

I reach out and firmly spank the top of his shaft, knocking it down. It immediately bounces back up as I start scolding him for being "a dirty boy" and obviously having impure thoughts of doing very naughty things with my bitch -- his wife. Things I most definitely have not given him permission to think about, much less actually do with my property. I reach under his shaft, wrapping my hand around his balls. I close my first finger and thumb into a circle around the top of his sack, squeezing it closed and trapping the loose skin of his sack in my grip. His balls are trapped just under my grip. I don't exactly squeeze them, instead pulling down, letting a bit of his skin slip through my grip, dragging over my hand as it moves. I keep his balls trapped under my hand. As I slide down his sack, the skin pulls tight around them, squishing them up against my hand. I pull down until I see him start to wince.

Obediently, he stands still and endures the mild discomfort of having his balls pulled, knowing that I have the rest of my hand wrapped around them and could squeeze them painfully at any moment. It wouldn't be the first time, either. I don't mind showing him my disapproval in a way he'll never forget. I hold the firm pull, keeping the look of discomfort on his face as I firmly tell him that I can wait all night for his cock to behave. However, it's cutting into the time I have to supervise him with his wife, so if he can't behave soon, he might not have time to finish what he starts. I've punished him that way before, so he knows I'm not kidding. I would do that to him.

He tries to steady his breathing, and I see his eyes locked on the wall in front of him. He tries to block the naughty thoughts from his mind to encourage his cock to soften, but that's not easy with a feminine hand around his balls. I pull a tiny bit harder and watch the discomfort on his face double as I tell him that "I'm waiting!" I'm not known to be the most patient mistress when it comes to having my orders followed, either.

It takes him a couple of minutes, and a little more unpleasant pressure on his balls, before I see his cock start to lose some of its stiffness. "There you go!" I taunt him. "It shouldn't take such a little dick very long to get soft!" It takes another minute for it to get soft enough to droop down and lie atop my wrist. That's when I let go of his balls. He breathes out in relief. His cock drops further and hangs in front of his balls.

The problem, mine and his, is that anything I do to him short of some actual pain is going to arouse him. It wouldn't matter if I humiliated him more than he's ever imagined. It wouldn't matter what I did to him. I could dress him up in a diaper and parade him down the street, or toss him in a cell of his own prison with the worst of their "guests" and it would arouse him. A big dildo in his butt arouses him, too. I know that one from experience.

I don't really care if his dick is hard or not. I only pretend that I do because it's so difficult for him to keep it from getting hard now that he imagines he's about to get to touch his wife. I just want him to have to fight himself and make it stay loose because it's hard for him. And it gives me an excuse to punish him whenever I want. I tell him to bend over and put his hands on his knees while I check his prostate and ensure that he's "able to service my bitch like a useless stud, or if he's just another sperm donor tonight."

He bends over while I'm warning him that I'll expect his dick to behave while I'm doing this. After all, I tell him, I'm checking this for him, not for me. I don't care if his prostate is "recharged" enough to service a bitch or not. He should, since he obviously wants to service my bitch, and I have standards for which studs can touch them.

I tell him to behave as I bring my finger up to his tight asshole. His hair is larger than Char's, but not by much. It's no looser, though, not normally, and he's not relaxing any better than she does for what he knows is coming. He's no stranger to this; Lauren checks them both fully every time she comes around. The only difference is that I don't have her require his cock not to be hard, and it always is when she slips a finger into his depths.

His cheeks are firm and toned, but covered with a sparse fur of light brownish hairs. Not my thing, but Char doesn't seem to mind it. It's light enough not to look bad, but I wouldn't like the feel of hair back there. If he were going to touch me, which he's never going to get to do, I'd make him shave those globes first. His ring is a bit darker, and with more of a purple tone, than hers too. And the wrinkly folds are a bit more pronounced around it. His has a very slight pucker to it now, rising no more than a millimeter above the valley of his crack, but that's enough for me to see the shape of his muscle under the flesh.

This is one of my favorite positions to have a guy in. I love the way his soft cock dangles limp and useless, its tip pointing straight down at the floor with his balls behind it. Shriveled up to about half of its erect size, only the head of it is visible behind those balls. And his asshole is fully displayed, almost offered to me. I press my finger in the same slow way that I did to Char.

Warren tenses as he feels the pressure, and then grunts as he tightens a little more when he feels his ring being stretched and my finger gliding through it. I do the same thing once it's inside him, curling it back and feeling around inside until I find the hard orb of his prostate. As I search for it, I watch as his cock starts to grow a little, obviously stiffening.

I stop like that and scold him for having impure and disgusting thoughts to me while I'm having to poke around inside his filthy butt. With my free hand, I spank his cheek and tell him that's not the only part of him that I'm going to spank if he doesn't clean his mind up right now. He doesn't, so I spank him again a little harder and remind him that he doesn't have permission to "enjoy" my bitch yet. I hear him trying to measure his breathing, while grunting with every poke inside his bottom and keeping his cock from getting too stiff. I take a long moment to stroke over his gland, teasing it. There's really nothing to feel. It's just a tease for him, and one that almost has him in tears as he slowly loses the battle to keep his dick soft. I give him the mercy of pulling my finger out as unpleasantly as I can, not bothering to straighten it out, and getting a good yelp from him as I do. That's enough light pain to have his cock start softening again.

I have him stand up, and since his cock is soft enough to hang down over his balls, I blindfold him. Then I tell him to come as I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it hard, squishing the mostly soft tube in my hand. I can feel the blood rushing to fill it, but I keep my grip hard, leaving it no way to expand, so it stays soft but throbs in my grip. It makes a good leash to lead him back to the bedroom where his blindfolded wife awaits. I wouldn't want them to see each other!

Charlene April Jennings

Height: 5'6" Weight: 138 Hair: Blond Eyes: Green

Bust: 35 / 37 Waist: 31 Hips: 36 Pubes: Shaven

Age: 34 Married Kids: 0 Partner: Warren

Bra: 36-B Size: 7 Top: L TRAINEE

Chapter 2

Now that I have the couple in the same room, I scold them both for their eagerness. I tell them that both of them are such little perverted sluts that I should make them wait a month. I tell them both that I don't see how I can trust them to behave if I actually allow them to touch each other, but since it's the right time of the month for Char, I'll let them have one, and only one, chance. One chance for Warren to "demonstrate that he makes an adequate sperm donor to impregnate a nasty bitch."

I guide Warren over to the bed. The minute I loosen, not even release, my grip on his cock, it starts springing to eager attention. I let go of it and watch as it's sticking out fully hard so fast that I don't have time to get my hands up to my shoulders and shove him back hard. I had the backs of his legs a mere inch from their bed, but he didn't know that. As I shoved him back, I see his feet scramble for purchase and hear him yelp nervously before his legs bump the bed and he drops onto his butt. His cock is still sticking up hard. And now that he knows he's on his bed, he doesn't resist at all as I shove him onto his back and then up.

I get three pieces of rope, all cut from the same piece of 1/2" thick hemp rope, and use them to tie his wrists and ankles. Their bed isn't overly fancy, but it's decent and looks better than it's built. I'd bet it came from someplace like Rooms-To-Go. Not that I haven't shopped there. High quality is getting hard to find. It has a headboard, but there's no footboard to it. At least there's a metal frame to it. I tie one rope around each wrist and stretch them up to the opposite sides of the headboard, finding the rails that hold the headboard to the frame and securing them there. Then I step around to his feet and bring his ankles together before I wrap several coils of rope around them, binding them together, and pull the rope taut, stretching him, stretching his arms, taut, but not hard. I tie the rope off to the bed frame.

As I finish that, I notice that his cock is still sticking up straight, even with his legs together. His balls, however, are now trapped between his thighs. I reach my hand roughly between his thighs, slip my fingers under his balls, and bring them up so that they lie free on the tops of his thighs where they meet. His cock stays stiff, lazily lying back along his stomach.

I leave him there, ignored for a moment, while I go free Char and guide her gently over to the bed. Then I nudge her up onto the bed, leaving her blindfolded as well. This way, the pair won't be able to see each other nude, but still be able to enjoy each other. I guide her, keeping a firm grip on her, to straddle him "reverse cowgirl" with her head facing his feet. I have to nudge her bottom with a little slap to get her to scoot forward to where I want her, but she goes easily enough.

I take hold of his stiffness and bring it forward, guiding it into her wide slit and between the protruding tips of her folds. I feel Char's body almost quivering as her muscles are so eager, but she stays where I put her. She is not going to misbehave now, not this close to what she really wants. I guide her to shift back a little, rising up to her hands and locking her elbows, so that about half of his cock is beyond her slit, most of that inside her spongy, soft, fiery hot, and sloppy wet tunnel.

I take just a moment to get Char up into the exact position that I want her in. Not for her to feel it the best, but to make it the easiest for me to closely monitor what they're doing, which in turn will arouse her and make her enjoy it more than anything physical could. I have her hands beside his thighs, not touching them, just above the knees. I have her back straight, her head up, and if she wasn't blindfolded, her eyes would be staring over his feet to the far wall. I have her legs opened wide, not quite to their widest, but close so that her thighs aren't against his hips. She's not exactly used to it like this, but she's no stranger to this either. I'm making sure that as little of her body touches his as is possible.

"I hear that even rats can manage to breed. Let's see if you can rise up to their level long enough to keep your bloodline from the extinction it deserves." I taunt Char. I put my hands to her hips. Then I firmly warn Warren that he's nothing but a sperm donor, and I expect him to do nothing. He's to lie there and be still. If I catch him moving, they will not be a happy couple tonight.

With my hands on her hips, and a little on her bottom, I start Char moving her hips. I set a slow pace, taking about two seconds to lift her bottom up an inch or so, leaving about an inch and a half of cock beyond her lips. That should be enough for the spongy head and a sliver of his stiffness to stay in her tunnel. Then I bring her back down the same distance at the torturously slow pace, letting another inch or so of shaft push into her tunnel, and leaving about half of his cock outside her lips, untouched by her body.

Warren tenses the moment I start Char moving, and he feels her tight tunnel stroking over the tip of his cock. The head is where the most nerves are, so he feels it well and fully. She does, too, the shaft stroking about 3/4 of the length of her tunnel, stretching it wide, and pulling her walls somewhat taut around his thickness, but not stretching her tunnel longer. I can see her asshole clenching tightly as the sensations flood her pussy. Going slow, as I'm forcing her to do, makes her feel them for longer with each stroke, and that arouses her more fully than rushing along to the climax her body wants. Warren's body simply wants to cum, and he'd rush along if he could. But there's little he can do other than bucking his hips, but he knows if he does that, he won't be cumming tonight. He'll be listening as Char does without him.

I feel her hips flinching, almost jerking against my hands as her nerves push her to take more of the cock into her, and to speed up. I have to hold her rhythm steady for a moment. Char breathes out a deeply agonized, and even more sensual cry as she feels the ache beginning to swell in her pussy and tiny sparks start to shoot along her spine, tingling their way up and shivering her body as they do.

In about five strokes, Char's jaw is hanging wide open as she pants deep, primal moans. Warren barely manages to lie still, his cock staying in her pussy as she rides it. His cock is covered with a thick layer, like paint, of her wetness that covers the top half of it, but leaves only a single trickle line down the bottom half. He purrs the sweetest moans, and that only makes Char more eager to ride him hard. Which I won't allow her to do.

As I release her hips, I warn her to keep steady. I've shown her what she's to do, and that's what she's to do. Anything else is not allowed. I have no illusions that she will behave. Instinct will take hold of her nerves, and she won't even be aware that she's getting more eager and energetic. Of course, I'll stop her. He'll get excited as well, and as soon as those hips start to rock, long before they buck and thrust, I'll deal with that as well. As soon as my hands are free, I get my crop out. It's going to get a lot of use tonight.

Char lasts two strokes before she starts getting greedy and her hips shift back too far, taking more of his cock into her pussy than is allowed. I snap the crop sharply against her bottom, searing a pink splotch onto her right cheek and scold her for being "a cock-hungry, greedy whore." I remind her just how far she's allowed to go with my hand, stopping her bottom on the next stroke and warning her that's "as much cock as your nasty skank pit can handle." The swat, nowhere near as hard as I could have made it, gets a little grunt from Char. The next stroke has her moaning more urgently as well.

It's only a few seconds before. It's only a few seconds before she's at it again, this time her pace steadily increasing. I swat her other cheek with the crop, getting me another moderately hard grunt. I put the tips of two fingers against her asshole, using them to set the pace by daring her to come back faster than my fingers are moving and impale her bottom on them. That, I know, she won't do. She slows, letting my fingers again set the slow pace.

The slow and smooth pace I make her use deprives Char of the powerful thrusts she'd normally feel during sex. His cock isn't thrusting into her, as both would prefer, but instead steadily and smoothly flowing through it, its movements constant. It smooths out her breathing, stopping the usual grunts as the cock plows into her so sweetly. Instead, it leaves her crying out a steady, deep, gravelly, "UHM" moan as it strokes her hungry nerves. It quickly has goosebumps erupting on her lips as her body begins to shiver sharply. The coat of her wetness painted onto his cock begins to look more like paste slathered on it, too.

I keep control of Char. It's about two more strokes before I swat her bottom and slow her down again. Only this time, she was picking up the pace more slowly, probably hoping that I wouldn't notice.

It gives me an excuse. I put the tip of one finger against her asshole to slow her down, and it works. So I wait until she starts moving back and tell her, "If you can't behave, there must be something wrong with the way that penis is sitting in your vagina. I'll just check." Char can't see the smirk on my face. I press, and Char grunts a deep, unhappy, "UGH" as my finger quickly slips through her tightly clenched asshole. Immediately, I can feel the shivers in her body as they have her muscle snapping, twitching her asshole to squeeze around my finger. I slide all of my slender finger into her bottom. Then I press downward slightly, letting me fully feel the stiffness filling her tunnel. I can feel everything, from the slightly ribbed texture of the hard tube to the rim of stiffness where the shaft becomes the spongy, soft head. I can feel the tightness of her walls, too, and they seem to be burning even hotter now. I can feel his shaft moving under my finger as I stay still inside her bottom.

Char can feel my finger holding her asshole stretched slightly as it clamps and releases around my bones in rhythm with her strokes. She can feel my finger inside, filling her bottom slightly. She doesn't notice either. She notices the sensations of my finger trapping, and lightly squeezing, a slice of her nervy, hungry, pussy walls between my finger and the cock stroking over those nerves. It increases the icy sting of the little sparks shooting along her nerves as it builds her ache a little more powerfully in that spot. An ache which quickly flows outward and fills the rest of her pussy as well. She moans just as smoothly, but her moans grow a little more throaty and loud. And more urgent.

Warren can feel my finger pressing gently against the top of his cock. To him, my finger feels as if it's moving. It is, at least against his cock. It's stationary inside Char's bottom, but her bottom is moving, so he feels the finger lightly stroking up and down over the hardness of his cock, finding the spongy head of it to press against at the end of each stroke. It feels as if he's being teased while he's having sex, two different sensations, rarely felt at the same time, and now felt. It makes him purr very needy moans that sound as if their only purpose is to urge Char to pick it up and really fuck his cock.

With my finger still inside her bottom, I use my left hand to swat Char's bottom and scold her for going too far back again, reminding her that "cock-greedy whores" get whipped. She's to behave and "get bred like a good bitch." On the next stroke I stop my finger and the instant she feels it no longer moving, her hips pushing her asshole against the webbing of my fingers, she reverses.

Keeping with the theme I gave Char of checking the placement of his cock inside her, I make her gently shift her hands back about half of an inch. It very slightly changes nothing. As she comes back, his cock simply shifts its angle back slightly towards his stomach. He doesn't even notice it. Char shouldn't, there's nothing different, but she does. It's all in her mind, but that doesn't matter. She now feels how carefully I'm watching over every detail of their intimate act, and that is what truly excites her. She moans a very hungry and raspy, "thank you, Ma'am!" as she goes on stroking him.

And she gets another swat on her bottom with my crop for trying to pick up her pace again. She grunts hard at the moderately light swat, her voice laced with absolute frustration. She slows back down, too.

And then Warren's hips start to squirm, and in a half of a second, I notice them pushing his cock up, stretching to get a little deeper into her tunnel as she comes back on him. I have no mercy for him. I swat the exposed bottom half of his stiff cock with my crop, leaving a light pink strip across a fair bit of the exposed flesh.

"uh-AH!" Warren grunts, a little squeal in his voice, as the crop sting slices into the stiff shaft. It's not harsh, but the stroke wasn't hard. It's enough that I have his full attention. "Who told you that you could fuck my bitch?" I scold him in an icy steel voice. "You're a sperm donor. Lie still while you donate." I want to make sure he understands there will be harsh punishment for taking advantage of my bitch, so I reach around under Char's body and put the tip of my crop's leather tip, the edge of it, against his balls and stroke it over them once. He immediately stills his hips fully. I bring my crop out.

I'm just in time to swat Char's bottom once more for picking her pace up. This one sends a hard shudders racing through her body that tells me she's getting close to an orgasm. I take the opportunity to give her a light tap of the crop on her breasts, and tell her that she's shaking her "naked tits around like a stripper advertising for someone to rent her nasty butt." The swats are light, leaving only faint pink marks on the sides of her pert mounds, but they have her moaning deeper and more urgently as well.

I warn Char that she's sounding like a total slut, as if she's making a porno movie, not having sex. I tell her that's probably due to her just being a skanky whore; however, to be sure she's doing things properly, I will check her clit. She is to keep fucking the dick, and she'd better not misbehave while I'm checking someplace so skanky nasty for her.

I pull her lips away from his shaft, exposing her pinkness and giving me a view of his cock sliding through the rim of her tunnel that's now stretched taut around the shaft. It lets me see her short folds, now pulled a tiny fraction of an inch from his shaft, and the thick ridge line they form as they meet. With her tunnel stretched around the shaft, that ridge is now pulled up against the underside of his stiffness, letting his cock stroke that as it moves inside her. I can see her clit, the hard swollen, now visibly throbbing, nub sticking up above the nest of folds. I can see the folds, that pink flesh, wiggling and stroking against her nub as the cock wiggles it. With her body in this position, leaning forward, the tip of her nub is almost, but not quite, touching his cock. To me, it's perfect; he's teasing it, but not rubbing it directly. It should let Char take a little longer to climax this way. And I want her to last.

Naturally, she picks up her pace as I'm checking her clit. She'd have done that anyway now, her urges to climax growing strong, almost overpowering. Instinct tells her body to move, and her brain doesn't even know she is. I see it and immediately scold her for the most obscene display of sluttiness that I've ever seen. I let go of her lips, letting them squish around his shaft again and move my hands to her slightly sore bottom. As she goes forward, I shove her forward, pushing her up until his shaft slips from her pussy. His cock sticks straight up for a second, twitching eagerly, and then drops to lie on his stomach. It keeps twitching, as if jumping up to look for the pussy it so loves.

I move my hands quickly, scolding Char that she'll have to be punished for acting like such a shameless skank. I yank her hands off the bed, letting her shoulder lightly drop down and lie her chest along his legs. I keep one hand on her back, using the lightest pressure, and tell her that such nastiness deserves a double punishment. I bring my crop around and land a soft swat of it on the outside of her plump pussy lips. It snaps with a muted crack, not a splitting one. Char screeches a loud "EE-OW!" as she feels the sting in that most sensitive place. She pants a couple of nervous breaths. The outside of her lips is pink, her entire lips, but it's a light pink that will fade in a few short minutes. I don't let her rest. She's still panting deep, nervous breaths as I bring her shoulders back up and take hold of his cock. I let the cock, slippery with her wetness, slide right through her pink lips and back into her tunnel. Char grunts hard again as she feels my finger shoving quickly through her asshole. Now that I can feel his cock inside her, I start her moving again, and scold her to make a few minor adjustments, getting her body back into the same position it was in before. Only now with Char's moans twice as pleadingly urgent as before.

I very coldly, as much cruelty as I can muster in my voice, scold Char for her obscene sluttiness. I tell her that, as the second part of her punishment, she has just lost her opportunity to climax tonight, and I will be watching her too closely for her to sneak one in. She will, however, continue to "milk the sperm" out of his cock and "get bred like a useless bitch." I hear her groan in misery, but it ends up lost in her hungry moaning.

It doesn't take long for Warren to start bucking his hips again. We've been at this for about five minutes now, and that's a very long time for Char to last. Him, too. More so considering how long it's been for them. I know he's close to orgasm, and the bucking of those hips is merely instinct to finish while it can. I swat his cock again, and his hip bone, telling him to stay still and get rode like the useless fuck stick that he is. I add that he shouldn't bother trying to make Char enjoy it, his cock is too little for her to feel anyway. I'm sure he knows that Char feels it. Her urgent moans are so loud the neighbors could hear them, or so it sounds to me. It's kind of a giveaway that she feels it nicely and fully.

I have to swat her bottom again, and this time I give her a harder stroke that leaves a very light red spot on her cheek that might last a full hour before it fades away. It gets a pained yelp from Char, and it slows her hips back down before I have to. It also has her body shivering twice as powerfully as before.

He starts to buck his hips again, as he feels the ache consume his stiffness, knowing he's going to cum any second now. I swat his hip, and then his cock. This third swat on the same bit of cock flesh has it glowing a bright red, and although it's a light red, it's a sore red, too. It stills his hips, but I can see the crisp little tremors in them. After a second I see those same tremors rippling across his pubes, where they would be hidden behind his hair if I allowed him any.

I take hold of Char's hips and bring her bottom, slipping the entire length of his cock into her tunnel, including the stinging sore part. I hold her hips down, using her weight to drive his bottom back against the mattress and keep him from thrusting into her. I bring her shoulders up in a fluid motion as her bottom is going down. I use my hands to move her hips, very slowly now, rocking them forward and back while keeping her bottom down and her slippery wet lips against his skin. I use a tiny motion, no more than a half inch of wiggle to it, but that's enough to have his shaft wiggling inside her pussy. It also has the soft tip of his cock squished lightly against her cervix, which I'm sure both of them feel.

Char screams in the sweetest of erotic agony, her body tensing instantly and shuddering powerfully as she keeps screaming.

Warren holds his breath for an instant, then lets it explode with a deep, primal grunt of release. I see his hips twitch as they try to buck, but her weight holds them down, leaving his cock at my mercy. I keep her bottom rocking, leaving it stroking his cock as if he hadn't just come. I keep that going until I see the twitches of his hips ebb and know he's given her every bit of cream he has for her.

Char screeches the entire time, her pussy aching strongly, almost cumming, but not quite getting there. Not even as she feels the sticky heat explode into her and cover the depths of her pussy. Once Warren is done, I don't waste any time pushing Char's shoulders back down fully, then moving her bottom forward, letting her firm breasts slide across his legs as her body moves up and the cock pulls from her hungry pussy. Char rewards me with a deep, throaty cry of abject frustration as it slips from her and she knows it's not coming back.

Char's mound is a sloppy wet mess, but most of the mess is hers, not his. There's only a slow, light trickle of his cream from her slit, barely a fraction of what he would have given her. I take a wet wipe and quickly clean the cream off of her lips. Both his and hers. Then I put a strip of adhesive tape over her slit, sealing it up. Char just goes on moaning her erotic frustration as she's now certain that she won't be permitted to cum tonight. I'll never tell her it's anything more than a punishment, but Char cums hard, her pussy squirting everything out, including a good part of his cream. Since she wants to get pregnant, that seems counterproductive to me. I just went through a lot of trouble to make sure that he left a good squirt of it deep inside her, right where it needs to go, and at the right time of the month for her to make use of it. I wouldn't want even a drop of it squirted out just so she could feel good instead of fully frustrated. I don't care if she's frustrated. It's not my pussy that pounds with that sensually needy ache. I don't have to feel it.

I move the pair, quickly lying Char on her stomach with a pillow under her hips. That way gravity can make sure his cream flows deeper into her, not out of her tunnel to puddle up against her sealed slit. I tie her hands behind her, and then tie her ankles together, momentarily leaving that rope unsecured to the bed. Then I untie Warren's hands, rolling him over onto his still semi-stiff cock to tie his hands behind his back. I roll him back to his stomach so that his cock is pointing up. Then I scoot him to the side of the bed, and secure the rope holding Char's ankles to the other side of the bed. I have them on the opposite sides than they sleep on, but that's a result of my convenience.

I tell them that both are "restricted to bed" as they are, tied and blindfolded, until I deign to let them up. Then I take a step back and leave them lying there, Warren purring his sweet delight while Char moans softly in her sweet agony.

I'd already planned for Madeline, the 18-year-old girl who loves nothing more than intimately babysitting middle-aged couples, to arrive at 10:00 p. m. It leaves me waiting about fifteen minutes, watching over the couple, until she texts me that she's at the front door. It's exactly 10:00, and I know Ms. Diligence was probably standing there a few minutes waiting to text me on time. I let her in and give her instructions on my way out.

Madeline Claire White

Height: 5'7" Weight: 126 Hair: Blond Eyes: Blue

Bust: 34 / 35 Waist: 29 Hips: 34 Pubes: Trimmed

Age: 18 Single Kids: 0 Partner: None

Bra: 34-A Size: 5 Top: M OWNED

Chapter 3

I am acutely aware that Char and Warren have heard some things. They likely figured out that I've left, yet someone is still there watching over them. That's kind of a no-brainer since I'd never leave them tied and blindfolded alone, just in case something happened. Neither has met Madeline before, and it's not like I keep my bitches apprised of new acquisitions for the harem. I'd bet they hear Madeline pull a chair up beside them, but that's all they hear.

Madeline's instructions for the night are simple. She's not to allow the bitches to touch each other, which shouldn't take much effort with both securely bound. She's to keep an eye on their hands and make sure they're getting enough blood flowing through the ropes, too. She's to make sure that they don't talk. Should either mutter a word, even in his or her sleep, the offender's bottom gets one hand spank per word uttered. She's to keep an eye on Warren's cock to make sure he doesn't have any slutty dreams that have it getting frisky with the mattress, or anything else, and keep track of when, and for how long, his dreams have it stiff. She's not to say a single word herself, so that the couple won't hear her voice. She's not to get them anything, or let them up for any reason. They're to lie in bed until I return in the morning. I've allowed her to bring her phone so that she'll have something to occupy her tonight and therefore will be less likely to nap on the job, an offense I'd whip her for.

I told Warren and Char the rules before Madeline arrived, so they have no need to ask her anything. They know they are to lie there and rest until I say otherwise, and that's exactly what I expect them to do. It doesn't matter that "otherwise" will be in the morning. They don't need to know that.

When I return at 5:00 a. m., I let myself in with my key again and go directly to the bedroom. I find Madeline alert and awake, watching some video on her phone with one earbud in and one out so that she can hear the couple. Warren lies on his side, something he has to do with his hands behind him, and Char still lies on her stomach over the pillow. Both are sound asleep. It's time for them to wake anyway, as both have jobs to get to, Char due in at 7:00 and Warren... more when he gets there, but officially 8:00.

Char wakes the instant she feels my hands on her bottom, which is no longer showing any of the redness. I spread her cheeks wide, and she mews a soft, unhappy, "Ooh" as she feels the tip of a thermometer slipped into her tight asshole. She lies still, letting me get her temperature and seeing that it's down.1 degree from yesterday. It tells me that I likely computed her fertility correctly, and she ovulated yesterday, making that, today, and tomorrow her best chances of getting pregnant the traditional way, which is the way she's going to. Not that she objects to the method. Well, maybe after being left unsatisfied last night.

Warren lies on his side, but facing Char, so I leave him that way and just lift his cheek to take his temperature. I normally don't bother with the men, it's not like they have fertility cycles, but fair is fair, as since I just checked Char who is in the same bed, I'll let him enjoy the little indignity of having it taken this way, too. He says nothing, but I notice his cock stiffen as he feels the glass slide into his ring. I don't have his temp daily, so I don't know if it's up or down, but it's well within normal, so that's fine.

I return to Char and she yelps a shrill squeal as I pull the stick adhesive tape, like ripping off a Band-Aid, from her pussy lips and open her slit back up. Immediately I catch a scent of their mixed creams, which still fill her pussy. And by the looks of it, cling to her pinkness and cover everything inside her lips, too.

I leave Char tied. There's no reason to untie her. I wave Madeline over and see her grin as I point to Char's sloppy mess of a pussy mound and use a finger to show her what I want her to do. She doesn't hesitate. She puts the tip of her finger, without a glove, to Char's slit, and presses it gently into the slit. I know Char can feel the delicateness of the feminine skin, and I'll bet she assumes it's me touching her. Madeline starts masturbating Char, something I've never done for her. I've let her do it herself with my supervision, but never done it for her.

I want to make sure that Char knows it's not me. That some other woman has not only been watching over them all night, seeing both of them sleep fully naked, eyeing Warren's cock, but also now is openly masturbating her. I step up by Char's head and softly put both hands on her shoulders as I sweetly tell her "lie still and behave, and just maybe I'll release the tension from that nasty pussy now, skank."

Char shudders hard the instant she feels my hands. She knows it's someone else touching her, and the femininity of the touch tells her that it's not Warren. She can't help herself, she cries out a throaty, "UH" that's gravelly deep and very urgent. She shivers hard as well, grinding her hips against the pillow underneath them. She moans, her moans getting quickly deeper and throatier with her neediness.

Char has never mentioned any kind of a fantasy with another woman, or with an anonymous lover, and so far I haven't brought another into their intimate supervision. But clearly, by the way Char's hips are eagerly grinding against the pillow, trying to grind against Madeline's finger, Char likes it. A lot. She's as eager, and needy, now as she's ever gotten with Warren. She moans out, squirming and shivering, and probably not yet thinking much about who is touching her pussy so skillfully. She's just hoping that she gets to climax before I make whoever it is stop.

I let Char cum, which takes all of a minute. As I knew it would, it has her pussy snap hard. This is one of, if not the, hardest snaps I've ever gotten from it, too. It squirts a thick stream of their mixed creams about to her knees. I didn't warn Madeline, and the squirt barely misses her. It gets a grin on her face, though. Char cries out the sweetest moan as she goes over the edge, and it's so loud that there's no mistaking it.

I stop Char. I untie Warren's feet, letting him think that I'm done with the pair now that both have cum. There's no way he missed Char's orgasm. She was far too noisy, and the thrash of her hips as she came shook the bed. I leave Warren's hands tied, as I guide him, the couple still blindfolded, up to his knees and scoot him around behind Char.

The pillow raises Char's hips up enough that, with his knees wide, the tip of his cock is at the outside of her slit. He could definitely slide into her like this, and I'd bet it's a position that neither has tried before. It's a little off the list of top-ten-tried positions. I open her lips, seeing her clit still lightly pulsing from the orgasm, her wetness flowing, and put the tip of his cock to her tunnel. I nudge him forward, slipping the head of his cock into her tunnel, stopping it with just enough of the shaft at the rim not to keep her tunnel wide, but to make sure that she feels the cock so close and ready to slide into her pussy. The stiffness should tell her that it's eager to. I wonder if she can tell that it's Warren's or if she might wonder if I have a couple here, not just a woman.

I hold Char's lips wide, letting me see everything. I nod to Madeline, letting her know to begin. She puts her hand to Warren's cock, feeling the mixed cum dried on it from last night, and closes her hand into the loosest grip. She strokes his shaft, her grip so light that her hand glides over his flesh and the skin of his cock, always loose, doesn't move much as she does. She strokes the full length of his stiffness, from letting her hand gently bump his pubes and balls at one end of the stroke, and just as gently bump Char's mound and clit at the other.

Char purrs a throaty and deep moan as her clit is bumped. Warren purrs a very sweet "um" as he feels the small, obviously feminine, hand stroking over his cock. His cock head feels the heat and wetness, but not the tightness, of Char's pussy. It's enough for him to know what his head is touching, and starting to slide into, and want to shove the rest of his cock into it. I keep a hand on his hip to make sure that he knows that's not happening. He squirms slightly as he kneels and lets Madeline stroke his cock.

It's not long before I hear the tension starting to creep into Warren's sweet purrs and I know that Madeline is doing the job her hand is meant to do. She's bringing Warren close to orgasm. By the gravelly moans growing in urgency, I suspect Char is feeling it, too.

I tell them what's happening. I sigh loudly. "I tried last night, and the two of you filthy perverts just couldn't manage to behave long enough to have sex like a polite married couple, so we won't be making that mistake again anytime soon. Now, since my bitch is ready to be bred, just do nothing, and it will all be done for you. I call this 'manual insemination.' It's the archaic version of a turkey baster insemination."

By now, Warren is already close to orgasm, and I can see it. I'm sure he understands that Madeline is going to make him cum. And that I'm not going to let his cock inside his wife's pussy as he does, but instead keep it where I have it so that his cum shoots into her tunnel without him getting to enjoy putting it there the traditional way. I'd bet Char understands that as well, that in hopes of her getting pregnant, which she wants to do, I'm giving her a second dose of cum this morning. I'm very sure, the way her deep moans are picking up, that she would prefer to have the dick as well as the cum. This time, her moans aren't constant as they were last night, they're more grunted, with a touch of squeal, each time Madeline's hand bumps her clit.

It takes Madeline about four minutes to make Warren cum, which is faster than I thought it would be. Warren, however, clearly likes her attention. I suspect he likes the unexpected, and taboo, idea of another woman touching his married cock, too. More so since his wife is involved and clearly enjoying it herself.

I hold his hips steady as he cums, feeling them buck sharply against my grip as he starts. I can feel a fresh buck with each spurt, too. I hear Char purr out a sweet "Ooh!" as she feels the cream squirting to the depths of her pussy. I let Madeline keep going until he's done, and then she uses her hand around his cock to back him off. A mere inch at his knees has his cock out of her pussy, still hard and pointing to it with a couple of drops of his cream weeping from the tip.

I leave him there, waiting a moment until his cock begins to soften. Then I type instructions out on my phone, and show them to Madeline. She nods. She puts her hands to Warren's hips to guide him. Still blindfolded, she lets her scoot him over to the edge. I tell him "Behave your perverted self while my slave takes you to the shower and cleans your filthy butt up. Oh, stop and let him use the potty, too, little boys suck at waiting."

Madeline doesn't answer. Her instructions were clear, not a sound, and not to let any of her body, other than her hands, touch Warren's body. He doesn't need to know that Madeline is a hair taller, but a few pounds lighter than his wife. Nor does he need to know that she has small breasts that barely rise from her chest. Or that she's only 18. Or that she's a blond with long hair and a pretty girl next door kind of face. And a very curvy body. All he needs to know is that whoever it is will be washing him.

While Madeline does that, leaving the door open and his hands bound behind his back, I pick out a set of clothes for him, and order a quick breakfast delivered. I don't see Char having time to cook this morning. Madeline leaves the bathroom door open so I can see that she's sat Warren on the toilet and patiently waits as he pees. I doubt he'll do more, especially if he realizes that his hands are bound and thus Madeline will have to clean him up. He doesn't.

Madeline brings him out in a little over twenty minutes, his teeth brushed, hair washed and combed, and freshly shaven smooth. I point her to the clothes on the dresser and tell her to dress him. I untie his hands, bringing them up and putting his palms to the top of his head and warning him that he does not move them. If needed, they will be moved for him. Madeline skillfully dresses him in a suit, including a tie, for work. I cuff his hands behind his back and, with him still blindfolded, we sit him on the edge of the bed.

I untie Char and she gets the same treatment, although picking a set of scrubs for her to wear isn't as much fun as picking clothes for him was. Scrubs are just too generic.

Once both are dressed, I leave them sit on the edge of the bed, without a word of why, and Madeline watching over them as I wait for breakfast to arrive. It makes them wait about two minutes, and then another three while I set out the table. I return, and Madeline takes Warren while I take Char, and we walk them to their dining table, sitting both in seats. I hand Madeline a bag with her breakfast to go, and as she leaves, I free their hands and take the blindfolds off.

For a moment, they both blink their eyes against the light. Then they catch sight of each other, now fully dressed, just as they were when I arrived last night, only now with shoes and socks on as well. Char glances to the clocks on the microwave and range, but I have both covered, so she can't see either. I tell them to sit and enjoy their breakfast. As they eat, I leave and remind them they still owe Lauren a check-in and schedules today. Char, a sultry purr in her voice, tells me that she has a lot to report this morning.