Chapter 3 - Autobiography of a Muscle Lover
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



My life in Mistress Monica's house, a visit from my aunt and a training
session with the mistress leaves me a happy man. I've embarked on a life
changing experience. This is my story.

That evening, my first at Mistress Monica's, after Jamie and I returned from
the mattress store and the boutique, we all had dinner in the dining area
adjacent to the kitchen.

Olivia is a wonderful cook and the conversation was light. I had so many
questions, but so did Olivia, Jamie and Mistress Monica.

"May I ask how the three of you came to live together?" I asked looking at
each woman. "As you know, Craig," Monica said, "I'm a dominatrix and cater to
wealthy and influential clientele. They pay well for my services and I give
them their monies worth. Some are in to straight domination, some foot fetish,
bondage, spanking, wrestling, and there's been a growing demand for muscle
worship. Olivia's boyfriend at the time was in to domination. That's where I
came to meet Liv."

"Randy liked me to wear leather or latex and flog his ass with a short whip or
crop," Olivia said, "He's a guitarist for a metal band and once when he was
home from a tour, he called Mistress Monica to do a threesome. I learned so
much from mistress when she began our session that I knew I had to have her."
Monica laughed. "It was evident from the start that Olivia had a crush on me,"
Monica said, "She couldn't keep her hands off of me and the threesome quickly
turned in to a twosome. I was facesitting her boyfriend when Liv began playing
with my tits and kissing me."

Olivia laughed and said, "I admit, I admit, I got carried away, but Mistress
Monica got so distracted that she nearly smothered poor Randy. He actually
passed out." "I thought I was going to crush his skull," Monica said, "anyway,
I realized in time that he had stopped breathing and I got off of him."

"He came round a few minutes later," Olivia said, "and you know what he said,"
and I shook my head. She smiled and said, "He said that that was the best
facesitting experience he had ever had. That it was 'intense'. That's the word
he used, 'intense'. I left him a few days later because all he could do was
talk about Mistress Monica and all I could do was think about her." Monica
took Olivia's hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it. "So sweet,"
Monica said, "That was four years ago."

"And what about you," I asked Jamie, "How did you wind up here at Mistress
Monica's?" Jamie looked from Monica to me and said, "Mistress Monica rescued
me from an abusive relationship. My boyfriend would beat me and humiliate me
in front of his friends, he was in a motorcycle gang, I'm not sure I have to
say more." A tear ran down her cheek.

"Jamie's boyfriend and two of his friends came in to a caf' I was at," Monica
said. "The owner is a friend of mine and had had these three in there before
causing trouble and frightening the patrons, but this time Jamie was with
them." "Rocky was taking drugs," Jamie continued, "and wanted me to get on one
of the tables and do a table dance for them. It was humiliating."

"So, what did you do?" I asked Jamie. She looked at Monica who said, "I first
politely asked the three of them to leave and when one of them grabbed my
wrist, I broke his arm. My friend quickly got all of his patrons outside. It
was then that Rocky pulled a knife and tried to stab me. I broke his wrist and
took the knife away from him. The third guy ran off." "She makes it sound like
it was nothing at all, but Rocky and his buddies are real 'kick-ass' biker
dudes. Anyway, I had nowhere else to go, so Mistress Monica took me in," Jamie
said, "I owe her my life."

"What about you, Craig, how did Mistress Monica find you?" Olivia asked.
"Actually it was I who found her," I said, "I nearly ran into her at a party."
"And you fell madly in love?" Jamie asked. Monica shot Jamie a stern look and
said, "In some storybook fantasy world, no, Craig discovered that he loved my
muscles, didn't you, Craig?" "I had never met anyone like Mistress Monica
before," I said, and Olivia interrupted and said, "Nor will you ever again,"
and I smiled, and continued, "and my life wasn't going anywhere except for
school. Roy gave me one of her cards, so I called her."

"I think Craig will be a good fit to our house, don't you," Monica asked. "I
do," Olivia answered right away and Monica turned to Jamie who said slyly,
"I'll see how good of a fit he is," and all the girls laughed.

We talked well into the night. 'This is so strange,' I thought at some point,
'I must be dreaming, sitting here with three gorgeous women, one of which
exuded power and strength.' It was shortly after that Jamie asked, "Are you
ready, Craig?" She took my hand and led me to her room, but not before Olivia
said, "Sleep tight, you two," and Mistress Monica said, "Go easy on him,
Jamie; you don't want to scare him off."

Jamie's room was similar to mine but with feminine touches, like a pink
bedside lamp and a pink down comforter on the bed. She shut the door behind us
and came to me unbuttoning my shirt and trousers. "I see that you met Tran,"
Jamie said as she ran a hand over my now hairless genitals. "Yes," I said,
"that hurt like hell," and she laughed. "I can imagine having balls and a
penis like this," Jamie said fondling my scrotum, "but you'll get used to it."

"Aren't you going to undress?" I asked. "You do it," she said, and I slowly
removed her top and then her shorts. "Sit down," she said and gently pushed me
onto the edge of the bed. "I'm going to show you something and I don't want to
freak you out," Jamie said, standing in front of me. She watched me as she
lowered her panties. As they slid down her thighs I saw her clit. It was
perhaps two-inches long. I looked up into her face and she smiled. I smiled
back. Neither my aunts nor Mistress Monica's clit was this big.

"Am I a freak?" she asked. "Oh, no, Jamie, you're not a freak," I said, "May
I?" and reached out to touch it after she gave a quick nod. I slowly ran my
finger the length of her clit. "Hmm," she said, "I like that." I lightly
grasped it between my index finger and thumb and stroked it as Zoe did to me
at the boutique. "Oh, yes!" Jamie exclaimed softly, and I could almost feel
her clit harden between my fingers.

I bent forward and kissed her clit and then took it between my lips. She put
her hands on either side of my head. "Gently, Craig, gently," and began to
slowly thrust her hips. She climaxed minutes later and pulled my face away
from her genitals and bent down and gave me a kiss, exploring my mouth with
her tongue. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Thank you," and pushed me
back onto the bed and climbed on top of my chest.

"I've always been embarrassed with my clit until I came to live with Mistress
Monica," she said, "I thought for a long time that that is why Rocky beat me,
and that I was getting what I deserved, I had no self-esteem, but now I love
my big clit." "I do too, Jamie," I said. She smiled and moved forward on her
knees until I could suck her clit. She had one more orgasm and collapsed on
top of me.

A couple of minutes passed as I held her in my arms. She moved her head and
whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for me?" "Uh, huh," I said, and she sat up
once again on her knees, this time straddling my hips and my erection. She
lowered herself onto me, engulfing my penis. She rose up and then lowered
herself once more and repeated this quickening the pace. I didn't last long
with her riding me. I climaxed a second before she did and once again she lay
on top of me.

"Let me know when you're ready to go again, baby," she said softly in my ear.
And so it was for the rest of the night. We fell asleep in the wee hours of
the morning and woke and had sex one more time.

"We need to get ready and clean the house," Jamie said with renewed energy. I
watched as she bounded from bed and padded to the bathroom. I glanced at the
clock which read seven o'clock. Once she was in the shower I stood in front of
the toilet and relieved myself. She pulled the sliding glass door to the
shower aside and watched me for a minute. "I wish I could do that," Jamie
said. "Jamie, I'm happy with you the way you are," I said, "I wouldn't want
you to be like a man."

When she was finished I took a shower in her bathroom although the floral
scent of the body wash was not what I would have preferred. By the time I had
dried, Jamie had dressed and left the bedroom.

I found her in the living room and helped her clean the house; dusting,
vacuuming, wiping the baseboards. "Come with me," she said and I followed her
to Mistress Monica's bedroom. There Jamie gathered clothes from a hamper as I
looked around the room. It was three times the size of my room and besides a
bed and usual bedroom furniture; it had a padded table with what looked like
restraints attached to it. Jamie handed me an armful of clothes and said,
"Mistress Monica likes to practice her techniques here," touching the table.
She then went to a wall cabinet and opened the double doors so that I could
see inside. An assortment of riding crops, cat-of-nine-tails, dildos, gags,
handcuffs, shackles and vibrators were neatly displayed. "Mistress Monica does
like her toys," Jamie said and shut the doors. We then went to Olivia's room
and collected the laundry as well as that in Jamie's.

Jamie separated the laundry and put it in the washer. 'Lots of panties, shorts
and leggings,' I thought. Then we went to the patio where Jamie removed her
shorts and top and began to wipe off the tables and chairs while I cleaned off
the chaise lounges and began to hose down the deck. "It's hot, Craig," Jamie
said, "Why don't you take off your shorts?" I was wearing a pair of gym shorts
and an old T-shirt. I stripped them off and the sun did feel good on my body
as I finished hosing the deck and began to brush the sides of the pool. Jamie
went inside to put the load of wash she had started into the dryer and begin a
new load.

"You look like you're making yourself right at home," Mistress Monica said
from behind me. I stopped brushing the pool and turned. She was wearing a pair
of sweat soaked shorts and no top. Rivulets of sweat ran down her tanned
breasts, droplets falling from her nipples to the pool deck. She kicked off
her cross-trainers and slid her shorts down her muscular legs and stepped out
of them and tossed them to me with a giggle, then dove into the pool.

I watched as she swam first one lap and then another. By the time she was on
her third lap, Jamie had returned. Seeing me holding Monica's shorts, she
snatched them from my hands and said, "I can put these in the load I just put
on," and jogged back to the house. I turned my attention back to Monica who
was on her fifth or sixth lap.

Monica finished her swim and climbed the steps from the pool. "Get a towel,
Craig," she said. I retrieved one from the shelf by the cabana. She held her
hands up and said, "Dry me." I did as I was told and began drying her back,
working my way down passed her rock hard butt and on to those magnificent
legs. I was kneeling as I brushed the water from her calves. "It's time I met
your aunt," she said, "tell her to come for dinner tonight." "But, what if she
can't make it," I asked. Monica turned and merely stared down at me. 'This was
a woman who was accustomed to getting her way and not being denied what she
asked for or wanted,' I thought as soon as I had said it.

She squatted in front of me and I instinctively covered my groin area with the
towel. Monica reached out and placed a hand flat on my sternum and gave a deep
throaty chuckle and said, "I can feel your heart rate climbing, Craig, are you
nervous?" Caught off guard, I nodded. "You should be," she said softly, "I
could drive my fingers through your chest and rip your sternum out if I
wanted, did you realize that?" I nodded. "Good, I thought you did, but I
wanted to remind you who is in control here," she said, "Now call your aunt
and ask her, no, tell her to come to dinner tonight, do you understand?" I
nodded quickly, my eyes never leaving her face.

She took the towel out of my hands and we both stood as Jamie came back. She
looked between Monica and me and asked, "Is everything alright, mistress?"
"Everything is fine, baby," Monica said, "would you please tell Olivia we're
having a guest for dinner tonight, Craig's aunt will be joining us." "Sure,
mistress," and she turned to the house.

"I look forward to meeting your Aunt Bonnie, Craig," Mistress Monica said,
"I'm sure she wants to meet the woman who her nephew works for."

I called Aunt Bonnie and she said she would be delighted to come for dinner
much to my relief. I gave her the address and when she asked if she could
bring anything, I said that wouldn't be necessary. She asked if she should get
dressed up or if it would be casual. 'Interesting question,' I thought, 'it
could be clothing optional', but I said, "It will be casual, Aunt Bonnie."

Bonnie buzzed the intercom at the gate. "Just a minute," I said, and pushed
the button to open it. I stood on the front porch waiting as she parked in
front. "I didn't think I was ever going to hear from you again, Craig," Bonnie
said, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "I can't tell you how surprised I was to
find out that you no longer lived in the dorm at school." "I was waiting to
get settled in," I told her, "Mistress Monica was eager to meet you." She
turned quickly. "Mistress Monica," she said emphasizing the word, 'mistress.'
I nodded. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from her," Bonnie asked. I nodded
again. By this time we were just inside the foyer.

"How much have you told her about us," Bonnie asked. "I've told her
everything," I said. "You don't mean us having ... " and she stopped in
mid-sentence looking deep into my eyes. "Yes," I said, "I told her about our
having sex." "Oh!" she said, "She probably thinks I ... " "What, Bonnie,"
Mistress Monica said, "seduced your nephew?" and Monica laughed. Bonnie turned
quickly to see Monica no more than a few feet away.

Monica wore black spandex leggings and a sleeveless top that ended just below
her breasts. The legging fell well short of her navel revealing her washboard
abdominals and the sleeveless top her massive arms. She had on 3-inch heels
which meant that she towered over Bonnie. She extended a hand and said, "It's
good to finally meet you, Craig has told me so much about you." Bonnie shook
hands and I saw her eye squint, 'from pain?' I wondered. Bonnie smiled.

Bonnie tore her eyes away from Monica and looked around the foyer and the
house. "Come, let me show you around," Monica said and turned to lead the way.
I couldn't help but admire Monica's butt as we followed her down the corridor.
For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Monica showed Aunt Bonnie the house
including my room. "I can't tell you what a help Craig has been around here,"
Monica said, "he helps Jaime care for the house and takes care of the pool.
Please, this way and I'll introduce you to Olivia and Jamie." Bonnie and I
followed Monica into the kitchen area where Olivia had set the table for
dinner.

Mistress Monica made the introductions. "Please, have a seat, we're rather
informal here," Monica said, as everyone except Olivia took our places at the
table. "I understand from Craig that, your house is, how would I say, informal
as well," Monica said. Bonnie looked from Monica to me and back to Monica.
"It's true, until Craig came to live with me," Bonnie said, "I had been alone
and accustomed to being, as you say, 'informal'." Olivia began to serve the
meal. "Is that how it came that you and Craig began to have sex?" Monica
asked. I glanced at my aunt who blushed. "Yes, I'm afraid it is," she said,
"Don't get me wrong, the sex was wonderful, but I regret seducing my nephew."

"I'm sure it was," Monica said, "I don't judge when it comes to having sex. As
far as Craig providing wonderful sex, Jaime would know better than I," and my
aunt looked at Jaime. "Craig is a good lover; caring, sweet, and gentle,"
Jamie said, "He just needs to work on his staying power." Now it was my turn
to blush.

"We'll work on that, won't we Craig," Monica asked. "Yes, mistress," I said,
shooting Jaime a look. "I never had a problem with Craig's performance,"
Bonnie said, "he always satisfied me." Monica smiled and said, "I'm sure he
did, Bonnie, but I need my men to last an hour or more and service me four or
five times a day if I want." "Four or five times a day," Bonnie asked,
"Really?" "Yes," Monica said, "I masturbate or have sex about four or five
times a day, I have a very active sex life." My aunt turned and looked at me.
"He's not ready yet," Monica said, "but soon," and she smiled at me.

"Will you be going back to school next week?" my aunt asked, changing the
subject thankfully. "Yes," I said, "I'll go back." "And what about Linda,"
Bonnie asked. 'I didn't really want Linda's name brought up,' I thought, but I
said, "I'm done with Linda, Aunt Bonnie. She's nice and all, but I found that
I'm interested in more than what she has to offer." I put it as nice as I
could have. Bonnie looked at each of the women, Olivia as well since she
joined us at the table.

"Craig has found that he prefers muscular women, Bonnie," Monica said, "I call
it 'muscle lust' and there's nothing wrong with that. He has an active libido
and he should develop it. Linda wouldn't fulfill his desires, physically or
sexually." "I just didn't want Linda to get hurt, she's such a sweet girl,"
Aunt Bonnie said. "I'm sure Craig will let her down gently," Monica said, as
we finished our meal.

"Let me show you the pool area," Monica said, pushing back from the table.
Aunt Bonnie and I followed Monica outside. The night was warm, the moon full.
"You have a gorgeous house, Monica," Bonnie said, looking at the pool. Monica
edged closer to my aunt and said softly, "Please, it's Mistress Monica."
Bonnie turned and looked up into Monica's eyes. "Mistress," Bonnie said softy.
Monica smiled and said equally as soft, "Yes, Mistress Monica," and wrapped
her arms around my aunt and drew her to her body. If my aunt resisted, I
didn't notice. Bonnie looked up into Monica's face and Monica kissed her full
on the lips.

I stood and watched as Monica ran her hand down the back of Bonnie's pants and
cupped one of her buttocks. "So soft," Monica said softly, "feel my ass." My
aunt ran her right hand across Monica's spandex covered butt. Watching my aunt
and Mistress Monica embrace was turning me on.

"Feel how hard it is," Monica said and I could see her tense her gluteus
beneath her leggings. Now Monica put a foot on one of the lounge chairs and
told my aunt, "Look at my thighs, baby, see the muscles, you can see them
through my leggings." Monica ran a hand over her flexed quad as Bonnie
watched. "Are you getting wet watching me?" Mistress Monica asked. Bonnie
nodded and Monica chuckled. "Uh-huh," Monica said, "Why don't you take those
slacks off and let me see that pussy of yours." Bonnie quickly unsnapped her
pants and slipped out of her shoes and then stepped out of her pants. Now with
only a pair of panties on, Monica ran her hand over my aunt's mound.

"You are wet," Monica commented, removing her foot from the chaise. With a
grasp on either side of my aunt's panties, Monica ripped them from her pelvis.
She fingered Bonnie's clit and I watched as my aunt stiffened at Monica's
touch. Monica merely smiled and then brought her moistened finger to her lips.

Monica slipped off her heels and told Bonnie, "Remove my leggings." Bonnie got
to her knees before Monica and peeled the spandex leggings from her massive
thighs and then down her calves. Now kneeling before the muscular amazon,
Monica said, "Lap my pussy, baby," and stood with her feet apart. My aunt shot
me a quick glance and Monica quickly grabbed Bonnie by the chin and thrust her
pubis forward. "Lap me!" she said, letting go of her chin. As I watched Bonnie
began to suck on Monica's clit. "Harder!" Monica said, "Suck me harder!"
Monica held my aunts hair and thrust her, keeping Bonnie's mouth against her
vagina. This continued for what seemed like a long time until finally Monica
stiffened and Bonnie began to gag.

Monica finally let go of Bonnie's hair and as she pulled away, I could see
that her lip was bleeding, bruised and already puffy. Monica put her fingers
to her clit and a final stream of cum shot forth on to Bonnie's cheek and
shoulder. My aunt seemed not to notice, but swallowed what she had in her
mouth and was gasping for breath. I helped her to her feet.

Mistress Monica stepped back into her heels not bothering to put her leggings
back on. She placed one hand on the side of Bonnie's cheek and kissed her full
on the lips slipping her tongue deep into my aunt's mouth. "Thank you, baby,"
Monica said once she broke off the kiss, "I needed that, I see you enjoyed
yourself."

I looked at my aunts puffy lip and thought, 'She doesn't look like she enjoyed
herself,' but then I followed Monica's gaze down to the puddle of cum on the
pool deck where Bonnie had been kneeling. My aunt had climaxed as well as
Mistress Monica. Through her bleeding and puffy lip, she managed to smile and
said, "Thank you, mistress, thank you very much." Monica chuckled and put a
hand to the side of my aunt's face and ran her thumb lightly over Bonnie's
lips. Bonnie kissed her thumb.

"Get dressed, my pet," Monica told my aunt, "I'll walk you to the door." I
steadied my aunt as she stepped into her pants and snapped them shut. Her
panties still lay in a heap on the pool deck. She looked somewhat presentable
with the exception of her lip.

We walked through the house to the front door. "I hope to see you again,
mistress," Bonnie said, "take good care of Craig." Monica kissed her lightly
on the cheek. "I will see you again, Bonnie," Monica said, "and as far as
taking care of Craig, I will and he'll be a better lover with some training."
She stole a glance at me.

Aunt Bonnie and I said our good-byes and I closed the door behind her. When I
turned Monica asked, "Did you think I was cruel to your aunt?" "No, mistress,
I think she wanted to make love to you all along," I said. "And do you?" she
asked. "Very much so, mistress," I replied.

There was a pause as she looked at me. "Come with me," she said and set off in
the direction of her bedroom. We were no sooner through the door than she
turned and said, "Get undressed and lay on the table, Craig." I looked at the
padded table I had seen when I helped Jaime clean mistress' room before and
back at Monica. "Don't worry, baby, Mistress Monica has something special
planned for you, now get undressed and on the table." I did and she wrapped
padded cuffs to my wrists and ankles. My arms were out from my body and my
feet spread about shoulder width apart and also restrained. There was a soft
hum and the table began to rise. As it did, Monica crossed her arms in front
of her and lifted her top over her head.

"I wanted you to be restrained to my table so that you wouldn't play with
yourself, sweetie," she said, "other men and women have watched me and not
been able to resist." She went to an audio system in an armoire and put on
some soft music. Her hips began to sway to the music. I was flaccid, but I
knew I wouldn't be for long.

From her dresser, she picked up a plastic bottle and squeezed a bit of scented
oil into the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together and then began to
massage her body, beginning with her ankles, shins and calves. As she massaged
her calves, she turned so that I could see them and her anus and pussy as she
bent. My cock was becoming hard.

She finished with her hamstrings and turned back to face me. She relaxed her
quads and then snapped them taught, first one leg, and then the other. "Do you
see the striations in my quads, baby?" she asked and I could only nod. "I love
to feel my muscles, massage them and trace my thick veins with a finger,"
Monica said, "Sometimes I push on the vein and you can see the blood back up
from where I press," and she selected a thick vein running to her groin and
pressed. The vein swelled to nearly twice the size.

My penis was now nearly fully erect and Monica said, "I see you like me to
play with my muscles, Craig." I nodded and she tightened her abs. Her normal
'six pack' crunched to an 'eight pack', her navel all but disappearing into a
crevasse of muscle. She relaxed and squeezed more oil from the bottle in her
palms and rubbed the liquid onto her abs. Once again she contracted her
washboard stomach and continued to rub. "Have you ever seen a woman, an
amazon," she corrected, "with abs of steel?" she asked. I shook my head, and
she laughed relaxing her muscles.

Cupping her breasts she ran her index fingers around each areola, her nipples
stiffening under her touch. "Hmm," she said as I watched, riveted to her
performance, "my nipples are so hard, I could hurt you with them, would you
like that?" I shook my head and softly said, "No." She smiled. As her hips
swayed, she approached me, tethered to the upright table. Grasping the edge of
the table she brought her swollen right nipple against my chest and it was as
if she held a rivet against me. She pressed and I could feel my skin and
muscle indent. "Mistress, please," I pleaded and she smiled as she stepped
back and resumed swaying to the music.

I was fully erect as she turned her back to me once more and did a double
bicep pose that made her back muscles jump. Putting her hands on her narrow
waist, she moved her elbows towards her front and her back spread wide, her
broad shoulders pumped.

Monica turned and brought her arms in front of her in a 'crab' pose as her
trapezius flared and bulged. Her power was awesome and I needed to cum.
"Mistress, pleas, I ... " and she held up a hand. "Not yet, wimp, the show has
only begun," she said.

She balled her fist and pumped her arm, her bicep exploding. "Eighteen, maybe
nineteen inches," she said, "and you know, I love to show them off." "Ohh," I
said softly as I thought I strained to break free of my bindings and pleasure
myself. She chuckled and disappeared from my field of vision.

When she returned, she had a huge vibrator. A foot long and I would guess
four-inches around; she turned it on and held the tip against the head of my
penis. "Do you like that, baby," she asked. "Uh-huh," I said and she removed
it. "If I held it there any longer, you'd cum and I don't want your goo all
over my toy," she said.

"Would you like me to show you what I do with my little toy here, sweetie?"
she asked. "Uh-huh," I said again. "I'm still wet from your aunt sucking me
off," she said as she brought the humming tip of the shaft in contact with her
vagina, "so this little baby will slide right in." She slowly inserted the
rubberized shaft. My cock was rock hard and I knew I needed to stroke myself.

Once the vibrator was perhaps half way in, about six-inches, Monica put her
hands on her hips and appeared to tighten her abs. "Watch this, baby, watch
what your muscle mistress can do with just her pussy muscles," Monica said. As
I watched I tried not to think of my cock and hard on. The vibrator began to
move in to her pussy. I was captivated watch it slowly disappear within her
vagina without her using her hands. "Hmm," she said as it neared the last inch
or two, "this feels marvelous. It's making me horny." 'Making you horny,' I
thought, 'your libido is in overdrive.'

Grasping the last inch or two, she withdrew the vibrator and switched off the
mechanism. She held it out to me to lick, tasting her sweetness and saltiness
at the same time. "That's enough, honey," she said as she laid the vibrator
aside and unbuckled my one wrist restraint. "Unlatch yourself and then come to
me on the bed," she said, and turned and walked to her bed.

Monica's bed had black satin sheets that felt cool to my body. She lay on her
back as I knelt at the end of the bed and walked between her legs on my knees.
As I entered her she wrapped her legs around my legs and her arms around my
chest. I was held captive against her body, a not unpleasant place to be
confined.

"Listen to me, Craig," she said as I lay there listening to her heartbeat,
"You will come far quicker than me, but don't be concerned about that. You
will suck and lick your cum from my pussy and swallow it without getting any
on my satin sheets, do you understand?" I nodded, still with my head against
her chest. "Good, baby," she said, "now I'm going to grab your cock with my
vaginal muscles and milk you dry. Do not try to pull your penis from me or
you'll hurt yourself, understand?" I nodded once more and felt a tightening
around my shaft. At first, it was a warm sensation and then a tight grip. I
tried to pull myself free but was held in place as she had said.

There was an odd undulating sensation along the entire length of my cock. I
could feel the cum building inside and then I moaned lightly, "Hmm," I said,
as I exploded. Monica continued to 'milk' my cock until she could feel my
erection fade. "Now remember what I told you," she said as she released her
hold on me.

I slid down the sheets until my face was between those tree trunk thighs of
hers. I began to tongue and lap her clit and vagina. I lapped my cum that I
had deposited, swallowing as I had been told. I stopped and was about to move
when Monica closed her thighs against my head. "My turn, baby, get that tongue
back inside me and make me come," she said. It was muffled, but I knew what
she wanted. 'Her sexual prowess is insatiable,' I thought as I began to
pleasure Monica.

Working my tongue deep between her labia and teasing her clit, I felt myself
getting an erection once more. I flicked my tongue faster and faster until it
was like a hummingbird flapping its wings. "Hmm," she finally said, moving her
legs, "that's it, that's it, yes, yes, yessss ... " and I tasted the
sweet/saltiness of her cum as she squirted into my mouth.

This time I escaped her legs and slid up onto her torso, resting my head on
her chest. That rock hard nipple inches from my eye.

"Was that good, mistress," I asked. "It was, Craig, you performed well," she
said. "Thank you, mistress," I said. "Craig, what are you going to tell Linda
when you see her on Monday," she asked. "I'm going to tell her that I've
fallen in love with someone new," I said, "that's certainly not a lie." She
chuckled at that and my head bounced against her chest. "Just remember what I
told you," Monica said, "No having sex with anyone at school, you belong to
me, Olivia and Jamie now." "I know, mistress," I said, "that's not a problem,"
and I meant it.

I must have been exhausted because when I opened my eyes, I was lying beside
Mistress Monica, my head between her chest and her bicep.

To be continued ...