A New Arrival in Jordan: The Puppy is Born
Okay, so what's the big issue here? When we initially discussed this, you mentioned you enjoy cock. What's going on now? It seems like you're some sort of celibate nun, and honestly, even a celibate nun could manage to make him cum, although it's quite disturbing. What's your deal, Pet?
Stephanie is expressing frustration, which isn't like her in the slightest. She's clearly not happy and doesn't appreciate being put in a bad spot, especially in front of Big Daddy. She's been trying to make him cum, but he kept looking over to Stephanie for a solution. Jordan knows she's not performing as well as she should and is starting to panic.
When you're stressed out, it's not conducive to giving a great blowjob.
Jordan's huge round doe-shaped eyes are filled with tears. As she stands there naked, sobbing to the point that her tits are bouncing around and her eyes look like a raccoon, Stephanie takes a moment to consider her.
"Alright, first, pull yourself together. This isn't good at all. Be legitimate with me right now - is this something you want?" Stephanie sees her take a deep breath before the fast reply and stops her. "No, think carefully this time... Seriously. Do you want this, or not?"
The tears start welling up in Jordan's enormous doe-shaped eyes again. Stephanie's shoulders slump. Jordan's head drops, continuing to sigh.
"Jordan, my stunning Pet. We need a solution here. Am I going back in there to finish your job, or are you?" Stephanie can see the sobs slowing down, but her eyes are still drawn to her. She reaches over to caress Jordan's left breast and gently runs the back of her hand over the soft nipple to make it firm.
Jordan throws her head back, closing her eyes. She opens them briefly to admire the ceiling light. Ceiling lights need more credit, and this black marble chandelier is breathtakingly beautiful. Jordan lingers in this position for a moment before looking back down at Stephanie. A deep breath inhales and exhales, causing her chest to heave. Steph rubs her fingers over Jordan's breast, then tightens her grip to pull it. Their eyes lock on each other.
"I want this." Jordan's Disney/Pixar doe eyes have transformed into an intense stare. Jordan has a switch that suddenly activates.
"What do you want, Pet?" Stephanie inquires.
"Cum." She replies simply and quickly. Steph offers a look of disbelief.
"What do you mean?"
"I want to be 'Pet,'" Jordan says determinedly.
"Great." Stephanie needed to bring her back into her role entirely. "On your knees, Pet." Jordan drops to her knees and sits on her hands, putting her head back and sticking her tongue out.
"You don't go back in there until you're completely covered in discipline."
Jordan leans forward, tongue leading the way, to reach her goal. Stephanie only complies enough to turn her right knee outward to offer better access. Less than a minute later, Stephanie is streaming her discipline straight into her Pet's mouth. Feeling that wasn't enough, Steph stays in place, half petting/half restraining her head with a fist of hair, and goes for a second orgasm, coating her sex toy in her cum like a dog marking its territory.
Jordan, wet from her nose, as well as her elbows, hair, and ears, now wears the liquid as a badge of honor. The look in her eyes has changed. Feeling the wetness on her body triggers something deep within her. She looks up at the pussy in front of her and longs for it.
Stephanie extends her index finger under Jordan's chin and lifts it up, bringing them face-to-face. "Good. I see her now. No more messing around. Got it?" Pet continues staring straight ahead, nodding. "Turn around, bend over, ass in the air." The Pet obeys, bending over, ass presented. Steph delivers ten hard, sharp spankings to both ass cheeks.
The Pet stays put, refusing to move until directed to. Steph gently rubs the closer cheek, allowing her finger to explore. Her middle digit glides up and down the length of her lips, focusing more on opening entry to share her moisture.
"Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Find the daddy who didn't pay attention to you. Find the football player who abused you. Remember the dirty thought that made you cum while rubbing yourself against a pillow. I don't care what made you cum before becoming my Pet. I need you to find that perverted thought, turn on your slut, and go in there and fuck him. If this takes you more than five minutes to turn him on, get him hard, be whatever he needs to be, and swallow everything - including every drop... WITHOUT MY AID."
The Pet nods.
"Hey, hold on. Don't swallow just yet. Tell him with your mouth full that I need his load delivered to me completely untouched, not even a single drop left uncollected."
The Pet nods in understanding.
"Gaaaahhh!!!" Steph yells, then raises her extended arm, smacking it against the target.
The Pet hops into motion as it makes its escape. The butt was designed to move, and it does so now.
Back in the bedroom, the lights are dimmed. The naked man appears to have dozed off. She knows that she'll be able to extract what she wants from him, even if he's donning an astronaut suit, locked inside a safe, buried under a dragon's lair... inside a volcano... This shouldn't be too difficult.
During her Pet Training with Stephanie, she discovered that a slow and messy approach is ideal for starters. So, she decides to start with that and see how things go. She pulls back the sheet, lies down, and slowly moves towards him in bed.
His staff, put simply, is quite nice. It's longer than average, thick with a manly width in the shaft, and features a large, purple head that resembles a mushroom. Even when limp and unaroused, it's quite attractive.
Using her nails to slide across his torso, letting him know her presence, she carefully traces down his stomach and seizes his member with a firm grip. Holding it, she leans in and licks, sucking on the head as she produces as much drool as possible.
With time being a concern and her actions being watched, Jordan knows she must move quickly. Feeling him adjusting, she takes this as permission, allowing her downward movement to completely impale him on her throat. She'd been practicing on her dildo and had mastered the ability to take it into her throat while simultaneously extending her tongue to reach whatever it could. However, this becomes progressively more challenging as the flow of blood intensifies. Her lessons are proving fruitful.
Diving down for a brutal choke, she maintains the hold for longer than necessary. As she prepares to retreat and detach herself, his hand rises to secure her head still.
"If you can get that tongue out, you can also breathe through your nose. Allow it." Struggling to relax her tension, she locates the muscle responsible for nasal breathing and follows his direction. Of course, he allows her to breathe, but he still does his thing.
"Good. Better. Spit if you must. Use it with your hand. Never forget about the balls."
The Pet's Pet complies.
The Big Daddy's other hand takes hold of her hair, actively thrusting while maintaining control. He violates her throat without remorse or hesitation. The Pet has been transformed into a sloppy mess.
Once again, Jordan assumes the position of 'Pet', her nose drips due to her anticipation, and her entire body is coated in saliva. Totally absorbed by her task, additional hands touch her elsewhere on her body. Her wet behind is slapped each time, resulting in a soft whimper.
"Don't you dare bite down on that. Understood?" Steph approaches, her face covered in a sugary gleam, and begins to attend to her Pet's clit. The Pet whimpers again. Dispersing her lips, Steph runs her fingers through her Pet's folds, drawing her clitoris out for further focus.
"AHHHHnmmmmmmmmMMMmmmmm....." is all she can muster.
While Big Daddy commands Pet's Pet's head, Steph focuses on her Pet's pussy, her face nestled deep within. Jordan's orgasm is approaching rapidly, and she's given in to being used as a mere fuck toy, meeting whatever requirements are necessary.
"This ass, Big Daddy. This ass is going to make me break." SMACK (short whimper) SMACK (puppy whimper)!!!!"
"Is your Pet good with the pussy?" He inquires, as if she's a lifeless object.
Raising her head slightly, smiling with a sparkling expression, Steph sits back and fingers herself, reveling in the added pleasure. Big Daddy adjusts Pet's position tofy aft of her body, bumping into her from behind. "Okay... Tell me all about your test with Fabrizio. Bonus points for slutty descriptions. Tell me every detail, word for word."
Lying on all fours, she recalls that significant encounter. SMACK!!!! Okay, his hands are bigger, stronger, and his movements are more forceful. That prodded her awakening.
The Pet speaks up convincingly. "Slaaaaay... Wine... Dinner... Stephanie was gorgeous. I was damp...she made me..." She's interrupted, her face stunned and confused. "Make me what?"
[SMACK!!!] "MAKE ME?!!!" Steph corrects.
She rectifies her error and remembers the details. "Ahhh. Uhhm... Wine. Dinner. Stephanie was beautiful. I was wet. She made me..."
With a pained expression, her backside glowing bright red like an apple, she reflects back to recount what happened next. "Right, sorry, Big Daddy." She detects his huge cock sliding into her from behind. She pauses to acclimate to its vast size. "Oh, yeah... I was wet. I was so stimulated. She's stunning..."
From afar, her Master unleashes an ear-piercing scream, signaling his orgasm. She now senses the lubrication, the smacking sound, and the quiet moans.
The hand on her tangled hair returns, gripping it like a reins. The fucking becomes more aggressive. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhuuummm... Wine cellar. She hugged me. Hey, so, soooooOOOOhhhhhh..."
The Pet releases her orgasm. The moisture intensifies.
"She huh huh huh, she informed me about how you trained her." Fighting to keep her composure, she does her utmost to carry on and convey the main point of her fable. This moment might not end well for her, so she concentrates on not climaxing so her Master can have his share.
"Later... You rang.... Huh huh huh huh huh.... Houston.... We were on our own. " SLAP SLAP SLAP!!! "Yes SIR! Uh huh huh... After my first challenge.... Had to visit Fabrizio to send photos..."
Witnessing his partner's arousal and reliving the saga of her prompt orgasm pushes him even further. His grip on her hips hardens, and his strokes become more vigorous, searching for her face to stare into her eyes. When he returns his gaze to his mate, she reaches out to pull her Pet's head closer.
Stephanie's hand returns to where Jordan's face was prior, stimulating her clitoris vigorously, slapping to induce various sensations. "Go ahead, Pet. Let Big Daddy know what you did, you shameless slut..."
"Naked..... door...." Jordan veers off-script to snicker loudly. "I'm letting you know, he was so timid. It was adorable. He tried to protect me." The fucking intensifies once more, causing Jordan to let out a piercing cry. "Naked... knees.... Sucked him dry..." Her master's powerful thrusts pushed her body against the wall.
"And then???" Stephanie inquires breathlessly.
"Hehhehehehe fuuuhuuunucked meee....."
"And then what????"
"Heeheeehheee fuuuhuuunucked meee..."
Stephanie is overly enthralled by the spectacle of her Pet's offering and is utterly awed. "Go, Pet. Open your mouth. Suck her clean. You still owe me."
Her faithful servant complies.
Jordan gets on her knees and manipulates the tip of his sizable member with her mouth as she pushes and pulls as forcefully as she can. Stephanie observes her husband's reaction, proud and excited. "And then?" Steph demands.
"Heehehehehe fuuuhuuuhuuhuucked meeee....."
"And what happened after that??"
"Heeheeehheee fuuuhuuuhuuhuucked meee..."
"Now, Big Daddy, cum in her mouth for me. My loving housewife needs it."
He did as asked.
Jordan's mouth was quickly overflowing, and she struggled to maintain the stream. The first spurt was a touch bitter, while the following release was voluminous. Having successfully held the whole load in place, she shifted to face her mistress.
"Good girl. But don't swallow it... yet. Get into the shower. Don't turn on the water. Let it drip down you. I'll be there in a second. When I arrive, show me how gorgeous you can be. Go on."
The Pet obeyed.
Once in the shower, Jordan shivered as her naked body faced the frosty marble floor. Wondering what being 'pretty' entailed, she ponders, 'What the hell is pretty?'. Wiping the semen, female ejaculate, and merely nothing onto her skin, she realizes a lesson was just presented to her.
Submerge oneself in it or clear out of the way.
She was willing to attempt that challenge like she had approached the previous ones. Why not cleanse her hair and body in it? It was essential to her role.
Could she use it as a medium to cleanse herself?
Far in the distance, Stephanie hears the faint ringing of a single clapper in a large marble bathroom. As she watches the scene unfold, leaning against the door frame, she shouts out to Big Daddy, "See? She wants to swim in it! Daddy, we have a 'Pet' on our hands. Training will be more extensive in the future. Oh, by the way, we're leaving for Paris next week. I want to show Jordan the flowers in bloom while we practice more there temporarily."
Stephanie turns her attention back to her toy, saying, "Good job. Now clean yourself up and sleep on the floor next to the bed when you're dry. I'm sure you'll be needed again later..."
The pet was indeed needed.
"I'm not sure. She just doesn't seem interested. I won't force her," Stephanie muses while listening closely to Ben's explanations. He's grappling with dealing with a crier. He adds, "she cries... I've never dealt with a crier before. It's a total mood killer, let me tell you."
Ben has his head back and his eyes closed, thinking aloud while he and Stephanie relax in their hot tub. Steph chooses not to interrupt as they soak in the warmth of the water. She stands up slowly, the water dripping off her bare body. The sight of it delights Ben as he watches her move. She is indeed perfect.
Stephanie asks placatingly, "Do you want me to stop training?" She finds a towel and wraps herself in it, unable to hold back a laugh. Ben decides to continue his rant.
"She is a crier. Yes, I know her ass is great. I can see how red it gets before she's brought to me, so I assume your training is coming along nicely." They walk out of the tub, Ben grabbing a towel as well.
"She is a crier, but that's because I think she's still scared of you. She expressed how much she enjoyed cock, and she has definitely taken to pleasing me. That girl can lick for hours on end. I refuse to believe she only does it for me. She loves it. She also loves the training. She's like a dream come true. She's almost perfect for me. I think she gets too caught up in how easily you get off for me and how easily I get off from her. It's anxiety, not a blowjob. It's not literal, but it's there."
As they walk up the stairs, Steph smiles at Ben and says over her shoulder, "Don't mention our conversation to her, or it will only make things worse again. We will keep up with the training. But remember, we need to sort through this situation."
In their bedroom, they find the pet kneeling by the bed, as instructed earlier. Ben takes hold of Steph's wrist, silently signaling he's taking charge.
"Pet."
"Yes, Big Daddy." The pet responds, eyes locked straight ahead.
"Today's lesson is straightforward. I'm your truth detector. If I think you're not being honest, punishments will follow. Is this clear? There are no right or wrong answers, only truth. If I believe you're lying, it doesn't matter if I'm wrong in my assumption; it's just about my honest belief." Jordans eyes lock onto her master, then revert back to staring straight ahead. "Clear?"
"Yes, Big Daddy." The pet answers in a firm tone, eyes still locked onto the horizon.
"Good. Pet, naked on the bed, immediately." Steph doesn't hesitate and jumps into position. "Perfect. On your back, head facing me, leaning over the edge." Stephanie adjusts her position.
"Pet's Pet. Please stand." The pet rises and remains still. "Now. First lesson. You need to loosen up." Jordans eyes dart to Big Daddy, then back to normal. "Sit on her face."
She looks at Big Daddy, then back at Stephanie, clearly unsure of what to do. Steph takes advantage and says, "What are you staring at her for? Pet, go find the paddle." The Pet nods and runs to retrieve it. "Okay, get back to position, and bend over, touching your toes." As the Pet complies, Big Daddy smacks them with the paddle twice, one for each cheek. SMACK SMACK
"What was that? Was that a question?!" SMACK SMACK
Holding back her agony, and indeed, he was ensuring she recognized it was retribution, she forces the words past her lips. "Umm. Sir, I glanced at hers as I didn't sit on her face." SWAT SWAT... one for each cheek.
"Technically, you didn't sit on her face because you looked at her.... Is that more precise?" He circles her, closing in on his quarry. Taking a sideways glance at Stephanie, her head held in place, anticipating her nourishment.
"Sir, yes. It's more precise. She's licked me before, but only as the aggressor. She... uhhh.. she merely uses me as she desires."
"A sensible response. Now, sit on her face." Jordan assumes an upright stance and pushes onto Stephanie's face. Stephanie adores pussy and is overjoyed to give her all, aware of how much variation Big Daddy would enjoy. The Pet's limbs begin to waver, so she lowers her arm to her thigh for support.
"Question 1...." He stalls to ensure she's well on the path to an orgasm to prolong the experience. "When we recruited you, you informed your Master that you adore cock. Is this correct?"
"Sir, yes. I've had lesbian experiences yet never felt drawn to ladies. Yeah yea yea, I had few boyfriends... yup yup yup, five... I adore cock." Stephanie's hands grasp her thighs to draw her closer, enhancing her actions. The Pet adds a hand to her thighs to provide added support. It's rapidly becoming increasingly challenging to maintain her balance. Ben crouches in front of Stephanie beside the bed for a better view. Ben rises, fondling her breasts, finishing by pinching each nipple.
"Question 2 -- Do you examine porn and masturbate?" He inquires again, pinching a nipple a second time while waiting for a reply.
"Mmmm Mmmm huh huh... Yes, but not frequently." She resists the climax as she's concerned it'll weaken her in his eyes. She contemplates her response, alters it for higher accuracy, and offers it before he detects her discrepancy. "In truth, sir... while dating the boys, I rarely glanced at it. My habits have evolved. I watch porn more often now."
Stephanie hears this and notices an underneath zing to her flavor. She draws back to extract her tongue from the aperture and fixes it on the toy's clit for a brief moment longer, then returns to the dance with her tongue. She slaps Jordan's butt from behind her, clutching his backside to make the flesh more accessible.
"What do you watch when you do?" He queries again. "Or, more effectively, first, orgasm. Describe, out loud, the video that serves as your go-to. Describe it until you climax."
The Pet is seconds from collapse. She lays down her hesitation, emplys tactics she was educated to, and focuses. Disregarding her embarrassment, shame, and insecurity, she concentrates, producing sounds. "Lesbian. Hmm hmm hmm. Ummmm. I started watching it to improve my abilities in pleasing my Master. I wan't to p-p-please huh huh huh... h-her.... I ooooohhhhheeessss f-freeeeeaahhhhrrr?"
The Pet climaxes as soon as she whispers the word. She uses Stephanie's face as a leaning post, bobbing according to her orgasm. Big Daddy holds her nipple in his grasp while she shakes and wobbles. He permits her to ride it out for a while, then returns to his supervision.
"Well done, Pet... remarkable progress.... Pet's Pet, assume an upright posture." She instantly adjusts. Though her legs are wavering like a newborn deer's, she stays upright. "Pet, on your knees, slow and slick. Educate. Pet's Pet, lessons..."
The two shuffle into their side-by-side teaching positions. Stephanie offers minimal verbal guidance. She's more of an instructor through demonstration. She seeks eye contact from her sub, looking for a non-verbal signal. The Pet responds.
The Pet grabs his manhood, glides her hand against the length, and then envelops it within her mouth. She holds it there for a duration that terrifies him, concerned with how she's breathing. Stephanie, keeping eye contact with her Pet, presses her torso into his, extending her tongue under to reach the top of his genitals, drooling. Using her left hand to cup his scrotum and tighten it towards her now-moist tongue.
Jordan is amazed. Seeing and understanding that these actions happen during sex is nothing compared to having a skilled instructor teach you. She also realizes that part of her training involves her willingness to take control. She leans in to take a lick at the saliva dripping from Stephanie's chin, then down below to add it to the ball sack. Stephanie slowly stands up, while the Pet licks every bit of her flesh that is now available from the base to the tip. The tip is released, and the toy swiftly takes it in her mouth, getting it down her throat before it can cool down.
Keen to show off what she's just learned and do it exactly as instructed, she proceeds to do just that, flawlessly. She wasn't able to master breathing or time it as well as her teacher, so she decides to add a touch of her own. She inhales the head into her throat, holds it until she chokes. This causes an excess of saliva and watery eyes. She immediately repeats the process and goes as far as she can, taking a deep breath on the way up. Holding for a moment longer this time, trying to not pull it out before it's needed to breathe, she brings herself closer to the edge. And, as instructed, she does what's needed to get her lips to touch his pubes.
Stephanie watches from only a few inches away. When Jordan's teeth hit his pelvis, she looks up to her teacher, her face showing shock and amazement. His eyes are down, focused on Jordan's performance. Steph watches her Pet pull back, trailing a mouthful of drool as she does. Sitting up, Jordan moves her arms behind her to support her weight, creating a puddle in front of her.
"Well done, take a breath..." Jordan takes a moment to catch her breath, but the wet, dripping cock is still in front of her. Without saying much, she doesn't want to show fear with so much progress made. She pulls her right hand up to stroke it twice and then leans back forward to repeat the entire process from the start.
This time, Stephanie wants to reward her progress and allow her the pleasure she deserves. Becoming the encouraging instructor, she grabs a handful of hair, pushing the cock further down into her throat, "Let it in... good job..." With a full handful of hair, she controls the action. "Try to get some air through your nose... it's okay if it gets messy..." Her hand moves the head back and forth.
Stephanie moves her position, now standing on her knees behind Jordan, where her hands were previously. Changing the hand holding the hair to her left hand, she frees her right hand to grope Jordan. Rubbing and grabbing her ass, to light tickling running her nails up her back, all the way to reaching around to her nipples she loves to play with. Jordan moans onto her work, using her hand to pump him in assistance.
Big Daddy thoroughly enjoys the show. Steph changes her hand from the hair to her left hand and uses it to better touch her toy. Whispering in her ear from behind, "You're doing great. I can see how excited he is." This forces Jordan to open her eyes to look at her Master to confirm. He is looking straight at her, eyes locked in. Jordan finds motivation and increases her efforts. The whisper continues, "oh yeah, did you see that? He's about to cum. You're about to get the whole load."
Stephanie wants Jordan to cum at the same time. She pulls her right hand away from playing with her nipples and moves it under her ass and under her clitoris. Initially disappointed by finding it already occupied by Jordan's hidden hand, "You naughty girl! You're playing with yourself? I guess there's nothing more for me to do."
Stephanie moves away, Jordan feels the cool air conditioning on her back, bringing her nipples to tighten even more. She feels her body being moved around her, but she's not sure where or why... until...
Stephanie had turned her body around and shoved her head under Jordan from behind. Jordan pulls off for a second to glance down, see a forehead, and adjust her body weight to not suffocate the Master who just clamped down on her clit while inserting two fingers into her pussy and fucking it relentlessly. What wasn't fucking her was grabbing her, or any part she could find with her hands. Her clit being sucked on, the cock pumping in her throat, the fingers deep in her pussy, she starts flexing her pelvic muscles back at the fingers inside her. Her moaning becomes more frequent and intense.
Jordan takes a deep breath, her hand coming up to her mouth this time. As she gazes down into the eyes staring up at her, she becomes lost in the sensation. Sliding her hand downwards, she screams out in orgasm. Although she isn't a "squirter," she feels she is withholding something from her dominatrix, unable to fully demonstrate her satisfaction. Believing she has reached the climax, Jordan lifts her legs to allow Stephanie to leave, only for the latter to pull them back down. The licking and sucking of her clitoris has only intensified with the recurrence. Whether due to the friction or the sight of Stephanie's beautiful face, losing control, she achieves a new level of climax. While not comparable to the force of a water hose, a small amount of fluid seeps from her inner thigh, which Stephanie quickly licks up before it drips.
Inhaling steadily, noticing the numbness in her wet palm, Jordan draws her attention back to the cock. Ready to finish this time, she adjusts her rhythm. The final climax surprises her as it comes unexpectedly. Jordan understands, catching on to the essence. Abandoning the concerns that plague Jordan the person, she disregards everything except for the moment at hand. Picturing Stephanie in her mind, she realizes it's not about the physical act itself. It's about the mindset tied to the act. She discards her earlier confusion and assumes a new identity.
Pulling back once more, she pauses briefly. A breakthrough has occurred, a revelation allowing for clarity and self-awareness. "Master?"
Both responding in unison, she keeps the laughter in check as she gazes back up at the women. "Master," she affirms, gazing into their eyes.
Stephanie, initially puzzled by Jordan's unexpected speech, soon understands the meaning behind it. Taking charge, she asks, "Pet, what's going on? Are you alright?"
Jordan, her eyes burning with intensity, stares down at Stephanie. "Master. Please, fuck me. Please treat me like your slave. Fill me to your desires."
Steven, momentarily unsure how to respond, watches as Stephanie processes the statement.
"Stephanie," she says earnestly, "I have changed. I want to be your sex toy. Please tell him to use me however he wants, to have his way with me. I aim to please you. I want fill me, to cleanse me with your ejaculate. I am willing to do whatever you ask, whenever you ask, to satisfy whoever you want. I am your slave. I am your pet. Please use me as you see fit."
"Bend over, ass in the air, cum until you're filled," says Big Daddy.
Obeying, Jordan flips onto her stomach, arching her back so her ass is on display. Her head sinks towards the floor. Stephanie once more positions herself below her, resuming the oral sex she was last performing.
Big Daddy, his arousal reaching its peak, slips his entire length into Jordans. Her head arching back, Jordan emits a pained cry. Stephanie, gazing upwards, licks inside as she is filled by Big Daddy. His fingers stroke her anus, gently probing.
Slapping her cheeks heavily, one by one, with his hand covering the entire area, Big Daddy enjoys the delightful contrast between his rough hand and Jordan's soft flesh. He then moves on to Stephanie, tapping her delicate wrist without hurting it.
Ordering, "Pet," he says, "Get ready for anal. We will need toys, clamps, paddles, a collar and chain, a swing, dildos and vibrators. Spend freely, with no restrictions."
In the midst of their passionate encounter, the moans of Jordan echo with every thrust, seeming to register on the music scale every time he reaches his climax. The sighs and screams of Stephanie in the throes of pleasure are loud enough to evoke awe. He's losing control, and as he grips Stephanie's hip like a handle, he knows he has found his way out of this wagon of desire.
Stephanie's soaked with her pleasure, each thrust leaving him hanging for a second before plunging deep into her. The climax is building up; intensifying with every stroke. When Stephanie decides to pull him in, his balls receive a special sensory experience as she takes him into her mouth. He thinks he still has another one left, but as it becomes clear he's emptying, he thrusts his penis deep within her and releases everything he's got. Stephanie, still passionate, envelops his dick, giving him a feeling he has never experienced before.
The nuptial chords of his orgasm accompany a twitching of his manhood, setting him free from the squirming pussy. Big Daddy's still twitching, his semen still sloshing around. He's not done playing yet.
As she unwraps herself from Jordan's mess, Stephanie extends her hand for the 'icing on the cake' and catches a dose of two cumshots. She moves to lick off every drop she can find, knowing this is an experience unparalleled to anything she's ever had. Once the job's done, Jordan decides to check out the scenery.
Back from her mouth-to-body cleanse, she sees Jordan revived for a split second before she feels a hand stroking her head. "Do you need to rest?" she asks.
"Oh God no," Jordan replies. "I'm fine."
As they chit-chat about their itinerary for Europe, Jordan is reminded of her friend's mention of Paris — her first foray into the continent. When Stephanie wakes up, she's still jet-lagged, yet very much fascinated by this glittering city. From her window seat, she turns to engage her best friend: "Did you sleep at all on the flight?"
"A bit," Stephanie sighs. "I'm just so excited."
Jordan nods, taking in her enthusiasm.
It's an uneventful landing but a beautiful sunrise welcomes them. After a quick baggage claim, they're ready to check into their hotel.
Stephanie gets the cabbie — whose name is Luis — and before she can even finish saying their destination, she's taken aback at how easy he accepts the tip she gives. She squints and asks, "Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," he murmurs.
Stephanie notes his confident gaze and thinks, 'bravo.'
While Luis drives them around the city, Jordan strains to listen in on their conversation, fighting to get a sense of things. As it turns out, he's a night worker living outside Paris with his entire family. She wishes she could understand more, but it seems they've struck a conversation about something personal. Stephanie confirms his address on her phone to program it in for later, realizing they've hired a personal chauffeur for the rest of their stay.
As they pull into the hotel, Luis jumps onto the curb and prepares to help Stephanie with her bags. Jordan pauses for a second before she gets past the shock that unfolds; their driver is one of the kindest people she's met. Watching Stephanie pay Luis generously, she sits back in her seat, feeling completely overwhelmed and intrigued. Before he leaves, Luis inquires about his potential lady prospects, leaving her thinking this is the best start to her Parisian adventure.
Back at the hotel, Stephanie disappears into the phone app again, Jordan's fraying mind unable to follow. She clings to multitasking for survival. "Please bring us to the Chateau de la..."
Stephanie yanks the phone away, Sean interrupts: "Please take us to the Chateau de la Reine!" The driver nods and they take off for their new adventure.
At the hotel, Luis goes above and beyond his duty by helping Steph take the heavy baggage into the hotel. Jordan watches her in awe, wondering if he gets treated like this all the time. She secretly promises to be equally as kind to him when the opportunity presents itself. This is her first interaction with a French native and she's enjoying every bit of the encounter. The two strike up a conversation about Steph's clothing, while Luis displays his knowledge of the city.
An hour later they enter their first-class room at the elite hotel. Jordan is dazzled by the continental look and the elegantly furnished cabinets. The next morning, Steph's alarm goes off at 6, and she readies herself for her schedule, still better than most New Yorkers. Despite the early rise, they're both delighted to check out the fashion and shop the local markets.
Stephanie had booked an hour at the day spa. Another first for Jordan. While there, Jordan experiences a new kind of facial on par with the other wonders of Paris.
They head for the city for a full day of shopping and sightseeing. Jordan's already in awe of the beautiful cityscape.
After shopping, they sample some of the city's best pastries. Ryan and Jordan depart to their hotel with cups of coffee, ready for rest. Steph lies on their bed, smiling at the sight of both of them. They've just experienced the most unforgettable vacation yet, and she's glad they have the rest of the day to reconnect and catch up. They've had the rare treat of sharing this glorious city together.
Jordan's investigating the bed, Sean is reading a book, and Stephanie is basking in the memory of what has just happened.
A group of helpers scurry behind Jordan, carrying their bags. The environment around this woman is like nothing she's experienced before, early in her journey from pretending to truly succeeding. In moments when she's emotionally engaged and has a remote-controlled vibrator playing against her clitoris, she feels so much desire to get into the room.
Stephanie has been cranking up the intensity since getting on the plane. Each social interaction, she slows it down to catch her breath, then ramps it up again, adjusting its speed sometimes. It's unsettling for Jordan, as she worries it might leave a damp stain on the airplane seat.
As they approach an elevator, Stephanie tries to sync its vibrating speed to the elevator's movement. By the time the doors open, she's hit the maximum setting, doing her best to keep quiet as she feels the intense sensations.
"Ding." The elevator lets them know it's reached their floor. Stephanie glances in a mirror, bends slightly to store her carry-on bag, and exits. The helpers follow.
They enter a stunningly beautiful room, clearly in Paris. It doesn't need to be ostentatious since it's already attractive enough. The assistance moves their luggage to a central area while the helpers wait nearby.
Remaining attentive, Stephanie rewards them with a generous cash tip and adds them all to a task list she's creating for her Pet. "Merci," she says as the door locks.
"Pet, get naked." Jordan understands what her orders mean and rushes to help her Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress." Her mistress's request is clear, and Jordan takes off her clothes, placing them aside before removing her underthings at her Mistress' instruction. When Stephanie emerges, nude, she asks for a hot shower immediately.
Undeterred, Jordan collects her mistress's clothes and rushes to the shower. She turns it on and adjusts the temperature as best as she can, waiting for her mistress's return. "I think you'll enjoy this, Mistress. I'll get your shower bag."
Stephanie sets foot in the steamy shower as she hears Jordan speaking quietly beside her. "Order room service for us. Anything you want. Trust me, it'll be incredible. For me, please get the duck meal."
Jordan nods and picks up the phone. Her southern accent doesn't align with French, sounding more like 'ooh wee monser.' Trying to order room service, she briefly dials before realizing she can't speak French. She hangs up, then dials again.
"Oui?" The operator's response indicates they understand her Polish accent. "Oui monsieur. Ahk I help?"
"Yes, sir." Jordan has limited time, but she can't request room service in English either.
"Ew hoo sluuucckk yo." Her words seem to be met with understanding by the person on the other end.
"Uuff coouiss madddame. Someneetytuo buy ?"
She's speechless.
"Fooood, smedee?"
"Yes."
"Two, pleez." Her American accent clashes with their French culture.
"Uuurr oderm, madam. Wine! Yan - I know that word."
"Oui, madam. Already coming."
"Merci." As if announcing defeat, Jordan turns around and notices her Mistress is disappointed by her.
"Pet." Her mistress's sharp tone grabs her attention. "Your accent is awful. Why didn't you tell me you didn't know how to speak French? New rule: the Pet is never allowed to speak to French or other foreign speaking natives with an American accent. If you can't speak correctly, you're not allowed to speak. You represent yourself, don't ever forget that. Stand up straight!" Jordan adjusts her posture to give the appearance of aligning with her master's anger.
Firstly, Stephanie carries on undressed. "YOU'RE not only representing yourself, but also us, Big Daddy and me," she asserts, as she struts in front of Jordan. "Should we be crystal clear on this guideline?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jordan replies, captivated by Stephanie's determined stride.
"Now, let's begin your French lessons immediately. Find the paddle. You did lay out the items, right?"
"No, Mistress."
"Naked and ready to go, clamps, big plug, and the disaster stick, GET THEM NOW. I will get ready myself. GO!"
Despite the nudity being familiar, Jordon is taken aback by the alarming urgency in Stephanie's voice. Clamps are necessary as they're often utilized for educational purposes. They offer rapid lessons, along with physical sensations as reinforcement of those lessons. Although challenging, both positive and negative lessons can be beneficial.
The big plug and the swatting implement evoked great concern, however, as they're tools for discipline, these were dreadful to receive. They were as punishing as a belt hitting the skin.
Jordan went at them with haste and soon returned, her hands laden with the instructed equipment. Stephanie was oddly donning only panties. She skipped the pleasure of getting dressed first because of her intent to intimidate. She took position on all fours.
"First thing, 'Oui'. Proclaim it." Stephanie's predator-like demeanor created an aura of pressure. Instruction needed to be imparted one-on-one.
"We..." [smack]
"NO!... Oui. Say it!" [smack smack smack!]
"No..." [smack]
"NO... Oui. Say it!" [smack]
"We..." [smack smack]
As Stephanie's hand smacks Jordan's buttocks, it's clear that these weren't gentle nudges. Her voice grew louder each time she ordered her to repeat 'Oui'. Jordan decides to focus on her breathing and tries listening closely, choosing to pronounce it with a softer 'wuh'.
"Wwooouuui..." [smack smack]
"No..." [smack]
"We... no..." [smack smack]
"Wwoo, no..." [smack]
"Oui."
"Better, try again."
"Oui."
"Better, give it another attempt."
"Oui."
"Good. Remove your toy, place it on the bathroom counter, return to your position. Go."
"Yes... sorry... Oui."
Jordan realized she'd forgotten the vibrator dangling inside her, buzzing gently. She removed it swiftly, placed it on the bathroom counter, then positioned herself as explained.
"First rule: 'Oui'. You must acknowledge it. Secondly, it's no longer acceptable for you to affect me by speaking with an insecure tone," Stephanie instructed sternly, while pacing back and forth like a predator studying her unsuspecting prey. "Consider the implications before you respond, then let me know. We can't have you mortify us by creating an unnecessary discomfort or shame."
"What's wrong, pet?" This demand was terrifying, making Jordan so tense that she was struggling to insert the plug properly.
"It's big, Mistress."
"True. Now, accommodation is required. Use lubrication and do your best."
To ease the process of inserting the plug, Jordan smeared its tip with lube and tried again. The feeling of it rubbing against her anus was distressing, but she fought to relax her buttocks. The process progressed slowly, her efforts successful in inserting only a small portion of the toy.
"Good job, accept better." Stephanie stood up, clenching the chain tethering her nipples. Seeing her tense nipples, Jordan's pussy throbbed with anticipation. "But now, that's not acceptable. Your accent vanishes when you're being submissive. When you're nervous and unsuitable, your voice changes. We're done with all that!" Stephanie's anger burst forth, enhancing the intensity of her words.
Tears welled up in Jordan's eyes as she shook her head, aware of being caught out. "Look at me!" As she catches sight of Jordan's tear-filled eyes, Stephanie softened her expression.
"If you don't realize what's expected, inform me. I'll provide the necessary instruction. Publicly embarrassing me or Big Daddy will absolutely not be tolerated."
Jordan sobs in frustration as she attempts to sit on a large plug, her destination halfway there. As usual, she's a mess, not only emotionally, but physically as well. Trying to get this fire hydrant up her ass seems impossible. Not giving up, she rocks her torso back and forth, maneuvering it inside and past the thickest part of the spade. Her ass finally accepts it, and Jordan lets out a deep breath. Frozen in place, she attempts to give her body the time it needs to adjust.
Stephanie notices the progress and comes back to the training. She has a strict tone, "Say it! You sound like a wounded duck speaking French!"
"Mercy. No, wait... meehhrcy." SMACK
"Again, mercy."
Jordan locks eyes with her reflection in the distance, finding her own identity.
"Mercy. Ma'am. Oui."
"Better."
There's a knock at the door. Stephanie walks to the bedroom to change clothes. Jordan braces herself for answering the door and pleads silently for it to be just room service. There's a third knock.
"Get the fucking door, don't you dare cover up!"
Jordan quickly washes her hands, dries them on a towel, and hurries to the door before it knocks again. Naked, nipple clamps jingling, and the expanding metal balloon up her butt, barely cross her mind. When she opens the door, she's greeted by a shocked waiter.
"Madam?"
"Oui?"
She lets the food card in and watches as a uniformed employee brings a cart. Another young man follows, carrying a wine bucket and glasses. Both try to avoid looking directly at her, but they can't seem to take their eyes away. They begin to prepare the meal as they were taught. The wine is opened and poured as they were taught. Jordan stands aside, watching in a silent, perverse manner.
"Bon après-midi. Was he polite with you?" Stephanie asks from behind Jordan. The two workers nod, but never lift their heads.
"Is she beautiful, no?"
Both men nod in agreement, not stopping their tasks.
"She's been a very naughty girl today, speaking like a terrible American pig with her American accent. I can see how this offends you." The first one bursts into fits of laughter she can't contain. The second struggles to keep his attention on his task.
"Will you have duck?"
They nod.
"You've both been very helpful, and I'll sign a generous tip for your efforts. Should you want to eat this beautiful bird before the duck, take it and put it in its mouth."
The second moves the first aside and exposes his erection in seconds. He pushes Jordan's shoulders down to a standard blowjob position and rams his cock into her mouth.
Stephanie moves to the first worker and offers him a chance to leave, should the situation become overwhelming. When no movement is offered, Stephanie locks the door and returns to the first. She takes the pen and receipt from their hands and signs a massive tip.
Turning to the first man, Stephanie holds him firm, "Hold this stance. She's sucking it now, it looks almost there. Are you jealous?" Jordan continues to give the man head, holding him down as she looks up, fucking it deeply. Eventually, he cums in her mouth. The young man holds until he's completely drained. The Pet ensures every last drop is sucked clean. When his cock is clean, she opens her mouth to show her prize, takes a big gulp, and then shows it's empty.
Pulling back, still looking down at Jordan on her knees, but not speaking to her, "You'll have yours later." He puts his pants back on and unlocks the door. "I think she thinks you're a boy."
"Thanks." Jordan responds.
Jordan laughed, not at mocking, but at the realization of his own naivety. "No, that wasn't meant for either of us, my beloved." He turned to lock the door after the first guest left so quickly. "This was unexpected. Apologies, my love. Your lesson will continue later; you didn't escape so easily." Jordan's head drooped.
"Yes. Thank you."
To the new friend, she said, "Would you like that too, dear? It's good, my sweetheart. I can see you're excited, but I think you're a virgin?"
"Yes." Stephanie paused for a moment, waiting for an answer. "Yes, madam. The boys make me do things, but not with a girl. Not with love."
"Pet, stay on your knees. You're not finished yet." She did. "Treat this woman the same way you would treat me." To the new friend, "We can make love later, sit on her face and enjoy ourselves as many times as we want."
Jordan moved towards her next task, unbuckling the woman's belt, pulling her pants to the floor along with her panties. Her shirt hung loosely, but Jordan was determined enough to reach up from underneath to give a thorough squeeze. Moving her hand below, she touched her inner thigh, pushing it sideways, opening the folds.
Jordan extended her tongue, licking the folds slowly before pulling back. Using her index and middle fingers, she opened the lips hidden in slight fur, revealing the nub. Seeing her target, she moved her face forward, licking and sucking everything in front of her. The experience of licking pussy for others was exceedingly enjoyable. Not the old roommates that forced her, or the perfection of her mistress, but she only cared to get this pussy satisfied. It pleased her mistress.
Turning her hand to insert her two fingers while her thumb rubbed the clitoris, the woman's legs softened and leaned her weight forward onto Jordan, who accepted her weight, hooking the back of the woman's leg with her arm.
Stephanie sat down to enjoy her now cold duck dinner. Somehow dressing up in this process and not wanting to miss out on her favorite meal. The fries had cooled more than she liked, but the duck fat made up for it. The duck was cooked perfectly, and she admired the show as much as the meal. The girl never undid her bra or removed her shirt, so they were up at her neck, a potential choking hazard.
The nameless woman's head bent back, her ass visible for all to see, and she cried out like a banshee. The duck came with a plum sauce that was extraordinary. The wine was paired perfectly. This meal had been her favorite for years, and the chef had nailed it that day.
"Non, pas plus... oh my god... the tongue... stop... please, love, stop, not more"
Pulling up her napkin from her skirt, Steph wiped her mouth and hands. "She's good, Pet. That's enough."
Jordan raised her face, her tongue trailing along the way. Looking over to her mistress, hoping for approval but appearing disappointed and perplexed, Jordan was utterly spellbound.
"Good job. Go take a quick shower. Your meal must wait." After Jordan scurried off, the young woman began to sit up, embarrassed and covering herself.
"The food was delicious. Please compliment the chef for me. If you want to return and try more, come see us again. What's your name?"
"Yes. Marie."
"Now, clean up quickly before the manager comes to retrieve you."
The young girl did her best to rearrange her attire, but the redness in her cheeks could last for days. Jordan returned, awaiting her training, but found her mistress on the phone.
"Is everything okay?" Jordan asked as she dried her hair.
"Yes. Well, mostly. First, the accent. We have to work on that. You'll have more training. I have to run out and get something. Please stay here and enjoy this meal. This food is phenomenal. We will have so much time together that having a few moments to ourselves will be welcomed." Jordan started to show concern.
Stephanie goes on, "Don't even think about the eyes for now. Yes, you sound like a country visitor, and that's going to lead to slow servers and questionable broth, trust me, it's a reality. If they hear you, they'll mock you openly. We'll tackle that, of course. But it's who you are, not what you did. You haven't done anything wrong."
Somehow, it's not certain if this is better or more offensive, Jordan hangs her head in disappointment. Stephanie continues. "You're exhausted, couldn't stay awake during the flight. It's past your bedtime back home, so I don't think you'll keep up. Eat something. Well done. I'll return later."
Stephanie wasn't really seeking consent or asking if it was okay. This is what was happening, and she simply chose to inform Jordan of it.
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Jordan switches on the television, not to watch, but to listen. As she sits and eats, this becomes one of the most exquisite experiences she's ever had; she'll replay the television whenever she recognizes a word or phrase. Stephanie left plenty of wine and all the food is devoured, even the bread, before she's finished.
Later that night, after she's eaten and drained half a bottle of wine, the difference in time zones starts hitting Jordan. She eventually realizes that keeping up with Stephanie is not doable tonight.
The light knock on the door is barely audible. No way Steph forgot her card; it had to be the wrong room or a drunk. On her tiptoes, Jordan peeks through the peephole. Looking a second time, she sees the crown of a dark head of hair swaying side to side.
With the chain lock still in place, she turns the bolt lock counterclockwise and opens the door, only to find a teenage girl wearing glasses. Jordan didn't recognize the guest and assumed it was someone knocking at the wrong room.
"Hi. I'm Marie." The girl lowers her glasses to reveal her face. "Steph told me to return. The duck?" Hidden beneath this cute girl was the young waitress from earlier. The hotel uniform concealed her curves, and with her hair and makeup done, she was adorable in a sexy gothic way.
"Duck. I know that one. Oh… Marie? Is that you? Come in!"
Jordan begins piecing together the story. Stephanie was keeping her preoccupied so she could... cheat on her partner. Clever woman.
Jordan also realizes she's not prepared for this. It's not like she learned the language over three hours of TV. Marie enters and takes a seat on the couch.
Jordan sits next to her. Meeting someone you've had sex with face-to-face is more personal than the anonymous hookups she's used to. Dealing with someone you've been used by is a part of this role that still takes some getting used to. It's doubly difficult since she doesn't speak their language.
Seeing the issue, Marie waves her hand, reaching into her bag to retrieve a tablet. She places it on her lap, starts typing, and then hits enter.
"Hello, I'm Marie." The electronic voice replies from the tablet.
Jordan smiles, offers a high-five, then pats her own chest to indicate she's Jordan.
Marie continues to type. "Your partner is gorgeous. Do you and your partner swing?"
Jordan takes the tablet, switches the language translation, and offers, "No. She's not my partner, it's complicated. I enjoyed pleasing you. It's fine. She asked me to please both of you."
After the message is translated, Marie blushes.
Marie picks up the tablet, types, and it speaks. "How did she know?" Jordan tries to gesture her confusion and raise her hands, signifying she doesn't understand. Jordan begins typing. "How did she know I was a girl? That I liked girls?"
Laughing, Marie covers her face. These were complex questions. Jordan assumes her tablet can't translate that. She reaches for it and tries to explain:
"She's a unique individual. She's incredibly perceptive and understands people's desires. She's as beautiful as she is smart." Then, after a few more seconds of thought, "What did Stephanie tell you?"
"She knew I was a girl before you. She could tell I liked watching you. She could tell I liked girls. And she knew I was a virgin." Jordan can feel the sexual tension but isn't prepared for this. It's a different situation entirely. Marie types again. "She asked me to come back if I wanted to learn more."
Jordan takes the tablet, "What would you like to learn?"
A young woman next to her stared deeply into her eyes, mesmerized by her presence. Jordan reached out and shared her first loving kiss since meeting Stephanie. Although Steph could get her aroused like no one else, she couldn't offer the basic affection of a lover. Not for Jordan, at least. She understood that.
In this moment, there was passion. Marie was the one trembling, eager and out of sorts. Jordan, with more experience than a beginner, tried to slow things down to match their pace. They locked lips recklessly.
Marie stepped in front of Jordan. This time, she removed her clothes at a leisurely pace. She'd naturally use Jordan's shoulder for support as she raised one leg. Jordan relished the show and reached out to feel the soft curves and warm skin. As Marie undid the top buttons, Jordan pushed aside the shirt, uncovering a womanly belly formed of muscles. She leaned forward to kiss the flesh. When the last button released, a braless, pale torso in all its glory was revealed. Jordan appreciated this form of beauty differently than her own.
Marie was stunning because she wasn't special. Her breasts had a meaty density but weren't overly large. Muscles supported her womanly frame. Perhaps insecure because of her understanding of herself as an object, now old enough to embrace that, the goth girl or whatever she was.
Marie discarded her pants and stood naked, just wearing her panties. Jordan held each of her hands and pulled them out wide, encouraging Marie to show off.
Marie turned the situation around and helped Jordan to her feet. She wanted to learn how to give pleasure, not just receive it.
They danced and embraced. Jordan wrapped her arms around Marie's neck, leaning in for a passionate kiss. Marie responded by scratching along the small of Jordan's back with her nails. The slightly taller woman arched her back, presenting her breasts for Marie's consideration. When Marie gently pulled Jordan's shirt upwards, she was exposed. Without hesitation, she lifted it over her head and discarded it.
Marie looked at Jordan and stripped, bending at the knees. Then, she placed her hands on Jordan's shoulders as she pulled them down to her own naked form, scratching down from her shoulders, to her ass, to her thighs, retrieving the thong.
Jordan met the girl's pleading gaze, asking permission with her eyes wide and eager. Jordan allowed her to extend her tongue, and they kissed. Marie glided her tongue around, imitating a few stokes. Their tongues slid against each other.
Marie studied the folds, colors, and moisture, noticing it for the first time. She'd seen them before, but never this close. She explored with her hands as she'd been explored earlier. She probed for angles and sensations. Jordan stopped her, raised her, and nestled into her arms.
They lay face to face, Jordan holding Marie's jaw, kissing her deeply. She grabbed Marie by the hand, leading her to the large bed. It was stripped bare, ready to be used. Jordan lay on top and signaled for Marie to follow behind her.
Marie did. She crawled behind Jordan, nibbling at her backside. Jordan spun around to lie supine, legs spread wide. Marie continued crawling in that direction, burying her face in Jordan's pussy.
Jordan felt a swelling warmth wash over her, allowing herself the pleasure. Grabbing Marie's head, she pressed deeper. She found her satisfaction quickly and moaned loudly with eyes closed, thrusting and bucking. As she experienced her orgasm, she admired Marie's determined face. "Oui! Merci!"
Marie shared a mischievous grin with the woman who'd taught her so much. Jordan kissed her with warmth and adoration.
Jordan strove to return the favor. Still lying on her back, she guided Marie to maneuver into a 69 arrangement beside her.
The pair remained entwined for hours. They spoke little and attempted to communicate their needs as they arose. Both experienced an incredible climax in her life.
Unfortunately, someone knocked on the door, jolting them awake. Marie cringed because it was a familiar sound. "Her name is Marie. She is sweet." Jordan murmured, still half-asleep.
"I know. She's lovely." Steph said, coming in and noticing the naked, cuddling pair. She wrapped her arm around Jordan and smelled her neck.
No, honey. Not today. I assure you, we'll see her again.
Stephanie approaches the bed and settles down next to the couple. She lifts the sheets to see her own body. "Aww, she's adorable." She feels the chill from the room, making her nipples harden and her body contract for warmth.
Steph sits at the edge of the bed, undoing her blouse. "Although, I never said we had to give her up right away yet." After her blouse lands on the floor, she leans toward the sleeping beauty.
"My love. It's late at night and I know you worked all day. Can you sleep here or do you want me to call you to pick you up and take you home? You're welcome to stay if that's what you prefer?" The girl opens her eyes and sees Stephanie, smiling brightly.
"I expected you. Jordan has taught me so much. Can I show you what I learned?"
"Of course, my love. Do you need to let anyone know you're safe?"
"No. Am I working tomorrow?"
"No. Beautiful lady." Stephanie leans in and kisses her forehead. Then again, pressing her lips forcefully against the girl's. They break away, kissing more passionately.
Stephanie steps back, kissing away from the high of being in love. "Marie, are you no longer a virgin?"
"No." Marie reaches forward to kiss again, but Steph pulls back. She turns to Jordan instead. Leaning onto her shoulder, she finds a mouth to kiss. Jordan moves her free hand to Marie's chest, pulling her face and sucking on her tongue.
Stephanie, with the two in front of her, "Have you been fucked by a man?" Pushing her head aside, biting down on Marie's neck, her free hand caresses her clitoris.
"They make me do things for them. I don't like it. They force me, but never have sex. No sexual relationships."
Stephanie takes off her skirt and underwear, leaving her blouse on the floor. "That means they're fingering your mouth, not your vagina. Right?"
"Yes." Marie answers. Stephanie reaches out to caress those nipples before her. Jordan's fingers were doing a satisfactory job already.
"And you don't like boys. You just let them cum in your mouth like a prostitute, don't you? And you don't even like them?" Marie was grinding against a finger on her clitoris, loudly screaming. Stephanie continued, "You enjoy being slutty?"
"Yes, yes, oh God yes!" Marie screamed as her body tensed, riding out a massive wave.
Stephanie gives her a moment. "Poor girl. I love when you're slutty. I love if you could suck all the bites from the hotel and send me a photo each time you do it. I love sluts."
Stephanie reaches out to pet the head of the panting young girl before her. Not knowing the time in Paris or back home, Stephanie began to feel a bit tired. She leans in, kissing her new friend, gently. Then passionately. Steph holds her head gently, whispering so softly, "But first. But first, my love."
More kissing happens; Stephanie pulls Jordan's head away from Marie's neck to kiss her mouth. Their hands in each other's hair, their tongues and lips, the three await their turn at Stephanie's body. As Jordan knows all the best spots and how to make them work, Marie is more like a curious child who gets to touch her first pair of breasts. Marie explores, not as a pervert but more like a scientist. She couldn't believe how tight she was. She lingers in her exploration of Stephanie's breasts, slapping herself in the face with them.
Jordan slid down below, focusing on Marie's rear. She hadn't licked a hairy pussy since college, and strangely, she enjoyed the difference from Stephanie. With Marie kneeling, her face in Steph's pussy, her ass was open and ready for fun. Jordan positioned herself and pulled Marie's receptacle towards her mouth. Realizing the change, Marie adjusted herself to become a middleman in their connection.
They both reached their climaxes multiple times, pausing to pet each other and start again.
Later that night, when the view outside was pitch black, Stephanie and Jordan had some pillow talk.
"It's so weird," Jordan said, her voice low. "I'm so tired that I can't sleep. I don't have a clue what time it is, but I've been awake for longer than 24 hours. I don't want to sleep. I can still feel the duck fat on my tongue - that food was incredible, thanks."
Stephanie chuckled. "We need to let the girl rest. I'm still horny. I could eat that same dish all night, switching between the girl and the duck."
Jordan laughed. "We should let the girl sleep... at least till breakfast."
Stephanie laughed again. The young woman sighed between them.
Jordan had wanted to ask one question all night. She considered it an opportune moment. "Steph, anything happen tonight? You okay?"
Steph was surprised. "Of course, why? What... like going somewhere alone?"
Jordan shrugged. "I know tiredness and all that, but I just wanted to be sure."
Steph interrupted. "Don't worry about it. I'm a sub too. I needed to complete a task for my master." Jordan had taken this personally, not realizing that she had plans of her own.
"Oh, really? I mean, I understand, but..."
Steph paused. "It's not your business, but I do need to prove myself. I needed to accomplish a task for my master." Jordan, who had never questioned her position, had discovered feelings within her for this friend, lover, boss, or whatever else this was. It was hard to believe that these two would have deep affection for each other.
Stephanie knew she had left Jordan in a big city on her initial visit. It wasn't necessarily part of the plan but rather an optimistic outlook. She had wanted to gift Luis to Jordan as a tip for his driving. A great driver in a foreign land is an asset.
The conversation with Big Daddy was short. In their privacy, Big Daddy and Pet maintained a standard master/sub relationship. This wasn't just a temporary arrangement at a brothel. Prior to their departure, rules had been established.
"Are you asking my permission?" Big Daddy stood behind Stephanie, helping her pick out the swimsuits she wanted to take with her as he got dressed himself.
"Yes, sir, I am." Stephanie mulled over her choices, her mind not on the white or blue suits.
"What do you request?"
"Sir, may I help find a cock where needed?" She had planned to help Jordan explore her slutty side this trip. To get the cock, she might have to assist her get it. She was nervous, unsure about asking.
Big Daddy considered the situation. "You want sex, isn't that a little odd?" He wore his watch and left the closet. "You send me to the moon. You've always been a great sexual partner and an outstanding submissive. You've delivered all the fantasies I've desired."
Steph blushes, hating herself for revealing the color on her cheeks.
He proceeds, "I adore you. I believe you. There's a job for you."
Shocked and looking at her Master, her eyes convey what her mind thinks and her lips can't.
"You need to find your own cock. Experience the passion of a first kiss. Allow someone to lure you for your benefit, not mine. Indulge yourself, engage in your body's pleasure."
In Paris, Stephanie lies naked in a bed with two other gorgeous women and a stomach full of Luis's seed. She decides what to reveal and starts speaking.
"Look, you deserve to be informed. I apologize. This journey was for you, but I took your moment, and honestly, your mouse." Jordan is bewildered, and Steph giggles to herself. "I was commanded to be seduced by a man. When I initiated conversations with Luis, I was vetting him for you. You're still essential; we'll still need his assistance day after day. However, I couldn't resist. He's also too incredibly adorable."
Jordan is awakening more and more, running her fingers across the naked figure beside her. She nods in agreement. "I thought that's what you were up to. I need a "How to Speak French" crash course."
"Yes." Stephanie says.
"Yes. Thank you." Jordan imitates flawlessly. "Marie instructed me one night... I haven't spoken it aloud yet, and I'd like to practice."
Steph smiles, reassured and pleased, "Go ahead."
"Ok. Um. Yeeee foo oovweee... Um. Marie... Marie... Jordan... Was that right?"
Steph, captivated, is pleased, "Very good, Pet. Say it like this, 'I introduce myself.'" She encourages another try.
"I introduce myself. I introduce myself... I introduce myself" She repeats fast to make sure she learns it.
"ZZZJJJjjooorrdaahhhnnn." The sleeping beauty whispers from between them. Fingers reach out for a full body stretch, and the woman turns to kiss the nearby lips. "Je m'appelle ZZjjjjoorrrdaahhnn."
Jordan kisses her gently, breathing in her scent and softness.
Stephanie admires, expresses, "She genuinely likes you. You were her initial... by choice." Marie shifts her body to cuddle against Jordan behind her. Jordan continues to explore her body as Marie snuggles into the fetal position, face to face with Steph. When she realizes Steph is observing them, she squinches her face into an affectionate expression.
"At breakfast tomorrow, my love." Steph whispers to the woman as she falls back asleep.
Jordan eager for more story, finds an indirect way to return there. "So, how did things go with Luis?"
Steph wanted the subject to be put to rest but owed her some details. "I saw him and went to his cab for a specific purpose. Note, in a foreign metropolis, locate the young, innocent cabbie. He'll take you precisely where you want to go if you handle him appropriately; I believed you would handle him properly, so I chose him instead of getting stuck with a huge, stinky dude. You're welcome." Jordan chuckled nervously.
Steph continues, "Um, so, he was cute and the longer we talked, the more he seemed right for me. I just wanted to flirt and be flirted with. My assignment was to 'feel the excitement of a first kiss,' so when you had a dick in your mouth, I was envious, and I began getting dressed. I was messaging Luis to come get me while Marie's friend was climaxing in your mouth. I could sense she was thrilled and knew you'd have your mouth full for a while... Luis was wonderful... can't wait for you to savor that sperm. I belong to hint, when I understood Marie was a woman... It took me a moment, I desired a young man for myself so I altered the arrangement." Marie's left eye opens in pretend anger, reaching out to strike Steph lightly on her arm. Then an angry mien and back to feigning sleep.
Jordan realizes what just happened, Steph was and is astonished herself. Jordan slaps her posterior when Steph starts explaining that Marie comprehends English. "Literally. Immature. Je m'appelle JJjjjorrdaahhhn. Yes, yes, yes..." mimicking her orgasmic sounds.
"And to think we were going to have breakfast..." Stephanie chimes as she pulls the blankets back. Jordan moves to perch on Marie's sleeping face as Steph spreads her legs wide. "Come here, my breakfast." [End of story.]