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Avril Summers avoided eye contact with the tall, dark-skinned male on her doorstep. She was afraid;
afraid that if he looked into her eyes he would see her need for him. Under normal circumstances,
she wouldn’t hide her feelings. Avril was thirty-seven, a divorcee and she enjoyed a healthy sex life
with some close male friends, but William was her daughter’s boyfriend.
“Fay says it was okay for me to call round and pick up some of my belongings,” he said quietly. “She
says she sent you an email to let you know that I was coming.”
She looked up at him quickly before turning away again. “I… I haven’t looked at my emails yet this
morning.” She answered as she stood back from the doorway to let him in.
“They arrived in Brisbane last night,” he told her, “well, Brisbane our time.” He corrected.
“They’re okay then?”
He nodded. “Seems like it. I’ll Skype her later.”
“I’ll get in touch with her later too.” She said apologetically.
Fay was twenty-one and had decided to take a gap-year from her medical studies with two other
fellow students.
“Just go straight upstairs,” she told him. “You know your way around.”
He smiled, and their eyes met momentarily before she felt that fear again and turned away. Their first
meeting had left an indelible imprint on her mind. She had returned home unexpectedly from a
business conference and had encountered him that morning in her kitchen. He was making coffee,
and he was stark naked. His body was toned and muscular and between his legs hung the biggest
penis that she had ever set her eyes upon. She had encountered a couple of Fay’s boyfriends in
similar circumstances in the past, but they had been decently dressed, and it was not plainly obvious
that they had stayed the night. That meeting with William three months earlier had left no doubt about
where he had slept that night.
The worse thing was that he wasn’t even embarrassed; in fact, he even cheekily offered to make her
a cup of coffee. When she shook her head, he calmly picked up the two cups and headed back to
Fay’s bedroom. She still felt embarrassed to admit that she watched him walk away with eyes fixed
on his firm, muscular buttocks. Avril had a thing about men’s bottoms. She liked a firm, solid bottom;
‘you need a good hammer to drive a long nail’ she used to say. Not only that, she had always
fantasised about being bedded by a black male, taken against her will, of course, and thoroughly
used!
She remembered becoming instantly jealous of her daughter, and there was still envy lurking inside
her. She had come back unexpectedly late at night from another trip a couple of weeks ago and had
to endure a night of listening to them having sex. Avril thought that she was very vocal when it came
to having sex but her daughter was much louder. Of course, she knew exactly the reason why.
He reappeared with a large carrier bag in his hand. He put it down on a kitchen chair and asked her if
it was okay to use her bathroom. She nodded her assent without paying attention to him. Her eyes
were drawn to the handle of a riding crop that was too large for the bag and was sticking out. She
gulped when she saw it, and her imagination went into overdrive. “What the f… do they get up to.”
She said softly.
She was very tempted to look into the bag and found herself attempting to take a step, but common
sense took over. Fay’s sex life was none of her business. William quickly reappeared and caught her
still gazing at the bag.
“You can borrow them, Avril, if you want?”
She started to stammer and shook her head when the words never came.
“It’s okay,” he responded. “Fay wouldn’t mind me lending them to you.”
She found herself looking up at him as she failed miserably to gain her composure. It took his hands
to clasp her shoulders to bring her back to reality. Now she found herself embarrassed. “There’s no
need to be embarrassed, “ he told her. “And there’s certainly no need to hold back from enjoying
things like that. These days the younger generation have no qualms about enjoying a full sex-life.”
She found herself smiling.
“You know that Fay and I have a very fluid relationship, don’t you?” he told her.
She smiled but said nothing.
“When you were her age you were expected to find a nice boy and settle down; raise a family and
everything. It’s a different age now. People marry later, and they have very few inhibitions about
indulging in other lifestyles before settling down.”
She found herself looking into his eyes. She felt vulnerable; she felt naked, and she felt embarrassed
once again. “Let me show you what I have?” He told her as he left her and picked up the bag.
He laid the riding crop on the table and then took out a pair of handcuffs and a large studded collar.
The collar immediately caught her attention. She had always wanted to wear one for the right man.
He took out the remaining items, but he picked up the collar and turned to her.
‘He knows,’ she thought to herself.
“Fay loves wearing this for me,” he told her as he stepped behind. “She is a very submissive girl.” He
told her as he unfastened it and began placing it around her neck.”
“You’ve never worn one of these before have
power. More importantly, she could feel the dampness between her thighs.
“The problem is that there are a lot of submissive timewasters out there too,” he told her. “Some
women just want to be titillated or indulged. I prefer the serious types; those who want a commitment
to the lifestyle. Fay is very serious about it.”
“Is she?”
“Yes.”
“In… in what way?”
“Well let me give you an example,” he told her. “You have boyfriends don’t you?”
“Y… yes.”
His hands suddenly reached round and clasped her breasts. “What are these in my hands?”
She laughed nervously. “My breasts.”
“You see that’s where the problem lies,” he told her. “They should be his breasts. His to touch; his to
look at and his to use whenever and wherever he wants to use them. They are also his to use
however he wants to; even to share them if he so chooses.”
She felt her knees wobble slightly.
“Do you see what I mean?”
“Yes.” She said very softly as a hand moved from her breast and ran down her body.
Avril knew instinctively where his hand was heading for as it moved slowly over her tummy. She
sighed as it alighted on her mound, not only pressing hard against it but also pulling her against his
groin. He was hard, and she could feel its huge manhood pressing against her bottom.
“And what is this?”
“It… it’s his.”
“I think you are getting the picture now Avril,” he spoke into her ear. “And because he owns it he can
what?”
“Touch it whenever he wants.”
“And what else?”
She cleared her throat. “Look at it and use it whenever and wherever he wants to.”
“And?”
“Use it however he wants to.”
“And?”
“Sh… share it.”
She felt his fingers pressing into the furrow separating her labia. “And did you share… “
“Fay’s?”
She remained silent.
“It belongs to me, Avril. I can do whatever I wish with it.”
Her legs trembled again as she waited for his next move but when he took his hands away it was to
unfasten the collar. Suddenly she felt naked as he took it off and put it back in the bag. He picked up
the pair of cuffs and showed them to her before putting them back in the bag as well, then he picked
up to leather cuff restraints that had chains attached to them. He held them up longer before putting
them away and then he picked up the riding crop. She knew that he could sense her vulnerability as
he held it up in both hands at eye level.
“Have… have you used that on Fay?” she asked after clearing her throat.
He smiled. “What do you think?”
It was obvious to Avril that he had used it on her. She tried not to visual it, but she couldn’t stop
herself. She couldn’t wipe away the vision of Fay being restrained in some way, naked and vulnerable
and at his mercy. He would be very masterful, very dominant and she had no doubt that it would also
be a very painful experience.
“This was actually given to me by a Lady,” he suddenly said breaking the awkward silence. “I mean a
titled Lady. You would probably recognise her name if I told you.”
“She… she likes that sort of thing?”
He smiled as he stepped closer. “A lot of ladies like that sort of thing, as you put it,” he responded
with a gleam in his eye. “Titled or not.”
Avril found herself swallowing hard as he stared into her eyes. “She’s part of the horsey set; into
badminton and gymkhanas, and all that. I used to get her alone in her stable and tie her down over a
bench or something and beat her over her riding britches.”
“She kept them on?”
He nodded. “She didn’t want any visible marks, and this will leave very visible marks.” He said
waiving the crop in the air.
“You never… “
“Fucked her?”
She nodded.
“Oh yes, I fucked her many times,” he told her. “Sometimes right after her beating and other times
when she came to my flat. She was my slut, you see.”
“Slut?”
William nodded. “Some women liked to have their slutty side brought out and developed.”
“Slutty side?”
He smiled. “Everyone has a side to them that they have to keep dark. I’m sure there are things
tucked away inside you that you keep hidden. Fantasies that you have, desires that you can’t for one
reason or another bring to the surface,” he answered. “I like to bring out and develop that side of a
woman.”
Avril remained silent as he looked into her eyes.
“There will be times when you lie in your bed thinking about these things as you play with yourself.
Times when you let go and enjoy an earth-shattering orgasm, but they are much better when you
have someone else to share them with.”
She had to look away. It was almost as if he could see right into her soul but he reached out and
touched her chin making her turn back and face him.
“You have something that you’d like to share with me don’t you, Avril?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
“You can tell me, Avril,” he told her. “I will help you bring them to life and enjoy them.”
She had no doubt that she would. No doubt whatsoever that if she told him he would bring her to a
level of excitement that she had never known before.
“Would you like to be my slut Avril?” he asked her. “With Fay away for a year I need someone to take
her place. I think you would be an ideal replacement.”
“B… but she’s my daughter,” she responded softly. “It… it wouldn’t be right.”
William reached out and stroked the back of her neck. “She wouldn’t mind,” he told her. “I’ve already
told you that we have a fluid relationship. It isn’t as though we are boyfriend and girlfriend.”
She was silent for a few moments as she considered his proposition. “When you say slut, what
exactly do you mean?”
“I think you know exactly what I mean, Avril,” he responded. “I think that you would enjoy being my
fuck slut; being available for my use whenever and however I want. I can see it in your eyes, Avril. It
is written all over your face. Deep down inside you are a slut and that all this time you have been
looking for the right man to come along and use you like one.”
Her eyes looked away. “Would you share me?”
He turned her head to face him. “Most probably,” he answered. “But you want to be shared don’t you,
Avril. I bet in there is a gangbang fantasy lurking around just waiting to be brought to the surface.”
She tried looking away again, but he wouldn’t let her.
“You have to be honest with me, Avril if I’m going to go to work on you properly.”
Suddenly she found herself with her head resting on his shoulders and her arms around his waist.
His arms responded enveloping her body and holding her close against him.
“You’re right,” she said softly. “I… I need you.”
“You want to be my slut then?” He said as his hand dropped down to her bottom.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I do, but you’ll have to teach me how to be one.”
He kissed her. For the first time, their lips met. “The first thing I need from you Avril is commitment
and obedience.”
She looked him in the eye, and for the first time, she felt no fear. “You have it… Master.”
He smiled. “Good,” he responded with satisfaction. “The first thing I want to do with my slut is to
inspect what belongs to me.”
She felt her face flush as she stepped back and lifted her hands to the top of her blouse. Suddenly
her fingers hesitated at the first button. “Perhaps Master would prefer to rip the clothes off his slut?”
A smile lit his face, and his tongue licked his lips. “Master can be very rough when he wants to be,
slut.”
“I would expect nothing less from a real Master.”
William swallowed as his hands moved swiftly to her breasts.

William’s hands gripped the lapels of her turquoise blouse as he stared into her eyes. His dark brown
eyes were penetrating and threatening. Suddenly a smile lit his face and he released them and turned
away. Avril watched nervously as he reached inside the bag and took out the handcuffs. ‘He’s going
to restrain me,’ she said to herself.
Moments later he stood behind her and snapped one cuff into place on a wrist followed by the other.
She had never been cuffed before, and suddenly she felt very vulnerable as he stood facing her
again. With her hands free at least she had a chance to defend herself and push him away, but she
couldn’t do that now. She was defenceless. She began to wonder just what exactly he might be
capable of. Fay knew. Her daughter had been his lover for a while now, but she had no idea what the
man looking into her eyes was really capable of. Her fantasies of being ravaged and used by a black
male were now becoming a reality, and she felt quite faint.
He smiled as his hands gripped her lapels again; the next sound she heard was the tearing of cotton
and the popping of buttons. The blouse had cost her just under forty pounds a couple of weeks ago
and now it d****d over her shoulders like a torn rag.
He moved away again and went to a kitchen drawer and took out a large pair of scissors. She
gasped as he returned to face her and began to cut away at the sleeves. It was wanton destruction of
a beautiful garment. Moments later it lay in bits on the floor. He smiled again at her for a moment and
then slipped the blades of the scissors down the front of her bra and between the strap supporting its
cups. With one snip they were separated. Next, she felt the cold blades against her collarbone as it
slipped under a strap. Another snip and the bra fell away from her breast and then a further snip of
the remaining strap sent the garment falling around her waist.
The next time she felt the cold blade against her skin was when he stood behind her. He could easily
have unhooked he bra with his fingers, but instead, he used the scissors to send it tumbling to the
floor. She next felt his cold fingers running down her spine to the waistband of her blue and white
patterned midi length skirt. Even in the sale, it had been an expensive purchase. “Oh no,” she sighed
as his hand slipped down the back of her skirt.
He could have unbuttoned and then unzipped it, but instead, he used the scissors to cut from the
waist right down to the hem. She felt a tremor of fear running through her body, but it was quickly
followed by one of excitement as she looked down and saw it at her feet. She knew what was coming
next. All that was left to strip away from her were her matching blue lace panties. He could have
pushed them down over her thighs and to the floor. Any other man would have done just that; all
other men got a thrill from doing it and exposing her nakedness but not William. He had a sadistic
streak within as well as a pair of scissors in his hand. Moments later her ruined panties joined the rest
of her clothing in a heap at her feet.
“Those clothes cost a lot of money.” She said softly as she looked down at the devastation in front of
her.
“Those clothes cost a lot of money, Master,” he corrected, with a beaming smile. “And anyway you
asked for it to be done.”
“Those clothes cost a lot of money, Master.” She repeated meekly.
He smiled again as he looked her up and down. It was slow and deliberate as he t
She shook her head. “No Master.”
“You will enjoy it.”
Again her thoughts momentarily turned to Fay. She considered asking the question, but she quickly
put it out of her mind. Suddenly his hands gripped her waist, and he lifted her off her feet and then
spun her round to the end of the kitchen table. She admired his strength as he placed her down on
the edge of it. “Feet up and legs spread.” He told her.
She balanced precariously on the edge using her cuffed hands as support while he touched her sex.
She was very aroused, and he smiled as he pushed three fingers deep inside. “You’re very tight
aren’t you Avril,” he told her. “Not used to big thick cocks hey?”
She gave a silent shake of the head.
“Well, we will have to do something about that won’t we Avril.” He said with a smile.
She felt threatened by his use of the plural. It was an affirmation that he was going to be sharing her
in the future but as well as fear she also felt excited as his fingers moved in and out of her with ease
and with pleasure. He continued for a few moments as he kissed her and then he pulled his fingers
away and pressed them to her lips. Avril had never done anything like this before, but she found
herself opening her lips to receive his fingers glistening with her juices. “There’s a good little slut.” He
told her.
She licked and sucked on his fingers for a few more minutes, and then he pulled them away from
her. “Have you ever been with a woman Avril?”
She quickly shook her head. William smiled. “We’ll have to do something about that as well won’t we
Avril?”
She just looked at him.
“Won’t we Avril?”
This time she nodded her head. “Yes, Master.”
He smiled again and kissed her. “That’s a good slut,” he said softly. “I hate to hear the word no Avril,
and I would hate to have to punish you for it.”
She felt her body shake from a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. His fingers returned to her
sex, and he inserted them again. “I was going to beat you first my slut and then fuck you afterwards,
but I think I’ll fuck you first and then beat you.” He told her as he pulled away.
Avril had seen quite a few erections in her time of many shapes and sizes, but when he dropped his
trousers, she gasped at his size and thickness. She thought it was monstrous when she had seen it
when flaccid, but this was something else. Stripped from the waist down he stood closer to her with
his firm cock in his hand. The expression on her face told him all he needed to know, and as he
pressed it against her opening, he gripped the back of her neck. “It’s okay,” he told her. “I’ll be gentle.”
He said as he pressed forward.
It filled her slowly. She looked down watching its hard dark-skinned flesh slowly enter her. She also
felt it stretching her in a way that she had never know before. When the last of his flesh disappeared
inside her, he then began to withdraw it. It was slow, and this time it reappeared glistening with her
juices. He withdrew it until it was almost out and then he repeated the process, but this time she
found her eyes looking into his. There was another smile on his face, but this was a different kind of
smile. She had seen it before when a man entered her for the first time. It was a smile of relief in
finally getting to this stage of their relationship and also of conquest. William’s smile though was much
broader than any other she had seen.
Their lips met as he began to increase his entry and withdrawal movements and then as his thrusts
got harder and more forceful he pressed his lips against her ear. “Now you’re beginning to experience
exactly what your daughter does.”
She groaned and pulled on her bonds in the hope of slapping his shoulders, but they couldn’t move.
William smiled once more as he pushed her onto her back and gripped her waist. “Oh no.” She
gasped as he began to ruthlessly pound her.
Her fantasy was real now. She was being ravished; she was being taken and used. Her hands were
bound behind her back, and the tall, muscular black male that had paid her a visit earlier was fucking
her and using her for his pleasure. She screamed, and she shouted as orgasm after orgasm hit her.
She yelped at the firm hand slapping her thigh hard, and she yelled back at him every time he called
her a whore and a fuck slut. Then, when the pounding came to a halt, she lay still and silent regaining
her breath as his seed settled deep with her.
When she opened her eyes and looked up, she saw him smiling at her again. It was a smile of
satisfaction; a smile of accomplishment. For a moment she hated him; hated him for using her the
way he had; hated him for giving so much pleasure. She wanted to curse him; wanted to swear at him
for what he had done but when he leaned over and kissed her she thanked him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he told her as he kissed her again. “I like a vocal woman.”
She returned an embarrassed smile.
“Fay is very vocal too.”
She didn’t want to hear that. She didn’t want to know any details of her daughter’s sex life, but it was
unavoidable seeing how she was fucking the same man.
“And Fay loves being fucked in quick succession just like I am going to fuck you now.” He told her as
he began to move his hardness in and out of her again.
“Oh no,” she cried out. “Please no.”
“Oh yes,” he contradicted. “My little fuck whore. Everything I do with her I am going to do with you
too.”
Avril cried out again, but this time it was as another orgasm hit her.
It was a while before they disengaged. This time when he had cum inside her his cock went flaccid,
and it slipped out of her. Again he had a smile of satisfaction as she stood between her legs with his
huge hands on her knees keeping them wide apart. It was almost as if he was inspecting his
workmanship. One of her regular lovers had once told her that he could always tell when his wife had
been fucked by someone else. ‘The labia is always much redder and quite swollen after sex. It can
sometimes take a few hours to go back to normal.’ They had an open marriage, and they often
shared details of their encounters. After he had told her that she sometimes inspected herself after
sex and become aroused again as she recalled the fucking that she had just received.
“What are you thinking?” She asked him.
He laughed. “I was just thinking how good a pussy looks after it has just been fucked,” he told her. “I
love seeing those puffed out lips and all my seed oozing out.”
She smiled. “Do you look at all your women like that afterwards?” She found herself asking.
“Sometimes,” he responded. “And before you ask, yes I do at look at Fay’s like that too.”
“I… I wasn’t even thinking that.”
He smiled at her as his fingers began to touch her sex. Avril found herself closing her eyes as he
slipped some inside. When he pulled them out she opened them again to see him holding them up;
they were covered with his creamy cum. She knew what was coming next even before he moved his
hand closer to her face. She had never done such a thing before, but she knew that deep down inside
William had a level of depravity that no other man she had known had. Her mouth automatically
opened for him.
“And yes, she loves doing this too.”
Her eyes widened as she sucked on his fingers and tried to dispel images of Fay doing the same.
“I like the taste too,” he said taking her by surprise as he withdrew his fingers. “But only if it is another
man’s cum.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he started to lift her from the table to stand on her feet. “Time
for your punishment now.” He told her as he picked the bag and led her out of the kitchen.
In the dining room, he walked her to the end of the table and made her lie face down. She watched
as he took out the cuffs with chains attached and moved back behind her. She quickly realised what
they were for as he knelt down and began fastening the cuffs around her ankles. Moments later with
the chains looped around the table legs and secured to the cuffs she found herself bound.
“This is how Fay prefers it,” He told her as his hand ran over her bottom and between her legs. “She
used to prefer the riding crop until I introduced her to the joys of a nice firm hairbrush.”
“Mine.” She gasped.
He laughed as he gave her bottom a playful slap and walked away. A few minutes later he returned
with the heavy wooden hairbrush that always sat on her dressing table. His cock had hardened now,
no doubt revived by the thought of punishing her. She turned her head to rest sideways as stood at
the side of the table. There was that smile on his face again as he held the brush tightly in his right
hand. He held his gaze for a few moments as if prolonging the torture and then ran his hand through
her hair. “Every girl needs a strong daddy figure in her life, Avril.” He told her.
She moaned softly.
“Fay does,” he told her. “She has been over this table so many times Avril just like you are now. She
loves to be punished by her daddy when she’s been a naughty girl Avril. I have a feeling you will too.”
She saw his arm rise into the air with his hand clenching the handle of the brush and she closed her
eyes. “Yes, daddy.” She said meekly as his arm came down.

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